Wow, it's been a while

It really has. Ever since I came away to college, even after I bought a brand-new lappy(that's laptop to the less squeally-minded) and got a lan-cord, so I could surf--with the exception of ALL the fun sites(The IITB internet facility is designed to cater to your ACADEMIC needs!)


--I haven't really sat down and typed out a blog post. And I'm not sure why. I haven't written a word of a story, either. I used to think that it was real life bogging me down, and it was, only not in the way that I thought of it. I had the time-have the time-for anything I want to do. I just didn't have the inclination.

I check my mail religiously about 5 times a day, and it's saved my life more than once--everyone, professors, secys of various clubs--everyone uses gmail to post announccements and other stuff. Important announcements, occasionally. So I was checking right now, in preparation for studying and then going off to hospi, when I saw a blogger update. And I was like, 'Oh, I have a blog, don't I?' It's practically a journal, or a diary, not so private; but then no one else ever reads it, so I think I'm pretty safe. I realise there's so much I've picked up in the past few months, so much I've experienced and need to write down that there's no way I could fit it all into one measly blog post. So to start-

1. Mess food is BAD. Even if it isn't, it is:

This is true. Every Friday, I go home with a skip and a jump, and every Monday, it's back to the usual torture with 'Today's Specials of Barely-Flavoured Bhaji(aloo) and Barely-Cooked Chappati(bleh). Sometimes, like today, we're lucky and they give us sweets, which we attack and tear apart like wolves. And when I came back from Kharagpur(more about this later), I thought it was great. Compared to the food they served us there, it was great. But in a week's time, it was back to crap.

2.Hostel rooms stink, but only if you've the short end of the stick:

And we do. I don't know how, but we happen to have the smallest room in the wing. And our wing has the smallest rooms in the floor. And our floor-in the old wing-has the smallest rooms in the hostel. No shit.

3. Prof, ily:

Seriously good. but (note to self) get a good night's sleep so you can appreciate the wisdom of the maths lecturer, not snore away on the first bench! And then there's Phatak sir, who's busy creating a league of his own. We are lucky, lucky to have him. And his funny little clicker devices, and Open Notes Crazy Difficult Questions exams, and the project, which we haven't started yet. We are so doomed. But we're learning exponentially while we're at it.

4. Swimming!

:)

I was like 'Whaaaat?' when sir asked me to come to extra practice; and then I was like 'Whaaaaaat?' when sir asked me to swim a kilometer twice a day in inter iit camp, but...

but...

but...

I've never been happier. :D

So that's my story, till now. Loving this place, don't know how I got so attached so fast, and like a friend of mine likes to say(they all do, actually): "Just chill, dude!"