This is supposed to be just a fill-in post, as I had not written anything in a long time, and I feel too lazy to consider anything important to write about. Moreover, if I had even the slightest inclination to think, I would have spent that on my studies, with Majors approaching and every deadline possible surreptitiously declared by the Professors to be at the end of this week. Anyways, Sinnerman is playing in the backdrop. I don't know how or when it happened, but I have started liking Nina Simone! Had I listened to her in my school days, my first reaction would have been to search and delete her. But the more songs I listen, the more I appreciate the finer details, and not just the loudness and screech of metal or the lyrics and guitar of Blues. My initiation was Linkin Park.Their song Numb to be specific. But LP is long gone from my playlists. Their was no more space for them, with GnR, Bruce Springsteen and Pink Floyd coming in. And now my younger cousins have stopped asking for songs when I visit them. They want harsh Metal, or the crude melody of "Truly Madly Deeply". The intersection of our likeness is very narrow. I definitely like it. One more "elder brother" card to play when they are around. Maybe soon the set will be empty...
And before I forget to mention it again, I received a mail from my Modern Fiction professor. She liked my previous post,
Cultivating the wilderness! Okay I had mailed her the link and her response was a single line, "It made a very interesting read, and I enjoyed it a lot!", but still, she read it and enjoyed it! And she happens to be one of my favourite professors. (Yes I have more than one. And no I am not your typical nerd). I remember being so overwhelmed by the response that I rambled about it to my friends till they picked up stapler. I think that was my cue to shut my mouth about it. And before I do it again, I will stop writing about it.
Before finishing this post (I may call it a fill-in, but it has started to look like most of my other posts) let me tell you about a particular cry-baby. He went to the supermarket with his friends, who bought him a bar of chocolate. He got it for free, and it was as tasty as any other chocolate bar, but the entire way back he cried and cried about a particular brand of chocolate which the supermarket didn't have. He didn't complain when his friends gave him the chocolate, nor did he frown when he ate it, as the chocolate was as good as any. But as was his nature, he couldn't shut up about how he never gets anything in life.
I don't know if I disguised it well or not, but I have met many such cry-babies this semester. And I would be more than glad to get rid of them when the semester ends.
Do good in exams, and if I don't write soon again, have a great summer vacation!
PS: Another step in the integration of my public profiles. I am going to add a twitter panel on the blog. Let's see how that goes.
