it's close to quarter to seven in the morning, too early for me. But i've been up for close to an hour and half. And why I am writing is a> I need to sleep very badly but i dont get sleep. I need to sleep very badly so that my day goes on smoothly, without my head swaying in the class and other places, in sleep.
b> I did some very funny and stupid things in the last some time.
c> And perhaps, these things are worth a mention.
But believe me. I didn't want to put you through this. But it's the lack of sleep that making me do this.
Anyhow, i got up to pee with my bladder almost full. Then as I was entering my room, the darkness and the silence of the campus beckoned to me. I thought it might be interesting to explore the campus this late in the night or early in the morning. There were some nice strains coming from some rooms- dave bruebeck from one. There were some interesting colored lights in some rooms- yellow, orange and blue-ones that make you sleep. In the community room, one lone guy was playing pool all by himself. There were insects and toads making that quintessential night-noise. Watchmen spooking me out with the whistles and wrapped-attire. But it was beautiful. The campus looks pretty even in the night. I might miss this in a couple of months. But i'm not sure.
I know how this works with me. Happinesses, sadnesses, disappointments, nostalgia, euphoria don't sink in at the time of particular events causing them. And by the time they sink in, they just become too belated for me to feel them.
Anyhow, I manage to surprise myself every now and then. Another stupid thing I did for which I am extremely angry with myself is that I left a pretty shirt in the mall that I was trying some new shirts in. This is because I put on my sweatshirt straight, without realizing that Id forgotten to put something on in the middle. I realized this only when I came back, put my sweatshirt off did I realize that. I've searched it inside the sweatshirt. But I can't find it.
I just pity my absent-mindedness so much.
Oh by the way, i would also like to take this opportunity to write about some other interludes in this otherwise busy and unenjoyable semester.
Zoo has come over from Bombay. She stayed with me yesterday. We chilled and chilled, talking about a whole lot of things. But mostly about family. I think, now we might not be the children our parents would've loved to have. I mean, we're still nice and sober and sociable, but we've moved on a different direction from the ideal ones. Zoo and I don't belong here or there. But it's our background. But it's just the background, that is why it's called that.
We have gol-gappas every now and then. We also saw, Marley and Me yesterday. The whole film is like one happy ending, except the ending, which is a little sad. Maybe, just maybe, I will want a nice lab when I grow up.
We'll meet again tomorrow for a bit. We might go to Chocolate Room again to have some bailey shots that could uplift all and sundry. I don't want her to go. But she has work.
Anyhow, Mink paid me a visit last week and I was loving it. We chilled and chilled. And we did a lot of other things also. Ate lots of italian and mess food. Kept sneaking him in and out. Made him watch some films like Billu and Dev D. In the latter, he kept rubbing his hands and warming his eyes to them and asking if I could see it properly. I think the colours of the film are to be blamed. Besides I slept in the film, also because of how sparsely I had slept. We fussed over things and in the middle, I broke-down like a vase- like the vase, who is otherwise pretty sleepy.
I missed it, the last week. But I've been a little busy too, to miss it too much.
I saw some other films such as Mirch Masala. I love the film, i love the women, both the rugged, swarthy village women and the more sophisticated ones. I liked the bitchy and the kind ones. But the kind ones were always in love. In fact, someone who's shown in love in a film, is also almost always shown to be generous, which might be. One does become one-notch more generous, kind, sympathetic and humane, in love. (or whatever)
Then we played Tennis. One day was just fantastic and in PK's words, we continued to trade blows one after the other. I would play well and she would up her skill and vice versa. But I can talk on the phone when I'm playing and she can't. That's because I play single-handedly and she double.
I have been up for close to two hours. And I really want to sleep. I was hoping this would induce me to sleep. But sunlight has already advanced the day in my room. I might go and watch Oscars then and see how people dress, but I just don't care enough I think.
In anticipation of more gumption, activeness, work, fun and happiness.
Later
