It's rather funny how one can wrench a 'bright side' out of possibly every sucky situation.Chicken-pox in the middle of a semester.Sounds just about mediocre horrible?OK,read:a forced 3-week unintentional holiday right in the middle of a semester that's impossibly short anyway,coupled with missing out on doing lots of other super-fun stuff that you've been aching to do.And unless you know me,you probably wouldn't know what a jumpy little creature I am,and how pissing-off it is to stay cooped-up when my energy levels are in a perpetually spiked-up state.
But turns out,it's all good,really.Because this was needed.Strangely enough,this feels like it has fallen into space.Although I'll probably feel differently when I lay my eyes on the stacks of notes my incredibly organised 'pillar of sanity' Chandrima has accumulated and kept for me,let me just enjoy these feelings while they last.
Surefire recipe for self-pity,this should've easily been-idle mind being workshop for evil thoughts and what-not.But I've been rather mature,I think *backpat,backpat* and actually been able to take a step back and sort of evaluate my standing.Oh wait,that sounds too stuffy for comfort.Well,in less-aantel terms,that means I've figured out a couple of things that was really,really important for me to have figured out.
Ah well,that wasn't much of an improvement now,was it?
But yes.Bottomline:I'm a little wiser now.And will be,hopefully,for some time to come?
And ohYes.I got to know about strange,and scary things-which I never would've unless I'd had this much time on my hands to go channel-surfing and stumble upon PSA commercials.But seriously-1411 tigers?THAT less?When I saw the Facebook group 'save tigers only 1411 left' I thought it was a scam group as usual.But seems like it's true.Arrgh.Fashionistas and interior-decorators should start dissing animal-prints and fur and scrunch up their powdered noses with a great deal of finality so that the demand for fur goes down once and for all,and poaching bloody well stops.But like all my ideas,this is also very half-baked and utopian,I'm sure.But there must be some way?
This strain of thought,again,drifted off to a curiously accusatory vein.Thoughts like 'Doubling back to drop a 5-rupee coin into a bowl or looking out for and buying CRY stationary doesn't mean you're doing anything useful.That you do to make yourself feel good.If you want to make a change,BLOODY WELL GO OUT THERE AND DO SOMETHING!'The capitals are there with a point.Jiminy Cricket can shout.And when it's somewhere around 2 in the morning and you're trying to find an angle to rest Head at which Head doesn't feel like it's having pins driven into it,it doesn't help much.But then as I said,it was necessary.And now Cricket should take a holiday.Things can rarely get more honest,and more pointless than this.This is a Blog.And this is Disgustingly Public.And this is curiously the first draft I'm actually posting after an obscenely long time,goodness knows why,because I'm sure this is too personal a post.
So umm.This post doesn't 'start off at a specific point and go to a specific point'.It probably doesn't make any point at all.It's just peppered with interrogation marks.But you must allow me to rant once in a while in my own blog,na?