‘Tis the season for resolving things. No, I’m not talking about rotating that dial on a microscope that lets you see things more clearly; no, I’m not referring to resolving a dispute with your neighbours; and, before you ask, I’m definitely not talking about solving a problem dealing with vectors in Physics.
I guess I should have been a bit more explicit. Since, from yesterday, we have to start writing ‘10’ instead of ‘09’ at the end of dates (no, I’m not talking about the middle-eastern variety…sigh), it’s the time of the year when people decide to do (or not do) certain things.
So, here are the things I resolve to do this year:
(1) Attainable targets:
– Make sure I never write ‘09’ instead of ‘10’ while noting down the date.
– Ensure I don’t say “oh-ten” when referring to the year. 10 years of saying things like “oh-five,” “oh-nine”, and so on are enough to corrupt the tongue.
(2) Slightly more difficult, but doable:
– Write. Also, blog.
– Play the violin often enough for it to qualify as a ‘regular’ activity.
(3) Downright hard:
– Use the gym as a place in which to work out, not hang out
– Learn to do cartwheels
– Cure cancer
In the spirit of New Year resolutions, I shall do (1) with ease, work hard on (2), and forget all about (3).
Happy New Year!
It’s a break from college that’s neither here nor there. Way too short to pick up new skills, and yet lengthy enough to get me bored. It isn’t so long that I forget the scars of the previous semester, but it gives me enough time to forget the names of new acquaintances. Too short to be productive, too long to just be a relaxing recharger. The winter break is a classic example of what happens when a vacation can’t quite makes up its mind about what it wants to be.
A semester of college can take a lot out of a person. The little flame of excitement that I experience at the beginning of every semester, the hope that my classes would somehow get more interesting and easy over time – that little flame is usually extinguished within the first two weeks. From that point on, the journey is more like that of a Vijaykanth villain. (“Let’s shoot him!” But Captain’s chest is so resistant to plastic deformation that the bullets just bounce off. “Let’s electrocute him!” Alas, you dimwits, Captain may be shock inducing but he’s shock-proof. “Oho. It’s like that, is it. Ok. Then send 10 strong men after him in a crowded, small supermarket. First of all that monkey is too big to walk in the aisles…” And here you encounter a moral that Captain espouses and strongly believes in – looks can be deceiving. He may be imbued with slightly larger than average sized bones, but Mr. Vijaykanth is light enough to suspend his entire weight on one end of a shopping cart. No matter what you throw at him, Captain’s special powers save him.) Similarly, I scheme and plan and do a lot of hard work, and yet somehow the Semester manages to get the better of me.
And at the end of such a semester, the last thing I need is a break experiencing an identity crisis.
I’ve always been fascinated by blogging. For several reasons.
- Just listen to the word. ‘Blog.’ It sounds great – just the kind of word to set one’s imagination lose. Not to mention the words it rhymes with – there’s slog, for one. Flog, for another. I’ve put myself through the first and seen the second – so why not do the third and round it off nicely?
- I used to write. A lot. Of late, however, I don’t. At all. And what better way to get back to serious writing than by doing a lot of non-serious writing? And what better way to do that than through a blog?
- I’m a mechanical engineering student at quite a hard college. Most of my days involve calculators, numbers and textbooks that are too heavy to carry in one hand. A blog might ensure that the right side of my brain doesn’t pack away and head to Costa Rica.
So, there you go. Let’s put a Pillayar Chuzhi and hope for the best: