At your service

One trick I learnt a long time ago was how hungry tummy gives the best drinking experience, especially when it comes to beer.

Sitting at a restaurant, I am just bursting with ideas. Just recalled how I wanted to be a waiter at one point, i think I'll do alright. Among decent crowd ofc. First thought of it maybe 6-7 years ago, thought I'll finish college and do some odd jobs around the world for the fun of it. I guess that's okay, because 

1. Life isn't over yet.

2. I am happy in this moment. 

(Lists are funny, some people love them. I like them too, but more ambivalent)

I guess I'll get back to reality and wait for my sizzler to show up. I love life. See ya.

AI

Had this weird thought. One day, not far away, AI will scrape all articles and blogs and be able to classify the personality into one of sixteen (or more, who knows) kinds. I am not talking about LGBT activists, atheist bloggers of Bangladesh, reformers of Middle East but people with certain traits. What could be these traits? It could be any indication of trouble to the regime of that time. In fact, it could be insurance companies marking people, banks betting on people's personality, maybe someone will create a socially conformable "score out of 10" off it. These could be subtle traits that make you "undesirable" or dangerous. I have been told Black Mirror already has a certain take on this, lets see, time will tell. I actually feel vulnerable writing more here but it is not like I live in the shadows, any agent with malicious intent can go through the online footprint and the craft my persona out anyway. Here is another dilemma, would you rather survive fighting in the dark or die fight in the light?

Spontaneity

I wonder what its like being spontaneous. I've been sick past couple of days - I HATE being sick. I don't know, I like how I feel with my body so I don't like these weird (no good) changes. How about I get a superpower for a couple of days?

Anyway, one good thing to come out of sickness is I get to take time off work (and myself). There is no self imposed pressure of working, or doing XYZ, fulfilling that random ambition. It's all lackadaisical - an underappreciated life trait by me. Allows me a lot of time random philosophical musings or what you really want in life (oops, I did miss her then but that's different). All I did yesterday was a 30 minute call, but it could well convert into a sale. And here I was thinking last 2 months over how to market and get clients. How did I end up with the 30 minutes? Because I just wrote a simple message to this guy. How did I end up writing to this guy? Because I took a left turn from what I had planned to do for this week and just thought I'll drop this one message. Clearly, my well oiled calculated step of actions didn't get me what a moment of spontaneity did.

I am a planning oriented guy, but I feel as thought sometimes I plan too much. Maybe, I need a break from being myself from time to time.

Just In

My favorite time of the day (the 3:00-5:00 bracket). While my friends are busy writing the Ganja diaries and I have strolled to wide ranging youtube channels, it occurred to me at last. The optimism has come back to me, if only for a few minutes. I am going to make it count and write it down while it is there. So, a lot has changed since I last published a blog. I have written somewhere between 8-10 in that time and left them unpublished, you see, the world has enough misery on its own without adding my own moaning to it. Besides, the subject matter was a bit too personal to make it public (nothing came out of it anyway).

Anyway, back to present. Getting fond of guitar, I can hardly wait for the winter breaks to play it as much as I can. Really want to play football for long hours too, just have to get these exams done with. Winter promises a good time always, this time, even more so. Sure, life can always be better, there is a perfect picture in my mind but I can't paint it on my own.

Quite a strange moment I am in, history to research to guitar to football, I am in love with all of them right now. I'll just sign off and leave this moment imprinted here before misery engulfs me again or i decide to delete everything i have written thus far.

tada.

The Hero's Return

It's quarter past midnight and as usual I have little to do or fair to say - little that I want to do, all the more surprising considering that I have to leave for Pune tomorrow for a 2 month internship (more on that later). Little excitement that I had of weekend's premier league action is now gone, all down to the 3-3 at Selhurst Park, defense couldn't suck more. On the flip side, thanks to the .flac version(as I have been told,  is the 'best there is') of the complete Pink Floyd Discography, it is hardly difficult for me to pass an hour or more when the need is dire or otherwise too. Seinfeld, Friends, asoif internet forums have kept me going through the breaks thus far but I have rarely needed them since discovering the discography buried deep  in the downloads folder.

The internship is an all new experience for me, keeping in with schedule will be refreshing in a cruel sort of way, 3 years in IIT have ruined me on that front. May be I am supposed to be buzzing around and feeling anxious, I have felt emotions pouring through numerous facebook statuses on getting internships, I couldn't be more numb. It has much rather become a part of my daily cycle, it's that time of the day when I get all weird, a feeling of purposelessness and pondering on the meaninglessness of life drowns me, symptoms that typically follow exams. Funnily enough, I all could think of during the exams was about the 'exciting' stuff I would do later on but once they were over, (after fooling around for a day or two) I couldn't think of much and since exams never held me far back from doing what I wished to, it's kind of obvious.

I can think of finishing John Green's 'Looking For Alaska' but I have found it to be a drag for most part, think it's a very inferior version of 'The Fault in our Stars'. I am sure A Song of Ice and Fire has a thing or two to do with finding Alaska this dull, Wheel of Time would have been more interesting, but I could neither gather the strength nor courage to immediately follow up fantasy with another fantasy, that too, spanning over 14 parts! I will just save it for the time when reality would be inescapably mundane to live with.

I can write some more, but the bags won't pack by themselves, a man has got to work. Ending here with a hope of much more enthusiasm, less of time and a story or more to tell in what remains of my summer break.

Off now, tada.

PS: In case you were, don't bug yourself with the title of the post, PF song I have listening to for the past hour, couldn't make one up + it's kind of catchy.

The first one

Lately, a lot of my friends have started blogging - they write about the bucket lists, personal life, some throw light on social issues, others choose to write about eating insects . I have felt like writing for a really long time now, more than an year at least. I have often written down a couple of pages but deleted them all together, wondering - Why am I writing anyway? Who am I writing for? I read a couple of blogs on why to write a blog; quite frankly, all of them were worthless. When I think more of it, I guess there is no reason to write just as there is no reason to live but since I have decided to give life my best shot, I might well do the same to writing.

I am hardly knowledgeable about anything,not enough to write a blog anyway, the subjects I can write about aren't many to be honest. Yet here am I, trying to come out of a  closet, may be because it is something I have never done before, may be going down the line, I might just look back and feel a wee bit of nostalgia but MAINLY because I have an extended weekend and no intent to listen to some band perform in the tech fest (them people and their brains!)

So, now that I have started, brace yourselves.
Anything you want hear from me or any suggestions on what to write? Let me know, I am full of opinions otherwise I might have to popup with some words of wisdom that no-one asked for.