Shadows On My Wall

How long can you constantly keep staring at the ceiling or the walls? Do you search for images on your walls? I’ve just found a man suffering from elephantiasis with gorilla-arms living in my room. On the ceiling. A bunny rabbit on the wall to my left. A walrus balancing a ball on its snout on the ceiling at the far end. And the initials of a very dear friend written below the tube light. Tomorrow, when I am to look at the walls, I’m sure I’ll discover new creatures in my room. Pretty amusing, you know. I suggest you try it, that is, if you haven’t already, when you’ve got nothing better to do. You could just catch yourself advertising for Surf Excel. ‘Daag acche hote hai!’

Conflicting Feelings

I can’t stand up straight what with my head spinning like hell. But I still suddenly feel very happy. And sad.

A distant neighbour has chosen to play some beautiful Rabindrasangeet. I don’t understand why but these songs seem so pujo-like at the moment. Maybe it’s just in my mind. Because for all I know, it isn’t in the song. But the point is that I feel happy all of a sudden. A feeling I have only fleetingly known for quite a few weeks now. Images of chokkhudan are flashing across my mind. It’s amazing how even the thoughts of pujo cheer me up like this. In spite of the fact that I don’t believe in worshipping the Gods..

The weather though is extremely depressing. Foul winds and rain. I might have appreciated it at other times but I really can’t right now. It somehow, in some convoluted manner, reminds me that I can’t possibly be with the person closest to my heart, right now. Every disease would have become much less nagging if only I could talk to the person for a while. Mindless blabber would even suffice. Really.

Ejjucation!

Have you ever felt that a certain person needs education even though you knew that this very person is a M.A., M.Sc. or PhD.? Does a clean mark sheet always prove that the person is truly educated? What is education? Is it only stuff that we learn so that we can pass our exams and get a good job? Is that the sole objective of education?

It must be so, it seems. Why else do I find so many people who refuse to be a part of the present? Who think that what they have learnt was and is the best. Who have forgotten that life moves on. Who cannot or will not adapt to the changing times. Who believe that education is just a term given to learning printed words in a text book. Who believe that education is limited to student life. Who believe in living in the past...

It must be so...



P.S.: This blog is where I'll be giving vent to my pent up frustrations... So anybody who wishes to read through my ramblings will have to be exceptionally determined to do so.

Not an apt first post. But a post nevertheless! Ah, Well...