Compulsively bloggable.

Theres a swooshing noise. Like that of a wind blowing through the branches of a tree none too gently. But only i can hear it. Because its all inside my head. No, its not a hair blower, its called "the mind in a whirl".

1. The cold caught me. No, i didn't catch the cold, it find it very silly that people say that i caught a cold. Why the madhs would i want to catch something that would give me a running nose? Morons.

2. My dad understands Chemistry. He remembers Who Babur's dad was, from some 35 year old knowledge. I told him to switch places, he gets to appear for the madhyamiks. He, of course, refused graciously.

3. My sister thinks i am taking too much pressure. I am itching to go back 4 years and show her what she was like before her madhyamiks. The less said about that, the better.(:-D) And the fact that she got a bleeding 99 in maths, yeah, tell me all about how you didn't work at all.

4. I think Physics is not my cup of tea. An excerpt from my answer script.
"The melting point of a liquid-"

5. I am fast becoming sure that i am always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Like now.

High time.

High time i stopped blogging. No, this decision isn't driven by any sort of hatred for blogging but because i like blogging. That sounds strange, eh?
Its the only things that prompts me to come online every now and then to see if anyone commented on my blog and every alternative day to post.Hence, high time i stopped.
So, Ladies and gentlemen and others, brothers and Debarun's sisters, I officially announce that my blog, DRY SENTIMENTS, is closing down indefinitely. Might drop in if the going gets too tough, though. Wonderful stress-buster, this. But i'll try to abide by my resolution that i wont blog before 7th of March. All those rude people smiling in relief, don't worry, i will compensate with multiple entries a day, after 7th March, that fateful day...
Adios. :-)...:-(
Everyone will forget...but the temporary internet files and cookies will remember.

Popular Opinion.

Yes, this is basically a little post in which i will write about me. Or, more accurately, some comments about me, comments that, fortunately, were made in my presence.

My Hindi teachers daughter,Tanya, a 7 year old morally upright young lady, was studying. I was seated in a chair beside, copying notes. Aunty was out of earshot. I decided it wouldn't hurt to listen to good music alongside.

So, i put the earphones in my ear and began copying, now enjoying the process. A few moments later i found Tanya eying me critically.
"What?" i asked.
"Is this how you study?" She asked sanctimoniously.
It feels wonderful to be chided by a girl less than half my age. Take my word for it.



My mum was considering me thoughtfully. Never a good sign, except on extremely rare occasions.
I was feeling uncomfortable under her unwavering gaze.
"What?" i asked her, irritated.
"You know, you are a very innocent boy. Kids your age are so..."
The rest ,as I say, is immaterial. I had a quiet laugh to myself after i earnestly nodded and smiled at Mum. (This satisfies your curiosity, Timmy?)




I was coming home with the grocery. A couple of kids were playing Football on the road. One of them, whose aim was, at best, unorthodox, kicked the ball at me. When i was about to kick the ball back, displaying a small portion of my scintillating repertoire of football tricks, one of them called.
"Kaku, ball."

I think they told their mum that a tall boy from so and so house smacked them upside the head. I don't care. I'm sixteen and i don't look like any kaku, whosoever.




Roro smsed me.
"Rick, my man, your posts are a hell of a lot more mature than they were before."
Mum's still wondering why i grinned throughout the day and night.




The Food was taking a long time to make an appearance. i was eying all the other table loaded with dishes with undisguised envy.

Then i saw it. A magnificent looking chicken preparation on a table. I stared at it.
"You shouldn't stare at a girl in public." Mother told me, bursting my chicken fantasy with a echoing pop. I looked intently. There was a girl sitting behind that chicken, frowning at me.
Further, i saw that mum had remarked rather loudly. Dad, Aunt, Uncle were looking at me. Glee was etched unmistakably on my Uncle's face.
I discovered that my ear turned tell-tale red when i'm under pressure. Thankfully, i have long hair.
But, all in all, a very memorable night, if you know what i mean. I wont forget it in a hurry.




My little 8 year old cousin came to visit after 3 years.
"Wow, you have grown up a lot!" I said ebulliently.(Well, i know, it was quite stupid, but i had to say something.)
His answer wiped the smile right off my face.
"Well, you haven't particularly shrunk yourself."*


*I later found out that there's a joke that goes like that. Sheesh.

Differently Natural.

I was staring at the sky. I saw a Jet Plane. Sure looked like it was in a hurry. I noticed the contrail. There were two, in fact. Two long trails of smoke. The Plane faded into insignificance. The smoke was all that mattered. It gradually expanded, slowly, taking its time. Then, it was one big trail of smoke. The jet plane was out of sight. There was a long streak of smoke dividing the sky into something and something. Then, it gradually expanded into a shapeless cloud of smoke and finally disintegrated. All that remained, was a vague memory of a whitish streak in the foreground of the sky. And then the blue became black. And something told me it was time.
By the way, jets were invented by men. So, the smoke wasnt natural. It was unbelievable, really.

Time, time, time.

My physics book says,-"The modern definition of 1 second is the duration of 9192631770 complete oscillations of a caesium-133 atom is a standard magnetic field."
Caesium, my friend, i understand you.

Calvinisation.

In case you are wondering, the reason behind the overwhelming number of Calvin photographs is Calvinisation. I love that cartoon. Pinnacle of graphic humour, if u ask me.(yes, i have read others too, Garfield, Blondie, Marvin, Dennis, Hagar the horrible...) Heck, Calvin and Hobbes is the best! Bill Watterson, you're great! Its a perfect combinations of subtlety and blunt humour, and boy, does it make mum wonder what i am doing laughing like that!
Whats funnier still, is i relate to the boy! I am just as imaginative, well, maybe not quite this deranged but quite similar, more or less. I cant stop reading it, spells doom for me before the Madhyamiks! I know this is seriously foul advice, but people, if you want to unwind, and your mum has an aversion to TV and PC then, grab this! It'll help! Honestly!

whats done is done. sigh!

Monotony has set in,again and within two days. I did not quite realise how much i was really looking forward to the path finders. Back in the middle of December, both Roro and Rohan had asked me "How are you going to spend so many days without interaction with anyone?"
I did not understand them. Short sighted that i was, their word did not make any particular sense. Now, fellows, i get it and the idea of spending something like a month n a half cooped up in my room, alone, is scary. And claustrophobic.
Pathfinders at-least gave me an opportunity to go out and talk to people, so what if the tests didn't go all that well? I have decided to accept the advice of some one. "High time you stopped getting worked up because of these mock tests." But of course in hindsight, after all the tests are over. I have this special relation with hindsight. I always look back and think this could have been so much better! And i also wasted so much time! Man, the syllabus freaks me out everyone time i think about it, the frequency of which has increased dramatically! Wish i had better time management skills!