Requiem for a Blog…. Naah, You’re a Rockstar!
Ok so it’s not going to be a song. It’s supposed to be more like a sad post. I’ve thought about ending this blog for some time now. With a killer of a post. A post, that centuries later, aficionados and patrons of literature and art will still hail as the greatest achievement of man. After the Mona Lisa. But then, naah.
Why kill something when, for all practical reasons, it will probably die a natural death by itself. I’ve always thought I should have had a different blog site address because this one not only reminds me of college but also of a name I shall no longer go by. And that is quite disheartening. Which is why I wanted to commit blogicide. But then I thought to myself, with the kind of schedule I have lined up, I probably won’t have time. Which, in a way, is good.
I think I’ve done enough squandering of precious Time through myriad practices of procrastination, devoted prayers to Morpheus and Hypnos and other such (and more) blasphemous activities. Which is all good too. But its time for a change. As clichéd as it sounds, recently a friend, ED, remarked that the only thing constant about anything related to him is change. And change we must.
I welcome this new way of living. One of constant busyness. The thought, which under ordinary circumstances would have driven me to the ends of hell if it were during college, spurs me on. As something to look forward to. Something to do apart from getting up late, eating lunch, watching a movie half asleep, having tea, quake (God bless Senti) and sleep. And some project work somewhere in between. The humdrum monotonicity of diurnal mediocrity cries, nay, wails loudly in anger and frustration that not an iota is different from yesterday and today. Or perhaps I am just overreacting. After all, that shopping experience with Raj the other day was quite a surprise...
Before I forget, book review. A first. The Rule of Four. Suggested by my mother. Amazing book. As the quote in the back of the book reads, a must read. And I support that completely and absolutely. Not only is this a suspense thriller and an emotionally driven story, but also the eloquence and the grandiloquent language causes never ending goosebumps. Ah, if only I were a bibliophilic outcast of society, how happy I could be.
Well, that was a short review. But what can you expect from someone who has read less than 3 books since the year began. (The other book I am yet to complete is the
Ah, rambling. Miss doing that. Now now, I am not going to go into another, I miss this and that and all that jazz. I’m now done with all the nostalgia and sentiments of its ilk. Onward men, to go where no man…. right, where some men have already gone before!
Ending on a high: (my schedule)
Saturday – IIM Freshers meet even for those ostensibly undecided on whether or not to join
Monday and Tuesday – Last of the Mohicans (read End Semesters)
Thursday – Day of departure to Rishikesh for White Water Rafting; McKinsey trip
Thursday* - Thus makeshift deadline for submitting thesis of my B Tech Project
Next Thursday*** - Deadline for submitting my thesis! My guide rocks!! My department rawks!!!
End of May – GMAT (yikes)
June - McK Training in Hyd for a couple of weeks
***Full June free!!!
July beginning*** – McK Training in Hyd for a couple of weeks
July – Join McK!
As you can see, so much to do. So much to see. So , well, you know the song.
Susan Ward smiles on seductively.