Lord, I hope this day is good!

Mornings and evenings all were the same
And there was no name till I heard your name
But I knew, when i saw you smile
Now I can rest for awhile

I slept for very little while yesterday for today's presentation on taking khadi garments and ethnic indian wear for the indian diaspora to the UK. It was alright, nothing to write home about, but it was good fun, thinking really hard and arguing about things. Even though I try to stay away from arguments, I end up getting into some anyway. Anyhow, I was asked to score one group's presentation, and it turns out that I ended up being the most non-indulgent in giving scores. But good I did it, or I'd never have come to know that I wasn't as lenient as I thought I was. Anyhow, I'll try to think things through much better next time.

But since then, I've been pretty relaxed and finally it feels like a Sunday. So I've tried to make as much out of it as I could. I played tennis for a little while. And I've observed that I like rallies, I like length and I like it even if it means hitting the ball, straight to where it's coming from, in essence never placing it much. Finishing games and killing balls/shuttles has never been on my radar much. Grapes also might be sour, but they may not necessarily be. But tennis is good. It's just about you, and a little about your opponent. Team-games are always very glutted with politics and a classmate who i thought should've been in the team, has not found a place, and even though I do feel he should find one, I havn't been able to make my case because I dont know exactly why he should be in the team. When I find it, I will let know. Because sometimes, what we think is most democratic and fairest turns totally against the whole cause. And also, I think it is hard to put positive and negative dispositions against things aside. That is why they say, 'Education ruined me.'

Anyhow, also some days are simply better than others. Sometimes, one ends up playing the smoothest shot effortlessly and sometimes, after a lot of thought and will also, one ends up goofing it up. And improvement can be very erratic. It crawls and bounds and gallops and then it also sleeps for a long long time.

I'm excited about tomorrow. There's film studies with Mathew tomorrw, after a long time. But also, I have classes the whole day tomorrow. But there's work to be done too. For eg. the rural report. Remember, long time back, we'd gone through the length of south america on a bike. Anyhow, this too shall pass.

till then, Lord I hope this day is good!
Don Williams