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My seniors have now reached their final few days being a student on this campus, and that evokes a couple of questions from me, their junior. This piece attempts to capture those emotions.

As I interact with people from outgoing batches, the first thing that hits me is whether they realize, at the time, that they’ve spent a total of five years in one place. Heck, a lot of people haven’t lived in one city for five years before college. This place becomes home. Does that realization hit? Do you ignore it to prevent sentimental attachment? I remember that around this time last year, I went down to the first floor (where my fifth years resided), and looted their rooms as they packed up (with their consent, of course). I found treasures: books from their second year, outdated Bare Acts, notes which would come in handy, and iron that was passed out from one fifth year, to one first year, to another (therefore spending a total of 10 years in the University already). It’s insane how nostalgic this entire thing can make you feel.

Do flaws in this place become bigger? If so, do you possess ability/say to correct those, or suggest corrections? As permanent (temporary) residents of the campus, do flaws of this place become bigger, or do you start feeling attached to everything?

And lastly, do you feel regret? While this is extremely subjective, and I understand that, a lot of people have told me things they regret: not writing enough, writing too much, going crazy for no reason. Are these regrets make-believe? Or does time go so fast that you forget what you came here for?

And lastly,

Are my questions putting you into existential dread?

If so, I apologize.

But, I’m three years away from a final day as a student in this University, and if my next three years are any similar to what this year has presented, I will be wailing as I leave. I’m already so attached to such small things in this place.

The problem with the snooze button is in its existence. I blame my inability to wake up on time solely on its presence in the Alarm function on my phone. The fact that I am aware of its function means that I tap on it – and my snooze function is set to 4 minutes, but in my state of half-awakedness, I possess the marvelous ability to reset the snooze time to 2 hours. It’s excellent.

Yes, I am aware that there are applications which have an ability to override the snooze, and ban you from using it. In my sleepy stupor, I am a formidable foe. Nothing stops me. I uninstall the application and nod off to sleep.

My parents can call me to wake me up, but I speak to them properly and go back to sleep. It’s beautiful.

I hate it.

I’ve tried everything – solving Math problems when I wake up, having to walk around to scan a barcode, having to walk outside my room to take a particular photo. I accomplish those tasks and wander back to dawdle on my bed.

It appears like the only solution available on hand is the bane of my existence: a scheduled 8-hour sleep at night that leaves me feeling fresh when I wake up.

Amazing.

Wow.

 

It’s the end of Global Poetry Writing Month, a challenge I participated in, writing poetry daily through the month of April. This means that I’m back to writing normal daily blogs from today. First, though, a couple of answers:

Why does that suck?
Because I can’t resort to Haiku when I feel low on inspiration and therefore want to escape from writing.

What did I get out of the challenge?
Absolutely nothing but happiness.
Some days were crazy, I never thought I’d struggle so much to figure out things about a particular theme. It helped me figure out that my brain is far more complicated and disorganized than I am as an individual, because it doesn’t categorize information in slots (though it does that with conversations). But it was absolutely beautiful. I learnt so much reading around the poems I was writing – learning about different styles, watching different pieces, understanding rhyme schemes, poem structure. It’s just been a great learning experience.
I also learned that my range of vocabulary is quite low, as compared to what it once was, or what I thought it was. As a child, I was told by teachers that I was learning new words rapidly – maybe it was the reading habit I was forced into, maybe it’s the spelling bee, but I feel like (a) they were trying to motivate me, (b) there are no other compliments a nerd will blush at, and that’s why they said those things. This month was an eye-opener that way – I struggled to find words to express what I was feeling, though I knew a word existed in the dictionary, and did rely on Google a few times. Maybe the 52-in-52 will help me regain some of that.

Wow, are you a poet now?
No, I never was, and I never will be. I enjoy writing these things on the Internet, so if you can find a word for that – which doesn’t demean/degrade people who are incredible poets (Happy Birthday Radhika!) by putting me in their company, great, I am that.

So that’s what GloPoWriMo has been all about. Lots of fun.

What has sucked, however, is that I have not completed a book in the last week, which marks a dent to my 52-in-52 Challenge. The only flipside to this is that I was some 4/5 books ahead, which means I don’t have much catching up to do.

What’s been up in the past month?
I assume people reading want to know about what’s been going on in my life, but even if you don’t, you’ve read this piece till here, you might as well find out.
Not much, really. I have been chilling, enjoying the final days of my 2nd year, and whining away in a pile of Case Laws I do not fully understand (yet) and provisions that are merely getting stuck in my head for the purposes of an examination.

Yes, it’s end-semester season again.

I’m hopeful of writing a more fun/humorous post tomorrow, but I thought I’d use today just to play catch-up.

As always, and this is something I cannot reiterate enough, a massive thank-you to people who read my attempts to rhyme throughout April. I do not believe I succeeded in writing a poem with a consistent rhyme scheme, but thank you for following along. I hope you’re inclined to read my normal blogposts too (I’m humorous, I swear).

Till tomorrow then!