There have been a loyt things I have not spoken about on my blog, I will just attempt chronicling the few I remember right now.

Yeeeeehaaaaaaa! Well, that was a kind of game we played at this Moral Rehabilitation or no, it was Moral Rearmament Camp that my class attended at Panchgani. Contrary to how the yeeehaaaa sounds, it was more of a stimulus for tear glands than a call for merry making.

The Ghost on the third floor of my hostel, maybe I spoke about it once, but it was a major part of our lives, each one of us was speculating who the ghost was and why it had to knock on doors while it could just slip in through the doors. Some technical glitch I guess.

Id Mubarak, I kind of insisted that the Id treat in my room be vegetarian. My roomies were unhappy with me.

Campus Olympics, the kabaddi in my little life. You do not want to know more, but just visualize a human balloon floating around campaigning for a baseball match and rugby among colleges.

Then, my little adventure to a little town that is tucked away soooo far from civilization, I wonder why people still live there in spite of their needs and requirements. Sigh.

I can't seem to tell the difference between survival and living. On very platonic terms, survival is waking up early so that you are in time to catch the bus to college, and living is waking up early to spend time talking to parents before they leave home. Beyond that, I do not remember what life used to be like in April-May when I had loads of time and no deadlines to meet.
And now I have time, assignments but I know I can handle them. Have I learnt to survive such a morbid lifestyle or is it that I am living? I know I enjoy all of what I am doing, or am asked to do.

But the evaluations put me off. Sigh.

Bring it on I say.

Orkut has always been my favourite time-pass. Anytime of the day, any mood that you find yourself in, the best get away is Orkut. I am not talking about Orkutting per-se, but the perks that Orkut offers. I have experienced the fransip offers and the random compliments, todays was mind-blowing.

I got invited to join a community by a friend(who i am not sure now why I accepted in the first place). The community page in large letters read 'we respect gurl's; by policy, I do not like people who use SMS lingo in SMS's, why would I appreciate this variation? So anyway, I rejected the invitation.

Then I began to ponder about the reason why these communities. probably, it is for people who feel similarly about things to discuss things and share opinions etc. There could also be fan clubs, and all, but 'we respect gurls'?? What kind of a person creates such a community? What kind of a person joins it? What do they discuss?

Maybe I should go back and read the threads. But is there a point? Do I really want to?

I seem to be in a dire need for reassurance and self-confidence. Lets say, my life which is defined by numbers gives a view which I can't agree with so much.

To begin, I need to tell myself that I can't be as bad as what my life looks like at this very moment.
Next, my suggestion to anybody who wants to earn money out of education is, 'Dude this country believes in the BTech funda, establish even one little shanty that provides a fake BTech in ECE and you will have more money than you ever had'.
A learning, teaching is not that much of a noble profession. And the media is the most screwed up business ever. And if you are a teacher in a media school, trust me, you are a prostitute, selling your soul.

Now I feel a lot better.

Tata world. Maybe some more sleep and little food, a bollywood feel good movie is the perfect recipe to make me feel better. And guess what, I have an exam tomorrow, and I have realised that studying is not going to make a difference.

Weekends means, wednesday evenings. Flunking can become a way of life. Going to a pub may mean attendance. All of a sudden you will start skipping food for doing assignments, and you would not even realise it. Remembering one forty names becomes an obligation. Trying explain that inches could also be a unit of measurement could become a task. Simple geometry doubts could get your BP pumping.

Finally, a blog post maybe your only vent of depression, frustration and disgust, because nobody is experiencing what you are. Maybe the rest sympathise with you, but sympathy does not mean much always.