Haven't Written Here In A While

I'm writing this only because I woke up in the middle of the night (thanks to an ill-timed text by a friend) and I haven't been able to sleep since. 

It seems I've forgotten why I wanted to keep a blog. I mean, I already have a journal. So, what is the purpose of this blog? Especially because I'm not exactly forthright with details here. Maybe I had a clear vision in my head when I started this. Maybe I just wanted to be one of the cool kids. Whatever it was, the reason is eluding me, now. 

For posterity's sake, I'll give you (who is this you, even?) a general update of my life since my last post. 

I finished my course at Xavier's. Worked in Delhi for a bit. Quit. (After two months, to be exact. If there was a Flakiest Employee Award, it would be mine.) Studied for the CAT. Hurt my leg in an accident and was restrained to the bed for two months. Took the CAT. Chilled for a month. Got my CAT result. (It wasn't terrible. That's all I'm saying.) Chilled for two months/gave B School interviews. Started working with an IPL Team. Finished interviews. Still working with said IPL Team. Waiting for B School results to come out. 

That's how my life is going to end. In anticipation. May not be the worst way to go, if you think about it. At least you're looking forward to whatever is coming. 

Kay, I don't know what else to write. Until next time!

Waitin' On The World To Change

Note: Had tried and failed to publish this on the 10th of November. Got lazy and forgot about it until now. So, yeah. This is a week old.  

What an anti-climactic start to my second semester. I'm waiting at the Chandigarh airport because my flight has been delayed. Indefinitely, it seems. 

The only rays of sunshine while everyone waits for an announcement are two little kids who are playing some game - that only the two of them seem to understand - and laughing their asses off. 

I looked away for a second, a while ago, and noticed everybody around me also looking at the kids with similar wry smiles on their faces. Perhaps envying their ability to laugh even when their parents were trying to reason out the delay. 

Life Lessons Learnt Today: 1 

It's time.

I can't believe my 40 day stay in North India is up already. 

Good decision to take that internship in Delhi. My stay was eventful, to say the least. 

That's all. 

Things (You Learn) To Do At An Internship

1. Use the hand dryer to dry off the absolute last droplet of water that remains on your hands after washing them. 

2. Ask for free office coffee confidently. 

3. Make Facebooking seem like SRS BSNS. 

4. Eavesdrop on conversations. 

5. Read the newspaper cover to cover. 

6. Take screenshots on your laptop. 

7. Learn about the Snipping Tool and realize it's much more convenient than taking screenshots. 

8. Make a presentation about anything and everything. 

9. Ask questions. 

10. Make pointless lists. 

Don't leave the brownies behind.

Yesterday, I attended the last class of my first semester at XIC. 

Today morning, I woke up late and almost missed my flight. In my hurry, I left behind The Yummiest Chocochip Brownies Ever. All twelve of them. 

Right now, I'm on a plane that's going to take me home to Chandigarh. 

Tomorrow, I will travel to Delhi and stay there for a month to intern at a digital advertising agency.

Then, home for Diwali. 

Life is good. 

 

Signed, Sealed, Delivered.

I sometimes get these panic attacks when I'm least expecting them. It's like that feeling you used to get on the last day of the summer holidays when you have six unfinished holiday projects due the next day.

So, I'll be walking out of college and will suddenly be struck by that special blend of guilt and anxiety, making me think I've forgotten to do something really important, when there's absolutely nothing that I'm supposed to. I can't explain it.

Maybe it's a sign?

Oh, won't you please take me home?

It's been about two months in this city and until two days ago, I still felt as if I was on vacation. You can't blame me. At every step, there was a mental comparison between my host city and my home city. One is bound to feel this shift is of a temporary nature. 

Two days ago, however, that changed. There was no trigger, as such, except the fact that I reached the sudden realization that I would miss winter entirely, this year. 

Now, this is a pretty big deal for me. I'm a complete winter baby, you see. I love that season. I love snuggling up in a razai at night. I love blowing on a scaldingly hot cup of tea to cool it down enough for me to not burn my tongue - and then burning it anyway. I love bundling up under layers and layers of warm clothes and putting on lots of holiday fat. (I'm not really lagging behind in the gaining weight bit, though. I'm doing a little too well for my liking, in fact.) 

If all of that doesn't prove my love for winter, maybe this will: I packed sweatshirts and jackets even for Mumbai.

(My leather jacket almost got ruined because of all the moisture here. I had to send it back.)

Anyway. So, I realized I would miss winter. That led me to think about a typical winter at home. Chandigarh. The family. I became terribly and irreversibly homesick.

Crybaby that I am, I teared up. 

Whatever. 

That's when Mumbai changed from being a city I'm currently in to a city I'm living in. 

I'm still trying to figure out what my opinion on this change is, though.