Today was possibly one of the hottest days of the odd semester in Gujarat. I’ve always been surprised by how whacky the weather here can get. It’ll rain, but it’ll be humid. At night, it’ll be cool, but you’ll still sweat. Sometimes, I feel like that’s exactly what hostel life is about. Confusion.
What I noticed today, strangely enough was just how accustomed we get to our own tools. For a while now, what I’ve been really amazed by, is how all sportsmen have exact specifications for the equipment that they utilize. All tennis players, for example, have specifications of the racket they use, and the gut tensions they prefer at different stages of their match. Cricket players have a specific weight distribution on their bat, which, if disturbed, disturbs them to the extent that it stops them from performing as well.
As a child, I found that very absurd. If you’re a professional sportsman, who has extreme skill and has developed ability over the course of several years, surely you should be able to perform irrespective of external conditions like the quality of your tool.
But that’s an absurd notion. And you know how I figured this out?
I used someone else’s laptop.
In Law school, I think I spend on average 6 hours in front of my computer screen daily. And a lot of that time is spent typing, scrolling and reading. A lot of the time is also spent formatting. And when you format, you use a lot of shortcuts (including my favourite: ctrl+shift+K).
My attempts to use another person’s laptop to help them format things led to such despair because I ended up not typing K. I slowed down because by muscle memory, my brain automatically adjusted finger positions to where keys were on my own laptop, and not on my friends.
I ended up also scrolling like a buffoon before realising that the trackpad was coded the other way – insofar as swiping down scrolled down. Which is different from my laptop.
Sigh. The everyday trials of my life.