Rock bottom, 50 Feet of Crap, and Me
It’s weird that S and I have been uber-contemplative at the same time. Coincidental. Or not. S is seemingly being the fellow that cribs in Robot’s style, waits patiently for his two years here to get over, and laugh one last time at this place for not even housing a theatre that screened super-star’s padams before taking off from this damned place. Common, P akka tells me that even America has theatres that screen super-star’s padams. And then there’s A, in all his wordy, bakchod style, ranting off on his blog. And then there is I, I’ve become a thatha cribbing all my life. A big wannabe that.
There’ve been these times when I’ve gone on this transient resolution to be detached from a hell lot of things. My phone, the net, people, the math. The geeta preaches it. The Bhagawat Geeta, just to clarify. Ten minutes, the F.R.I.E.N.D.S ringtone, the handsome DST fellowship letter, my fb profile pic, (and other more obvious pics of course!) and back I am in square one. There are these times when you really wonder if you deserve all that you have. And some others when you crave for way too much.
The days now are pretty overwhelming. What with the intern mail anxiety, the gre sensation, my decaying cg, the apparent transition from mech to math, and other obvious commitments. I know things will take a very beautiful shape eventually. Like some Beethoven’s masterpiece. Flawless and smoothly flowing. Amma tells me to do yoga every morning. It sure does help. And G’s philosophy of taking life as it comes, with all the kaam karte hi masti maarte rahena and all. Seems like a nice idealization actually, but I’ve sucked at such attempts. Right when I am at the key step in some Sobolev Space theorem (read fancy math), the time table on the other wall screams out reminding me of TMI-351.
Or perhaps I have gone much past that place where I can take things as they come. Or to stay detached from things. For the lack of the likes of Joey Tribbiani’s freezer that keeps itself open to The Shining and Little Women for a while when he is about to wet his pants.
I wish eventually gets over soon enough. And my music becomes mellifluous. And I can be the proud artist who made it. And get happy feet even.
PS. Originally published on 16 August, but was posted online laterfor the lack of net!
You should not want the fast-forwards more than you need them, or else it’ll become this slow time-warp you’ll never get out of. Have faith in the Force, till then.
Random posts for the win. And do watch I, Robot. Worth it.
What does the Bhagwat Geeta preach?
@muruth and S: R says thank you mere bhaiyon.
@ Chaps: Apparently not the same thing as what the Narayaneeyam does.
go study ANN …..and then teach me..
Interesting post. Profound even. But shocking to see no Pillai reference. Combyuter girl will not take very kindly to this!
@piece rho: trying ra. i need net na
@ A Anna: Wait for my magnum opus. It shall hit the floor the day i pass gnp’s course.
Thanks ra.