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so.
I know I havent been writing. Not for the lack of time or internet access. Both I have, in plenty.
Its more like I use the time and the net to download and watch movies.
:-D
There's a week long cultural fest happening in college.
"YeLL" is a club in my college. An ISO certified club in my ISO certified college.
fancy schmancy, eh?
You'd think that. But it isnt really. Yesterday's event proved that beyond doubt. When I think of the standard of my college in Chennai, I used to think it was not great when compared to the likes of IIT(M) and the like. Well, suffice to say, right now, I'd rather not even think of my old college's standards, let alone IIT's!! I thought I'd post a detailed version of the event - with the trash and the crap along with the moments of happiness.. But I'd rather not. It doesnt seem like the best thing to do. The power of blogs is much more than we think it is.
There's a photography workshop happening in college. You would think I'd have gone for it. But it ain't compulsory(for me) and heard it's not that good, either. So why give up free movies and go bore myself?
Among other things, there was a creative writing competition, last evening, as part of the week's events. And yours truly took part in it, as is expected. Last time I won a second place for a horror story. This time, I dont think there's a rat's chance in hell, of me winning. I tried to pull off a very bad Danielle Steel+Sydney Sheldon combo that is worse than all the chicklit+murder mysteries in the world! You can make that out, just from the title - 'Bubbles' . .!!!

Blogging is in shtyle, now. That has a negative effect on my capacity/inclination to blog.
sigh.

Its fucking HOT.

And I'm getting fried.

And the next one's up!

Of late, I've realized that, much like an accent or tone and pitch or choice of words, exaggeration is just another characteristic of speech. At least for me. Besides which I have the foot-in-the-mouth disease, so I dont really look around when I holler out some unspeakable thing or judge my listener's understanding. And this leads to a lot of.. uhm.. sticky situations. On the other hand, I also have found that I'm not alone in the club!

To all my loved oned and not-so-loved ones, I have been claiming that Manipal is a new lease of life and its here that I will be what I have always wanted to be, et al. But, of late (again!), I have come to see that more than a new lease of life, it merely, like any other new place , afforded me an oppurtunity to make a new first impression. In short, ladies, gentlemen, girls, boys and others, I am back to being my poor boring self.

As for the first impression, one half of my acquaintances here think of me as a rather loud, extremely desperate, crazy weirdo who really needs to take voice-training classes or get a vocal chord op, other than get a life. not to mention a change of wardrobe. The other half doesnt think of me. They already have lives. In spite of this and many other thoughts, a couple of them do actually look like they will become the stick-by-ers. Nothing's too sure at this point though.

And then the much more important academic aspect.. let's just say I'm glad I haven't become brain dead yet. Or sprained my index finger from too much of photo-taking.

When it comes to the living conditions, its worse than a jungle. One of the two toilets, for example, is very very unstable and just might overflow. I use the one in college for.. ahem.. emergencies. Safety-wise, however the jungle seems much more secure. Three robberies, three house breaking attempts, one roof-walking episode, and innumerable assaults later, all the girls have had enough. Nothing much has happened in the past few weeks, though.. Thankfully!

I have been doing a bit of photographing.. doesnt seem to have made much difference to my negligible skills.. tomorrow I will wake up at six, and walk to a place far far from where I am now. It is despicable to the lazy lump in me, and yet I am positive I will do it. Sigh.

Goodnight, world.

Just the beginning...

I HAVE changed.
I dont know if its a good thing.
Getting to know of people's nightmares helps in getting over them.
A lot.
I got asked out and stood up on the same day.
By different people.
I am happy here. But I havent forgotten the art of feeling alone in a crowd.
I don't have a glimpse of a chance of learning to dance.
Chennai is really hot.
But Manipal is hotter.
I am tired of giggling.
I really suck at fussball.
My laptop rocks.
Getting back online is bliss.
Blogging is not as fun as it used to be.