The West Wind
WordPress finally manages to catch the contemplative R. May be because I have been mind*ucked. Terribly. Curricular crap has been going on, not particularly great, but not disturbing yet. I have taken up a bunch of other academic commitments upon my head. Foolishly many. I need to make a presentation for one of them day after.
I have always had this habit of picking up a lot more than I can carry. As if I am way too old already. Shelley inspires me.
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
I heroically resume my research on Controllability of Partial Differential Equations in fluid flows. In the meanwhile, P comes in to tell me that S has managed to get a summer intern, something even every newbie seems to be craving about more than he ever did about the stale pastures in the IITs. I am extremely happy for S. Two days have passed since, and I haven’t heard from S. I tend to feel that, akin to most of the half a dozen others, S has forgotten my existence after his business with me over. I begin to feel unwanted and old. Everyone around me is way too opportunistic, I wonder. I implore the West Wind,
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Today Appa sent me a new fresh one kg packet of Leo coffee powder. From home. Dairy commitments beckoned. I forgot myself as I sipped the fresh, divine elixir and listened to Hosanna. I shut my eyes. I became transported to God’s Own Country. I lost myself in Trisha’s gorgeousness in that maroon saree. Bliss. Equanimity.
Abruptly, new dairy commitments summon once again. The ultrasonic transducers and the NI Elvis board are ready for fabrication, I am informed. Ironically, reactions are mixed now. On the one hand, yay! we can finally begin our fabrication, and on the other, hell, one seldom gets too much free time.
The power gets cut unexpectedly. The room has reached limits of being veritable sultry. I muster all audacity to beseech the West Wind,
Be through my lips to unawakened earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
The West Wind snubs me off. It’s spring no more, summer is beginning. I continue sweating. And cribbing.
Ghulaam Ali’s melifluous melody- chupke raat din soothes me.
The correct word is brainfcuked
And aaromale >> hosanna
Ode to the West Wind is one of my all time favourites too. Nice to see you express the several swings and turns in your emotions through different stanzas. Although the whole point eludes me somehow.
Huh? Your talking about being opportunistic? Wow, what has the world come to!
@ shreyas: Infinities cant be compared da
@ mK: lol, this was just a random post da, me rambling about life the universe and everything
@ Moh: Really nice to see you here, Moh. Well, this guy in class actually threatened me and all about not going to his room and help him with soul searching (read tell him what his area of interest most probably is,) and then find a good mentor for him in a good research institute and then write to the prof. With the Hurt Locker and Milk being enacted way too often nowadays on our campus (I hope you know what I am referring to), I decided not to show the world the power of my six pack abs and my taek won do. Just for the general wellbeing of the world
When you said ‘On a different note’, I didn’t realize it’d be an all new story! Anyway, I liked the ending… All good things do have to come to an end. You just hope that it’s not too soon.