The Waffle Iron

It Rained

It rained in May, and mangoes are aplenty. So, it's like a perfect (last??) summer vacation. I don't wake up to read death-toll numbers of the heat-wave in the news this time. But well, there's something ELSE that HAS been in the news though. And I'm sure you know the answer.. 49.7% reservation? And any mention of the issue would automatically raise the din of a harangue, to justify MY stance, or rather, OUR stance. But I'm NOT going to do that now, especially not after my abnormally long hiatus from blogging. Mainly because the past few months have probably been some of the most eventful ones of my life, and partly because I can't pour out as much conviction as you must have been subjected to already.

Firstly, I've turned twenty-one. And I can now demand to be treated more like an adult, and my wisdom/experience cannot be merely termed as beginner's luck any more. [But age has a down-side. Read: Quarter-life crisis. Or maybe, more like 'one-third life crisis' - considering sixty-three is a pretty optimum age to live upto. You don't begin to lose your teeth just as yet (and salt-and-pepper hair is de rigueur)] So, I'm beginning to think of life as 'short', and I'm disappointed that I haven't yet tasted all the varieties of cheese that France produces. I haven't even earned my first million, that most child prodigies achieve by the time they're old enough to drive with a licence. :P

Secondly, one of the greatest miracles in modern times occured - I got accepted at one of the 'Ivy League' universities. And I'm poised to fly across the Atlantic (and even swim with the sharks if we crash unceremoniously, into the sea) in a couple of months, IF the FBI gives me a clean-chit and absolves me of taking an online fire-arms course. I wonder if my first words, on catching glimpse of the Statue of Liberty will be recorded in gilded History records. My memory's bad and history poor.. so I don't quite remember what Columbus said or how Vasco da Gama exclaimed; but I'm sure I can think up something significant enough, if I'm promised my words won't be ignored. Even if it something as unimaginative as humming "We're sailing to Philadelphia...".

Thirdly, I've discovered that people AND places CAN be 'missed'. Also, that friendship involves a lot of forgiveness and indulgence. So, I was naturally surprised to find that we all are very forgiving of each other, and that each of us is intolerable in one way or other; and that the world is one precariously balanced system that is quickly adjusted by ineffable events, as soon as the scales tip one way. But that is besides my point.. I was going to say that nostalgia is a funny thing. Why think of times past, when you haven't even got enough time to think ahead? I used to associate nostalgia with the old, but maybe you OUGHT to look back and ponder over the first one-third of your life... and all these ideas create a stronger impression of being twenty-one years old. AND of becoming (irrevocably), a B.Tech. graduate.

And finally, I fell down and grazed my knees yesterday. :- And although YOU wouldn't deem that important enough to mention here, you WOULD understand how it hurts when the scabs are fresh and moisture burns them. So, until my scabs are dry and brown, in other words, old enough to pick at... I'll continue to reminisce over my school days and campus-life through my holiday-torpor, and cheer up occasionally when it rains, and get my feet dirty in road-side puddles.

posted by Cos Θ @ 11:55 PM