Long Weekend

I’ve been unwell for 3 days now – waking up consistently with a fever, some sniffles, and then beginning to cough to get the sputum out of my system. Which has led to some classes being missed outside of my quota for committee work, but it’s given me some down-time.

Since the start of September, I’ve pretty much been hopping from event to event in formals. I went through my phone’s Gallery and found 120 photos featuring yours truly, but all of them in the same formal Shirts I possess – which I ended up washing and using for all events. Aside from the realization that I’ve gotten to a point in life where having a multitude formal shirts is now necessary, I figured out that I hadn’t really taken a break this month.

Which is why I’m very glad the long weekend is here. Recently I wrote a small piece on how difficult I found taking time off. But I figured that perhaps this entire illness episode is my body craving down-time and sleep.

I’m also glad I could use the time to get back to my reading, which had taken a bit of a hit with all the work going on.

There’s a lot to look forward to this weekend, not least the extra amount of time I get to spend in my room. And the fact that I don’t need to wear formals this Monday.

If someone could get me Italian food right now, I’d be very grateful. (just putting this out there.) Missing home a fair bit.

Let Me Not Think

I have finally acquired new pieces of footwear to wriggle my toes in. There’s new music I find daily, and my reading’s back up to pace. Things in Gujjuland finally feel normal again.

A large part of why I haven’t been able to write as much is because I’ve been running around for something or the other – even hopping cities in the process, since September started. It’s all been quite lovely, but sometimes how tired you are gets to you. Writing ended up falling out of my priority list, which sucks. But eh. Guess I’m human and can’t do everything I want to all the time.

I feel like University has started to become this singular quest to figure out what you like the most. As a first or a second year, you have the luxury of time – in terms of the Committees you join, for example. This is largely because no Committee will entrust you with significant portions of work in your first year. But also because you’re given a lot of scope for mistakes – you’re new to the general University atmosphere, and probably not as good with managing your time.

But that changes in the third year. Suddenly, expectations are automatically higher. That you’ll use your time judiciously, but also be able to devote all your time and energy to everything you sign up for. It’s strange. Sometimes when faculty ask me why I missed a meeting or something, I’m very tempted to say that I was addressing a more pressing matter – for example another Committee’s, far more important piece of work. That’s likely to offend them, so I don’t say it, and instead create mental cariacatures of them in my head.

To make memes out of. Nothing else.

It’s rather frustrating. I find that I can no longer simply sign up for everything I’m interested in. That I actually have to adopt a more cautious approach in figuring out what I want to do. Evaluate whether something will be worth the time, but even if it is, whether it will be worth the emotional investment.

Why?

Because work here is rarely not an emotional investment. I’m attached to the smallest, strangest things. Gulab jamun tasting nice at an event is a good example. I take personal offence if someone didn’t like it.

(especially when I did.)

(but that frustration may be misdirected. maybe I’m upset at my lowering jamun standards.)

Whatever.

Basically I now have to think more about things. And I don’t want to.

But the alternative is never getting to sleep.

The struggle is real.

 

Cultureast

For the last couple of months, I’ve been on this massive exploration trip where I discover new things about Asian cultures: from food to television, media, music, clothing. I’ve just been reading a lot more than I ever have about Asian nations, and that made me realize a couple of things.

As children growing up in India, we’re exposed to several components of this culture: several YouTube videos with K-pop music, arcade games, several anime shows (such as Pokemon), and yet, as we grow older, our exposure to these significantly reduces. Most DTH operators, for example, largely broadcast English medium shows created in the USA. It took a while for them to recognize the shift that began where people started appreciating British pop culture a whole lot more, yet, that phase between 11-18 years old, when you’re moving away toward Star World type channels, is where, for me atleast, I ended up losing my connect to the East.

I’m slowly finding that again – and it’s wonderful. We’re so ignorant of cultures so close to our own. Bangladeshi Rap, for example is something I came across and was blown away by. Pakistani music has appealed to me for a while – Coke Studio makes appreciating that far easier. But there’s so much I miss out on while living in my bubble of loving Western shows.

If anyone has book suggestions on Eastern cultural phenomenon, please let me know.

The World Turns

Isn’t it strange,
That the Earth spins,
The Sun shines,
and we have a Moon that reflects,
But humans can possess and express emotions that make
Them feel like the Earth has started to spin in the wrong direction,
Or that the Sun will not come out any longer,
Or, worse,
That the Moon will no longer reflect the light in their lives on a dark day.

What we also have, however,
Is cloud cover, which,
Offers the comfort of shade and shields from harsh rays,
Forms rain that kisses parched lands,
And the knowledge that we don’t control any of these phenomena.

Thankfully humans also possess the rationality,
To understand that didactic logic dictates that therefore,
The Earth will continue to spin and orbit,
The Sun shall rise, and set,
And the Moon will reflect the light that shines in your eyes, and your eyes only.

Tomorrow, as it did today.