Nostalgia, Boooks, time........

Its already 12:23 A.M in the clock announcing the end of my sunday, and I am siting here wasting one more day,in all it's totality...

Yes, something, I am becoming increasingly gud at ..

Nothing to do, nor inclined on doing anything..laziness extending in all the veins of mybody,flowing with my blood....

Roaming on the terrace, I, after quiet a long time, slipped into the intoxicating feeling of nostalgia.Yes,its intoxicating, gives a feeling of reliving the lost moments of life,just by visualising them once again..

I realise that I have the habit of not looking back at what I have left.It's almost an year,I believe, when I sincerely thought of my school days, the days of my first school Keshari Devi Kanoria Vidya Mandir, all of sudden, the days of that school revived in my memory, & I felt as if all those days have passed just a day before.

All my childhood days just came before my eyes, all my friends, with whom I had shared all the childhood fancies one can imagine, discussed all the professions I wanted to get in,all the non-sense stories I could make.

The hilly terrains around my house, where we discussed all the possible pranks,played all kind of child games..kho-kho,kabaddi,kanchi(marbles),what not..

All my school teachers to whom I remember in the order of severity of punishments they inflicted students..our school was famous in this respect..discipline, punishment, uniformity.
Tiwari ,Prasad, and yes yogita Bali mam......, whom we feared like hell, and all the PT teachers who were poarticularly famous for their unimaginable creativity in giving new dimensions to the act of punishment.

My NRC school, Mumbai, where I just passed an yr, and time passed so quickly,couldn't culticate enough monets even to ponder...

All the days of my NRC school also became lively in my mind..

Then my IndRayon school, the school which was more of college.
The very class I entered in,was particularly famous for it was pervaded with al the hooligans, any one can expect.
Then the other side, the besyt of ambitious and mature students, all the kind of best ppl,that can gather at one common place.

The series of punishments offered to aour class routinely by making us stand in front of Principal office,to humiliate us,to instill in us a feeling of shame.

On the contrary,we always took them as a matter of honour, an acheivememnt...

A chat with a school frnd yesterday revived all the stories..


Man it's been a quick journey....

Ten yrs, is such a short time...


The college, man ,four years, and it seems as though they ended, before they even begun...

I am still unable to accept the fact that I actually don't have to go to college when I will wake up in the morning.

No more night-long gatherings,in which we discussed about anything abd everything..

The internals (exams), which gave rise to many unseen, unimagined blends in the personality of the students.
Some read like worms, some played till the end,till the realisation of exam actually shook them,till the marks afraid them of flunking till the core..

Exams were indeed fun.....

We made all possible preparations for exams, got tea, arranged music, everything that will keep us awake night-long.Before we could finally realise, that its these arrangements that we more interested in than studying..

We even ventured to troddled 2 km. to the railway station, on foot, at 01:00 A.M. to have a cup of tea, as it was the only place,we could get tea at that time...

Man, everything on the name of study ,except study...

And yes, the innumerable love-stories of all friends discussed with such an attentive seriousness as if they were matter of national security....

Hehe, nostalgia is indeed intoxicating..

By the way, I came here today to list some of the books I have read and ...the books r the only way out here, they also give rise to the sense of nostalgia,every book has it's own associated memories...

Why?

Just to satisfy my bibliophilic insticts....

Every book finished,indeed gives me a feeling of acheivement..

I will mention them category-wise...

Fiction:

Double Deal
Rage of the angels
The sky is falling
Untouchables
Lajja
Hound of Baskervilles
The Prometheus Deception
Are you afraid of Dark
5 pt someone
One night@call centre
The Alchemist


Non-Fiction:

A brief history of time
Long walk to freedom
Experiments with truth
Mein Kamph
Rich Dad,poor Dad


Okie, after that description of nostalgiac feelings, its indeed odd to mention my book-love and am not going any way further.

Just that any suffestion for any gud buk is welcome...!!

Time Conservation !!

Hmm..... Today,it is 7 th of July which accounts for atleast 25 days of vaction,starting from 12 th of june .. and when I look back to calculate the total amount of productive work ,I have done in this period, all I end up is with a grimace.

Every time I decide something to do, the very next instant some unknown power gets a better of me, and I end up with nothing done....

Though, I am enjoying one of my possible last & longest vacation, but wastage of time on any pretense is not endurable, .... it's just against my very nature, it's like committing a sin to waste any second of life, which could have been utilised for some knowledge - addition, or atleast devoted to some value - addition, or at the least to attainment of some more clarity of thoughts on various issues, which are my responsibilities ......

Huh, but I am very sad to have very uselessly wasted this wonderful period of vaction in doing nothing.

Even if I could have revised my syllabus for assignment for my job, I would have done something to appease myself, but all the time, all I am doing is searching for some pre - solved questions ,already posted solutions to save my energy and ....... time,the time which I will need to waste in doing nothing.., time I could have used to improve my aptitude for CAT, time I could have used to study Java or Oracle, so that later when given a chance,I could have cleared their certifications, time I could have used to build some muscles, to put on some weight....., time to gain some deep insights into the mechanics of this world.

I know I can work hard when I work, I can make up for the time I lose in doing nothing but hadn't it been beautiful to preplan some steps of life, to do some studies in advance so that later I will be slightly ahead of my peers, to improve my physique, so that in perios of no work-ourt, I 'll have some meat inside.....

So, the question is what am I doing all along, if I am not involved in any productive work .......

Hehe, answers are not that difficult to guess, all I am doing is wasting my time in sleeping,chatting, or surfing orkut account to see if my scrap counter has gained some decent rise, or if my fan list has increased....,or googling all the ways to find some non-sense articles on topics, which I know for sure, are going to be of no use to me ever, or in the most productive way ,laying on my sofa and watching some news...

Internet, which could have been used for gaining unparalleled knowledge has become the very source of distraction!!


Well, for a time, whiling away of time does feel gud, as it helps in shedding away all the piles of strains gathered during any job, to keep ur mind light to reactivate ur brain cells for altogether new journey.... but wastage of three successive weeks in fulfiling of this void is really not tolerable,...... ratther a person should be sentenced for the same amount fof time, he wastes doing nothing.

Guys, who are looking at my blog with scornful eyes, may consider me as traitor, who does not respect the hard earned vacations, the very vactions in whose hope we pass dreadful days of hard work, and are all senses to enjoy them at fullest, but this is how I am.

I can't stand doing nothing, passing time lying in my bed .....

I do realise the truth that life is toooooooooooooo short and can not be wasted doing nothing.
The time once gone is gone forever and it would be very foolish, if not guilty, to waste it dreaming all the time about your never-gonna-possible fancies .

All I have been able to achieve during this vacation is, let's count :
1)Applied for the passport
2)Applied for a pan card
3)Learned driving four wheelers
4)Read 2 chapters of PT,which I never revised..
5)Umm... Nothing , the list ends up there !!sigh!!

So, in all long and shorts, all I have done could be accounted as one-day-job .

BTW, untimelay and unceremoniously, I would like to mention my passport venture.
The guy (supposed to be the inspector), came to our house, didn't ask any single question and.... yes you guessed it right ,.... asked for his non-negotiable fees of Rs.200

If I am not wrong initially the fees used to be 100,than rosed somewhere around 150 & now it's 200 bucks.

Pt:- The corruption is increasing day by dauy exponentially.

Yes, as of now,I have no right to protest,I have accepted the defeat,have paid him the bribe, which he dearly relished and when I offered him a cup of tea, he sincerely refused for a full cup, requesting to halve it, with a glint of generousity,that could have won million hearts.
Then he explained how much they have to suffer as police officers, how this fees is very much deserved by them..
Yeah, more than the suffered, they have become a cause of suffering to the society...
One more thing struck to my mind (it's accountable as PJ though), whenever we are cheated we go to police with our complaint but if the police itself becomes the criminal, whom are we supposed to accost with our grievances.

Once, I even thought of posting a query on the site for Right To Information, demanding an explanation of distribution of this service fees (as they call it) from top to bottom of their machinery, taking into account the share of all the departments.

The kind of shamelesness that prevails, I won't be surprised to get a reply even!!

Anyways, it's India, yaha to aisa hi hota hai!!
You need to get used to it or dye in the queues of complainaints..

Ho ! From time conservation to morale buster passport story,it's been a long post but am still on square one, how to utilize time dear?
Suggestions please !