too happy to write…fuck the title

Tonight I turn to this blog purely out of selfishness. Its one of the few threads tying me to my past life. A not so old past either. A past when life was simple while being complicated. A past where a full day spent idling in Nescafe was a day very well spent. A past where life was slow while being fast. A past I miss very much. I am sure I am not the first one to say that about the past.But now, no more shades of that poetic life anymore. Life is as blatantly direct as it gets. Its complicated. Its fast. And its been months I spent a day idling away.

Like i said in my last post; I’ve been going places, both literally and metaphorically in the last few months. The journey from Roorkee to now, UK has been a long & abrupt one. Paris, Baku, California, New York are a haze. But Roorkee is still strangely distinct. Delhi is home. And I hope to be back home soon. I can feel that thing in my stomach which twirls or twists when you are excited. People call it butterflies but I don’t like butterflies and so I don’t wanna call it that.  Why I haven’t written in so long is a question that has tormented me everytime I read a comment on one of my posts or everytime I opened my blog just to make sure it was still there…. something like brushing the dust off a pile of books you really like but haven’t read in a long time. But no answer. I did have some crazy bloggable experiences here and there and everytime I’d make a mental note of it on the things-I-wanna-blog-about page in my head but now there’s too much dust on that page too to read anything.

I wanna write about US. About how chatty the americans are. About how I hated it when someone kept on speaking his thoughts out loud. There were times I had to bite my lip to stop myself from yelling…shut up, nobody gives a fuck what you’re thinking. But most of them are friendly people….the schlumberger crowd in California definitely too friendly. Slight digress-from now on in any more blogs to come; i would like to refer to Schlumberger as…lets say…the sucker…why that name you ask…coz plainly put, it has sucked my life away. Not that I blame the sucker. I chose this. Anyway thats’ another story -slight digress ends. So US was loud and busy. Everyone in the sucker kept telling me Pre-school (not the kids’ one, its what “they” call the first couple of months in the sucker) was the toughest part… and as usual “they” had their facts wrong. School (yes School is what follows Pre-school) sucks. I am constantly reminded of my JEE preparation days…except back then, I was around people I liked…or atleast who had the same first language as mine.I think I haven’t written in a while is coz I only have bad stuff to write about. Not that my past posts would tell anything different but now I am so blasé, I need a new stronger word. I am so bored that studying is the part I like most. Well that’s also coz I get to show how smart I am but whatever.

Lets talk about UK shall we…Newark on Trent…yup that’s the name of the place I live in. Sounded like the name of a train when I heard it the first time. But it’s a beautiful place. . That’s the thing about England; no matter where you are, its really beautiful…which in no way compensates for the fact that all the shops around here close at 5. Whats even  funnier is that I can never get my eyebrows shaped ever in l these 2 months coz out of 10 salons I visited, the only salon that does it closes at 4 daily whereas I return from the sucker at 5:30 and doesn’t open on Sundays. How’s that for a fun fact. 

Here again I am surrounded by a bunch of idiots. Is it just me or is it really easy to be surrounded by a bunch of idiots? I’d like to believe the latter. Ok…how could I forget the most amazing thing about my class…for the first time in the history of my classes, I am in a class with 9 girls and only 5 guys. Let me just remind everyone here that I was in IIT (just for emphasis…not for bragging purposes at all). There we had branches where the number of girls ina  class of 40 was zero. So 9 girls, 5 of them spanish and not one capable of having a decent conversation…not in english atleast. Not that it surprised me. But they’ve sure as hell reminded me how annoying and nasal girls can get when they laugh.. or even talk… and even more so when they laugh at the end of every sentence that comes out of their mouth. That tops it all.

As I go on writing, there is this light at the back of my head blinking and telling me “you are approaching the length of a regular blog” and its like one of those feelings which even though ephemeral, lightens you up. There is so much more to write (which I didn’t expect when I started) but even after two months I chose the worst day coz I have my project presentation tomorrow and even though I am good, I am not that good.Lets hope I don’t have to wait to get this nostalgic to write my next one.

~ by neha mehta on February 4, 2008.