Musings on a mellow morning…

Oft defined, frequently abused, and commonly misrepresented, love is a continually confounding phenomenon. What remains clear is that neither you nor I are qualified to attempt to comprehend it. Why then am I writing this post?
I’m just amazed at the audacity of hope. When it comes to love, it’s seemingly boundless.

I’ve known people who’ve loved, moved on, repented, and also those who pine for that one meaningful relationship that would allow them to experience life in an unparalleled universe. (That instance when a couple in a relationship ceases to acknowledge the world around them as they slip into an abyss of their own.)

Depending on how you like your glass, love can be the most significant thing in your world or it can be a load of codswallop. And it’s fair to say that the biased perceptions and experiences of the same can lead you to either of those trajectories.
It’s my observation that someone who’s been blighted by a lover has so much angst that neither do they see joy in the other’s happiness nor do they aim to find it in their own living, often using it as an experience to build walls around them. They often remain in a rut, their demeanor wary, with a relentless desperation. A wave so deep, it’s strong enough to rock people from their carapaces.


It’s funny how I can write about the most random things when what I really have to do is constructive utilisation of the most entity in the world—time. Yes, I’ve an assignment to work on. But I keep having these disparate thoughts that do not let me be. 

Eudaimonia was a take away from my first lecture out here at SIMC and it keeps me going strong. That and will power. I’ve to constantly remind myself about how lucky I am. Did I mention I saw a shooting star? My first! That was during my initial days here. Picture a calm breeze and a bunch of people singing under the open sky during a brief power outage and then that euphoric sighting. ❤

Now that I’ve let my thoughts flow into the pensieve, perhaps it is time to get back to the assignment. After all, there’s only so much philosophy that either of us can take.

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Lovely, lazy mornings…

I’ve just finished reading the Economic Times and I’m sitting on my bed, content yet curious. What do I do next?

It’s my first leisurely Sunday out on the hills. Yes, after a whole lot of pendulum-like behaviour, I’m a proud student of Symbiosis Institute of Media and Communication.

It’s Symbi babe, Symbi! (*with a little swag*)

I’m enjoying the leisure that this holiday bring. It’s been 16 days since I moved in here and this is our first Sunday off. The azure sky is a pleasing to the eyes and the drizzle ensures a cool ambience. If I was playing the daring ‘Never have I ever’ game, then I could oblige if someone talked about never having read financial newsletters. When I come to think of it, I’ve actually enjoyed reading this.

 After waking up to the traditional rendition of Vande Mataram from the speakers (Yes, you wake up with a surge of patriotism every morning out here), we were asked to report to the ground at 6:30 A.M, or rather, as soon as we could manage. Sleepy eyed and tired, Prinks and I walked up to the wet mass of grass that was the football ground. Despite plastic coverings, the carpet was decidedly wet. Once the crowd amassed and we jostled for space, we sat on our haunches and grimaced. As if the cold on our backs wasn’t enough, the steady pattering of fine spray added to our discomfort. However, we persisted in our attempts to follow the instructors and do our bit to celebrate World Yoga Day. Dressed in a light-coloured tee and tracks, the irony of the situation wasn’t lost on me. We’d have to all go back and scrub these clothes clean. I sympathise with Hans Rosling and I wholeheartedly agree. The luxury of those washing machines have been grossly under estimated.

After a warm shower, a nice sleep seemed inevitable and I went back to sleep. I think I just tested the adage ‘Knowledge is power’. When I discovered that the mess breakfast included Idli and Poha, I withheld attempts of persuasion from my peers and resorted to ‘room’ food instead. Well, when I wouldn’t eat yummy mummy-made poha, there was no way I was going to give in to the mess poha. As for the idli, let’s just say we’ve all eaten better ones! The last minute purchase of the elecrtic kettle has been a pure blessing so far! Satiated with boiled eggs, some cream biscuits, and a hearty cup of green tea from my beloved yellow mug (So much for the weight-loss tamasha!), I’m ready for this Sunday on the hills! 😉