Closure and openings

Now that the “i’m-such-a-coy-prude-Turkish-attention-whore” episode is over, I’ll continue with what is turning out to be a pregnant academic year full of hope and awesomeness. London in early summer, then followed up by a peaceful and productive time with the family back home interspersed with (hopefully) mocking the hell out of the unreconstructed Marxists and Maoist graduate students at either Jadavpur University or Presidency University and still being productive. Ending the summer with the trip back to Ladakh.

Yes my gentile friends, a summer of awesomeness is coming up. Now only I have to uphold my end of the bargain. That being going easy on the procrastination and advancing on the academic agenda.

Redux

And the planning starts from this week for the Back-to-Ladakh trip. It’s going to be epic! Oh yes sir, it will be. Ladakh here we come. Less than 8 months to go. This time, I will make amends to the lack of flexibility we had last year. I hope this time another Kansas City Shuffle won’t be necessary. Fingers crossed fo folks so they make it. Passionate people, check. Fun quotient, check check. Non-obnoxious, collegial ladies and gentlemen, triple check. Of all the people I seriously hope D and the Rapunzel makes it. Abhi and TG looks like a done deal. USC and YG would be cherry on top. Or if it comes to worse and I have to do it alone, so be it.

Eyes

I’m watching you. Yes, I am. The other day an old friend of mine from high school posted a status message on Facebook.

Always remember, others may hate you, but those who hate you don’t win unless you hate them-and then you destroy yourself.

I had known once how to throw off hate like sand in my palms. For the last few weeks or so I seem to have forgotten what I have known. Which only means I have only memorized but not learned the principle behind. But it’s all coming back to me.

The Labor Day weekend is on the horizon. Plans are on the move.  I wish Hurricane Earl doesn’t ruin the weekend. Long weekends are few and far between this semester. God knows this will probably the most crucial semester. Lots at stake. Lots.

But I’m watching you, Mike. I have not forgotten May 25 and insignificant though the gesture was that’s the only thing that redeems you in my eyes. Apart from the emotional honesty which, unfortunately, some people have difficulty dealing with. Teenage romantic trauma and what not.

This was supposed to be a catharsis post. Now it’s moving to the borderline of backhanded bitching. Meh. Stop I must.

It’s strange

but suddenly I find myself like a new man. I can feel the change down to my bone marrow. Yes, for the better or worse everything has changed.

Also, funnily enough, I suddenly find myself wanted by angry exotic creatures with sharp claws and long hair. Them nails are dangerous. They dig deep beneath the skin. Now that’s painful.  But I don’t mind. No sir not at all. I want the blood to spill.

Then there’s the fact I have been a very bad boy lately. I hope God is as merciful as he is talked about for I will test his absolute limits. I don’t deserve to be forgiven for all the sin, the pain and torture I’ve inflicted of late. Or maybe I do. Because deep down I am Mr. Goody Two Pants. No, seriously. I was a teacher’s pet at school. Class monitor. Ha!

Interesting start to 2009 though. Very interesting.