Thursday- Working Day

As I sat in the examination hall after two years... had discontinued studies in order to earn n to pay for food and boarding, moreover was disgusted at the education system (examination system included), here there is not flexibility regarding the choice of subjects in rigid course structure, one has to sit and wait for examination even if one has finished the course months earlier…blah!
Anyways as I sat in the examination hall today a few metres away from where I live I felt the rush of meeting an old love...they distributed question papers n me thoroughly enjoyed 90 minutes with literature…
Afternoon was spent in the canteen and in my sweet little house doin laundry (cleaned everything from the floor to the doors and windows:)) Evening, I was planning to take my basketball as usual to the court …DF* called up “am in the university ground, Jogi is here, come over” DF is a national level player and Jogi has recently stood first in some grand athletic event, many athletes have trained wd him... Ground is like a huge amphitheatre and I stood on the stairs to soak in the view -sky carried clouds with a deep orange hue, tree lined the fading corners and I had not blow dried my hair, wind blowing as I run would dry ‘em... learnt new (mind blowing) exercises with these guys, and then my love for running. I actually dragged DF to take another lap around the ground. We jumped over the grills and then stretched, breathing exercises and wrapped up as the peacocks give out their evening call to wind up their day.

Just a day’s off and office seems sooo far away…I was actually sitting on a bundle of manuscripts, editing with my colored pencils…picked up the phone, Prof Baht from IIIT Chennai online…his next book is with our publishing house…I was craving for a science degree and now here I am... one to read a manuscript immediately after it is authored, holding copies which R still warm as they arrive from the press…editing stuff people my age would be reading…awww tommorw morn bk to wrk ...
#if u overworked or had a lot of exercise then go take a hot water bath...!!


*DF- Dear Friend

p aj u bht bfl g rh I !

Say

Moments slip before I catch 'em this time
and I stop before I say this rhyme


# say am not even happy , nor sad

pulse -67

Am with you

I don’t know who you are but I
I’m with you
I’m with you
Avril Lavigne

I have been singing this scrap of a song on different occasions o walking down alone around the DU grounds… today as I was humming it I thought that it wz a shame to sing “am with U” and not ‘be with’ so I wrote stuff on pieces of tissue, scraps of paper and space on the back side of a form. So dear reader share these scraps o my walk A lot if not all will have a personal meaning- just words are written herein :)

Standing in the library of East Asian studies in DU
Kisses of Chance
“I smell the overwhelming smell of books”


Standing below a big arc in a corridor of Arts Faculty of the University (it has British Architecture)
I stood outside a c,losed door in a corridor for almost five minutes. The door had these words written on it
“ Neurolinguistics and Psycholinguistics lab” Ahhhhh


Written while sitting on the front desk of an empty classroom (I was thinking abput some aspect of writing)
“Every word is like stroke of a paint brush in a Picasso painting :)


Written while walking down a the famous crossing with roads leading to Hindu-sterphens, Arts faculty, Ramjas , and FMS.
“I have nothing to gain nothing to lose” & “nothing is left incomplete…” -these two sentence are not mine, they were said by a meditator in a context and recalling ‘em always infuses me with great ‘presence in the present’- I banged my head on a roadside tree while writing this:(


Sitting in the canteen
today is a beautiful day, cool breeze with a hint of rain. Nice day to have an off from office. Yesterday was different, it was really hot market by a five minute shower of rain around my place- rain marked yester's conceptually important day in my life :)


Written in the canteen just about when I was about to finish the tea
Something happens when I see two similar looking ladies wearing similar traits and clothes. Ref. Mother-daughter duo in DU campus, isaw the same pair for luch and breakfast in the canteen.


To do list
Go buy sarees from Chandni Chowk this Sunday


He served me lies- Juice wala at DU tld that he is a permanent employee with DU with PF etc. I asked him not to put salt in my juice but out of sheer compulsive habit he mixed salt and then claimed he had not mixed it. I felt empathy, lies make me cringe esp when I say unnecessary lies “I wish Truth Could actually manifest in my speech. That I be precise, clear and closer to reality. That no incorrect, wrong or misleading info ever pass my lips.”

I have been finding faces interesting …in the Paul Ekman spirit - reflection after a house-hunting spree this afternoon .

While Teaching

Context:She told me she did not know how to use a computer-I promised one hour after office everyday.

I’d let her explore. Even though I was sitting right behind her I gave her less than needful of myself. (in a theory session I ‘d explained her 0101, input output , www, hardware software, and that a computer is just a processing machine*-by definition. Now application- sitting here she was ordered to mail her sis a document). She felt ignored but then by hit and trial and with some few vague directions from me she was able to execute the task. She wrote in the mail:

Hi Didi,

The document is attached with the mail. I have learnt to attach, copy, paste etc.
Luv u.

Regards,
Name

After the screen screamed ‘mail sent’ she looked gave me a look which said proudly “Wat do you think... I can’t do it without you?!” Exactly dear- Even the teacher is absent when pure learning takes place.

*she was a little surprised by the last thing ha ha, comp was after all not magic but a logical cause- effect thingy.

Friendz

Am I attracted to u? It was a confession rather than a question. I was amused. She had said this casually as we sat on the roadside stairs at Bunglow road outside college. It was late eve and there was gud music around…there was a difference between this particular instance and other instances wherein female friends have been meaningfully mum or blunt n crudely verbal (may I sleep with ya?- both felt irky)

Here sitting by the roadside she was not joking. She just said it, and the moment she said it there was free space. We laughed at it together. She is just one of the few emancipated. A conscious cognition of one's ‘uality is a liberating experience, leaves one healthy and with a purer conscience.

#...that moment was a passe, she met me again today, two days after the previous talk...nonsense apart -we share a broader and a better bond O' Friend ship:)

Anger

Anger …my hands shake and tremendous strain. Bloody am angry!! I hate every bit of this ugly feeling and it has slowed me down to the extent that I have taken a loooong time to type this. And now I go easy….how fast I go down hill….strain gone.
Now I will sit back and decide… can even smile at myself….calm