Sometimes, I have this loony feeling at some corner in my brain that I'm wandering pointlessly, not really going anywhere...
I am a trifle bored of the marathon literature search I've been involved with for the past two weeks, all in an attempt to come up with a passable introduction to the thesis (it started as a search for a 'job well done', and ended up being just 'so-so'....round about ok)...and this for a person who can't stand mediocrity is painful, to say the least!
Then of course, there has been this constant hum at the back of my head for the last few days...(which my labmate feels is a culmination of the protest chants of the Institute employees, crying themselves hoarse, about salary raises, while Tata looks on helplessly....) its like a million voices mumbling in unison, the sort of uniformity you experience in the middle of the din, if you stand at a corner of Howrah Station in the rush hour and watch the world zoom by past you....
The strike by the Insti employees has also led to the closure of messes for the day...and now that the loathsome food ain't available...am actually missing it... :( which is something I didn't foresee even in my wildest dreams (or incubuses, take your pick)... what in the world will I do when I actually have to cook for myself?
Am 23...but have more worries than an average 32 year old might care to bother about....and am craving for that Death by Chocolate with a far greater intensity than a 13 year old early teen...
May be the feeling in my head ain't so loony after all...!
I am a trifle bored of the marathon literature search I've been involved with for the past two weeks, all in an attempt to come up with a passable introduction to the thesis (it started as a search for a 'job well done', and ended up being just 'so-so'....round about ok)...and this for a person who can't stand mediocrity is painful, to say the least!
Then of course, there has been this constant hum at the back of my head for the last few days...(which my labmate feels is a culmination of the protest chants of the Institute employees, crying themselves hoarse, about salary raises, while Tata looks on helplessly....) its like a million voices mumbling in unison, the sort of uniformity you experience in the middle of the din, if you stand at a corner of Howrah Station in the rush hour and watch the world zoom by past you....
The strike by the Insti employees has also led to the closure of messes for the day...and now that the loathsome food ain't available...am actually missing it... :( which is something I didn't foresee even in my wildest dreams (or incubuses, take your pick)... what in the world will I do when I actually have to cook for myself?
Am 23...but have more worries than an average 32 year old might care to bother about....and am craving for that Death by Chocolate with a far greater intensity than a 13 year old early teen...
May be the feeling in my head ain't so loony after all...!
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