A silent prayer, and the 'Send' button.
A tiny breath of relief escapes.
And the reply to the short email composed for over ten minutes comes in less than a minute: "ok"
Welcome to working.
As I tap the fingers of my right hand on the back of my left palm, as I tap the keys of an invisible piano, to the rhythm of one of the beautiful and cute background pieces of Swades, I feel elated, but I also feel like an idiot as the girl two seats away gives me a weird look.
So I turn to tapping the keys on the keyboard instead – people could simply think I am typing. This was what the rhythm became. Good thing I know how to type. :D
I’m suddenly possessed by some zeal to work. Hardly happens, when I work because I want to and not because I have to, and I have to make the fullest of it.
I wonder how lovely it would be if I could play the keyboard (the musical one, I mean, not the computer’s). It’s not tough to learn, but it just didn’t happen.
I had a chocolate brownie today that made me so nauseated I don’t feel like going near one for at least a month. Ugh! Thinking of it makes me queasy. I think I’ll just skip dinner. Dessert became dinner. If I eat at this rate when I’m in the library studying for exams, I’ll get flabby! Nope, I’m not overly concerned, but I simply don’t want to put on unhealthy weight.
It’s a surprise I’ve been sitting in the ‘window’ seat (computer :D) and not looked out to stare at all. I mean, I have (I’m a window fan, after all), but it’s really not been distracting. I really don’t know what’s happened.
Day 2 - 12 AprStartling discovery early in the morning: the fountain for drinking water at the end of the corridor near the washrooms spouts out less water whenever somebody flushes inside the toilet. Ewww! What all water connections are connected?!?! :|
Just read online that some political parties are banning sex education in some states in India because it's against our "culture". So sex education is against Indian culture but the skimpily clad women cheering during the IPL matches are OK and very much a part of Indian culture? Why don’t we stop protesting over silly things and get to work – like, say, actually working towards spreading AIDS awareness and educating the public in better (and more open) terms about it? Ugh, the “bastions of ‘Indian culture’”. We seriously are in need of some re-shifting of priorities before our country can get set and go.
P.S.: Joblessness, hence the news addiction!
Long ago, a girl from Chennai; now a Dilli-waasi who's lived in Singapore, Mumbai and Coimbatore. Feminist, book lover, with a constant background score running in her mind.
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