End of Days

The end is near. No, I am not refering to apocalypse. I am talking about college. It's over, finally, and am I glad?

For some time now, I have been frustrated by the amount of small-mindedness that goes on in our college. And I so much wanted college to end. I felt the world was preparing something major for me, and that the curtains would rise once college got over. I am scared, thrilled, overjoyed and not even slightly sad.

True, I woudln't be able to hang out with my college mates, but I am not sure I can stand that anymore. It was fine while it lasted but all good things must come to an end. Familiarity breeds contempt.

I am scared by my way of thinking. What if I get bored with family? With someone close? If familiarity bred contempt, then intimacy would be a disaster! Or would it?

I may have mentioned this before : with a lot of people, silence is awkward. Only with those very few is that silence just right. And when that person comes along, words don't matter. It would be a case of 'I thought you so' instead of 'I told you so'!

Well, I am deviating from what I have come here to say today. It's au revoir to college. I have plans of doing MS but as I said earlier, Shit Happens when I start planning. So, I am just gonna sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. The road is still long. The night is still young.

Of martians and cellphones

1100. Validity. Talktime. Top-up. MMS. SMS.

These are some of the words that have been newly appended to my dictionary. I have found out that the best way to keep a curious martian curioser is to give him a cellphone.

I tell you, cellphones are an amazing technology. And I hate them.

I dont know why I had this sudden craving for a phone. I don't have any close girlfriends right now to keep in touch. No pressing business that I need to stay up to date with. No particular urge to keep in contact with friends and family. Then why?

I guess that's a rhetorical question. I have bought it now. Succumbed to the Satan. Question is, am I going to change?

I like observing people, noting subtle gestures and writing about them later. Months from now, I am not sure if I will be able to look up from the display. Scary na? I have vowed to myself that I will not look at the phone when I am talking to someone. And I have vowed many times before.

So far, I am holding up. It still looks like a little box in my pocket. Heavens forbid when my life dwells in my pocket.