As Enlightening As...

Well, for all those who have the sacramental privilege of being my class/branch mates, this wouldn't be news for you. I write this to bring to the glorious notice of the hapless ones, the bliss called RV.

It all began with me cramming up that shitload of theory in 4 hours. Went to the exam (with a smirk) thinking I'm invincible. Then came the question paper. Well, it didn't take more than a wink to get jolted from Shangri-la to inferno.

It was an informative session though, I must admit. I had to go through the question paper umpteen times before enlightenment actually dawned upon me. And when it did, I realized their fervid intentions to enlighten us submissive souls about the things that were not exigent enough to be embodied in our syllabus.

All they wanted us to do is to know stuff far and wide, way beyond our syllabus, and we were just not competent enough. We are yet to acknowledge the ebullience of such things.
So I sat there for the longest 3 hours of my life, and tried to express how humbled I was, to have experienced such enlightening revelations in the field of computers.

It sure was enlightening. It was as enlightening as that laproscope up the donkey's arse.

Author's Note:
In case you were wondering, it was the CO paper. Its at times like these I wish I blogged anonymous.

The Resplendent Life And Times of GAYtam Dambekodi - I

It was just another dog day morning, and one of my first days of college. I was more nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. This dude comes upto me from nowhere, and says, "Hey, Vinita, right? I'm Gautam. Deeksha's friend".

That, ladies and gentlemen, was where it all started. Little did I know, that this prosaic character would play such a paramount part in setting the tone for the class. He's one looker, I must say. He is distinguised by his short wiry hair (on which he spends 200 rupees per hair cut), tall lanky adidas donned figure, and his oh-so-sweet-better-than-Asha-Bhonsle's high pitched voice.

Distinguished by his strikingly impressive goatee in the earliest days of college, the dude had many females dancing to his tunes, our Miss Toad being one of them. Yours truly was one of the luckiest souls alive to see the scratch marks toad gave him. It was a moment of beatitude and exalted happiness for unimaginative souls like us, to have witnessed a consecrated event like that. Ah well, enough said about this.

In a class where nerdiness is rampant, he has the potential to steal everyone else's thunder and be termed as the 'nerdiest nerd' of the lot. And let me tell you, dear gyor*, that much coveted title didn't come for free. Only a select few of us privileged enough to be around him know how hard he actually worked towards attaining it.

He took an almost religious incubus upon himself so as to always be seen with one text book or the other. Whenever you attempt to make a social interaction with him, he's only too ready to comply, provided you discuss your marks and/or your study schedule. Not to say he enlightens us on the exigent topics like test dates, portions and online resources.

And when people as jaded as me fail to take such ethereal hints and refined connotations, he actually has the audacity to tell it downright to our faces, that he likes being called a nerd. You heard me, ladies and gentlemen. Yes, you heard me right. I was perplexed at first, but after a esoteric theory about how and why people like being called nerds, I have to say, I was left tongue-tied. That, dear gyor* is the effect this aberrant person has on you.

Oh, how I would like to be the sacrosanct soul to chronicle his atypical life and the unconventional events in it. But though it is extremely compelling to chronicle his enchanted life, I fear it cannot be done all at one go. So lets have a brief cessation here, but I promise I'll come back with more later.

We shall discuss his romantic life and intrepid doings and the GAY references in the next post. So long for now.

* Gentle Yet Omnipotent Reader


Author's Note:
I have gone unashamedly overboard as far as language goes, and also exaggerated slightly. For example, the Toad part was not what it sounded like. They were playing and she hit him. I exaggerated partly because I wanted this to be engrossing, and mostly because it was great fun.
Clarification: Before you condemn me, let me say, I'm not judging, criticizing, abhorring or anything like that. I'm simply describing him as the person that he is. Well, what can I say, it is much easier to be critical than to be correct.

Transition Phase - II

This is the latter part of the last post, which I terminated abruptly due to its longass size. So pray continue.

... So I set out on a self introspection. And as I went on thinking about it, a few issues which I never even thought were important, popped up. I've observed I stopped writing shortly before the time I got to Bangalore. So what changed between then and now?

The only major thing that seems to have changed is me coming away from home and starting a new life(style) altogether. Maybe I was caught up in a maelstrom of emotions, coping up with all the major changes in my life at that period. Maybe I was not ready for this transition. Maybe I was not ready to step into adult life.
I believe it took me quite some time to get used to this paradigm shift. I mean, every single thing around me changed. I was 17 then, just another wide eyed kid who came to the college thinking she had the world by tail, blinded by an illusionary version of a utopic world. Took some time for the reality to kick in. Took some time to get my priorities right. Took some time to figure out people. Well, took some longass time to get used to the whole new world.

All that while I never had time to figure out who I was or what I wanted in life. Just mechanically worked an insane schedule. And now, one year into college, I believe I'm done with all that getting used to stuff. Maybe that's why I feel like writing again, because the chaos is finally over and I have enough peace to do the thinking.
But then there's still this question about why the way I write has changed. I seem to think of only one logical explanation for this. Maybe, as I have undergone a huge transition in life, my thought process also did. It looks like I have turned out much more serious (read:boring) and cynical (public opinion).

I fought with the change for a while. But finally I just thought of welcoming it and accepting it as the way it is now, instead of getting psyched at why I'm not the person I was or why I've mellowed down so much. Right now I'm just intent on waiting and watching instead of trying to control every other thing thats happening with me, and guess what, life's a lot easier this way! Like the mariner said,

The self-same moment I could pray
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.

I believe the environment around us contributes a lot towards making us the persons that we are, now. I do not remember who, but someone once said, "I am who I am because of those around me". I believe this is exactly whats happening here, me portraying my thought process with respect to the environment around me. Lets see where this goes.

On that note, I sign off.

Author's Note:
This is just the outcome of having too much useless time at hand and thinking way too much about mundane things. If I bored you, well, try to keep up. Will come up with something else next time.

Transition Phase - I

Well, its been a while since I wrote anything. Almost 2 years, to be precise. Its not that I didn't get time or I never tried. I did, many times. And I hated what I wrote. So I either ended up deleting the post or tearing up the page. I mean, it just wasn't me. I used to write earlier, and it was WAY different than what I'm writing now. And one fine day I gave up. Yes, I vowed never to write again, now that I've lost my flair.

So it went on for a while, people kept asking me to update, to write, to try. I did, and it just didn't work. I've tried and failed, again and yet again. so I thought its better to stop writing than lose whatever little confidence I've got in me. But one fine day I thought what the hell. Let me do this.

So I wrote. Just sat there, oblivious to everything except the keyboard and my thoughts. I finished on the write-up. Went to do something else, came back, and thought of giving it a proof-read. And guess what... I was appalled at the outcome. The whole thing just felt...wrong. I mean, it just wasn't me.

Atleast, it wasn't me 2 years back. I used to write a lot different. I was witty, sarcastic, even downright rude back then. And what I have in front of me now is a boring long seriously put article about some social issue about which many of us do not give a shit. I wondered, have I really changed so much in this period? Did I turn out to be nothing but a boring old hag?

So I stopped there. Didn't write anything after that for a week. But it got me thinking. What is it that changed between then and now, that changed my thought process SO much? And why was I not able to write anything all this while? Writer's block?


Author's Note:
I would like to say more about this, but then, scintillating, though my writing is, I cannot take the liberty of writing a novel-long post here. It'd be presumptive at the most, and boring at the least. So I'll continue further in the next one.