Again slept through whole of the day. My biological clock simply refuses to comply with Indian time, can't help it. The sole reason I woke up at 4:30 pm was resource centre's issue/return timings. I had to get book(s) on Nanotechnology issued for Harsh along with returning the two books I had earlier issued. Had a tough time selecting texts on Nanotech as I had no idea regarding the same. Anyway google was at rescue and I searched for introductory texts on Nanotechnology. Whatever texts seemed suitable and were in the library, i got issued.
In the evening, I headed for lab(sole reason it being airconditioned). The hostel rooms in the 2nd floor are like baking kilns till late night. In the lab I started reading Lee Iococca's biography which was pending from a long time. The first chapter was about Iococca's family background and how he was raised in US. How his parents migrated from Italy, settled in America, made some fortune but were struck hard by The Great Depression and how they again revived. The entire account is awesome. The authoritative storytelling of Iococca makes it impressive and a prologue for the further story. Will read the further part later.
As I had skipped meal at night, so by the time of returning from lab I was pretty hungry. So I quickly headed for the food court and munched AlooParathas with Cold coffee. Almost at the same time Hemant SMSed to be online. He is currently working on two projects in Jodhpur MCN. First one is to develop a software meant for counterfeiting Handset piracy. Second one is to implement a database management system along with a working frontend. This surely wasn't enough to keep him busy and hence he joined a call centre training course for improving fluency in spoken english. Where he everyday learns a hell lot of new phrases and throws them as questions on me in the evening when I'm online. "Carrot and Stick policy","Water falling on a Slope","Ivory Tower","Ball of Fire","Lukman", and lots of others I've simply forgotten. (Courtesy!My Superb Memory.:).
After I got rid of Hemant's phrases, a new episode cropped up. I forged a bet on the money I had collected in form of coins in a box. FYI I have a box in which I put all my coins, whatever is in my pocket at the end of day.( NO! I'm not doing any Numismatical Reasearch!). My bet was that they'll definetly sum up to an amount greater than or equal to 500. While Nitin, Kapil, Ankur and Anand were adamant that they were less. I made Pathak the refree so that counting would be done honestly. I almost won the bet, but when the counting was about to finish Ankur mixed the counted and uncounted coins. Pathak got frustrated and stopped counting. It was all messed up, but I still hope I'll get my Dessert.
Then I started serfing; that regular stupid sequence of Rediff, Orkut, Hinduatan Times, Google, WorldCup and all. Then I accidentally got directed to Pabari's blog. He's damn good at writing. I started feeling an Inferiority Complex as I progressed through his blog. This guy knows a hell lot! My entire spirit went to doldrums...
Anyway I gotta live with it, and also have to find a way to award myself with some consolation for mediocrity!). BooHooo...
If this wasn't enough ego-bruising ( a term Pabari used to describe his IIM Lucknow GDPI experience), I read Riddhi Kaul's blog as well from friends list in Pabari's blog. This one made me run with butterflies in my stomach, yearning for even a fraction of her skillful writing. She writes good as hell!(pun unintended). It's not just her english, but the elegance and style with which she puts up everything together. She's well read with excellent vocab and a witty sense of humour. Added to all this is her penchant for exploring fearlessly which I suppose is a unique thing. Some of her blogs are too good, espacially the recent ones. Her blog on "Paradoxical Human nature", regarding some difficult choices made me exercise all I possess to make good sense of it, and when I sorted out what the dillemma was; it was nothing less than Eureka.
Undoubtly one of the most sensible and intelligent blogs I've ever seen.
All this was indeed an experience worth remembering, so I considered it worth jotting down. The yearning is still there in my mind, but then every such experience proves the diverse richness we as individuals possess.
Damn! Feeling miserable again!