It's quite a beautiful day when i got up this morning. For a change the sun was visible and i got up with a heavy head and heart. After stuffing myself foolishly with the enormous turkey and a christmas pudding the other day, breakfast is out of question. Having more caffeine than i needed, i went straight to the bathroom for a shower and came back with a heavier head...but who cares really! it's just one of those 'headaches'.
I slept like a log last night, i didn't even hear Noah making funny noise in his cot, nor the entire house that stayed awake till midnight. I was just so glad to escape to my room with 'The Zig Zag Way' in my hand. I actually read half way through before i went off to sleep. It truly is a moment of joy and pride specially after i had to abandon my 'Lord of the Rings' reading project. I started with an incredible zeal to finish it within a month but i ended up finishing just 'The Hobbit.'
What did i say before the book thingie comes in...
Sleep o yes sleep...the field where i excel! ooo...how we slept in the residence hall behind the RED WALLS during respected ma'am MG's regime. I remember missing many important lectures due to oversleeping and also of Hip Hop Cat and The Branded Lady missing their mocks exams...
such a monstr-ous life we led.
No wonder i do not remember what dear 0ld Derrida with his one foot in the grave had to say about deconstruction...anyway in the absence of a deep knowledge on deconstruction theory, i somehow still function under one system or the other which apparently is a form of construction...after all ignorance is not fatal i guess.
ooo...again! drifting somewhere...that's what i am, a drifter.
Anyhow, i remember clearly the days when i used to drag myself out of the bed to attend the 9:00 am lectures in the freezing in/famous english corridors. With a toast in my hand and two layers of socks with a partly functional brain, i remember how i sat through the poems of Yeats and Pope. With a deep desire to love litt theory classes (but in vain), i ended my 3 amazing years of being inside the RED WALLS.
The pictures are there, memories of happy days and heartbreaks, they all are so vivid. Trying to make ends meet with the pocket money that we received everymonth from our parents, the fear of getting the lowest mark in class assignments and the never ending struggle to get atleast 86% attendance which comes with an icing of 5 marks in the exams... hooray! The greater fear of getting a degree from Uni but without any decent job!
Whatever...those days were truly amazing! Days when i could say, 'i know my way round and know what i don't want'.
BUT NOW...
as i am almost half way through in my gap year, i realise how little i know about my wants, i mean... everything really! How broken and fragmented life truly is? Oh how unfair God could be!blah blah blah... without an ending. It hits me hard day and night as i work with children and teenagers who have money and stuffs more than what i could ever want in my whole life...its difficult to come to terms with, i mean the unfairness of life. Sometimes it makes me want to start off with Edward Said all over again but not now...definitely something has gone horribly wrong on the way!
I slept like a log last night, i didn't even hear Noah making funny noise in his cot, nor the entire house that stayed awake till midnight. I was just so glad to escape to my room with 'The Zig Zag Way' in my hand. I actually read half way through before i went off to sleep. It truly is a moment of joy and pride specially after i had to abandon my 'Lord of the Rings' reading project. I started with an incredible zeal to finish it within a month but i ended up finishing just 'The Hobbit.'
What did i say before the book thingie comes in...
Sleep o yes sleep...the field where i excel! ooo...how we slept in the residence hall behind the RED WALLS during respected ma'am MG's regime. I remember missing many important lectures due to oversleeping and also of Hip Hop Cat and The Branded Lady missing their mocks exams...
such a monstr-ous life we led.
No wonder i do not remember what dear 0ld Derrida with his one foot in the grave had to say about deconstruction...anyway in the absence of a deep knowledge on deconstruction theory, i somehow still function under one system or the other which apparently is a form of construction...after all ignorance is not fatal i guess.
ooo...again! drifting somewhere...that's what i am, a drifter.
Anyhow, i remember clearly the days when i used to drag myself out of the bed to attend the 9:00 am lectures in the freezing in/famous english corridors. With a toast in my hand and two layers of socks with a partly functional brain, i remember how i sat through the poems of Yeats and Pope. With a deep desire to love litt theory classes (but in vain), i ended my 3 amazing years of being inside the RED WALLS.
The pictures are there, memories of happy days and heartbreaks, they all are so vivid. Trying to make ends meet with the pocket money that we received everymonth from our parents, the fear of getting the lowest mark in class assignments and the never ending struggle to get atleast 86% attendance which comes with an icing of 5 marks in the exams... hooray! The greater fear of getting a degree from Uni but without any decent job!
Whatever...those days were truly amazing! Days when i could say, 'i know my way round and know what i don't want'.
BUT NOW...
as i am almost half way through in my gap year, i realise how little i know about my wants, i mean... everything really! How broken and fragmented life truly is? Oh how unfair God could be!blah blah blah... without an ending. It hits me hard day and night as i work with children and teenagers who have money and stuffs more than what i could ever want in my whole life...its difficult to come to terms with, i mean the unfairness of life. Sometimes it makes me want to start off with Edward Said all over again but not now...definitely something has gone horribly wrong on the way!
But who will want to know that?
