Reflections

"Life is a journey, not a destination." - Ralph W. Emerson

There is a tragedy in every person's life. We experience heartbreaks, failures, remorse and pain. We experience the fleeting illusions of achievements and glory. The biggest tragedy, however, is death.

At the same time, there is a melancholic beauty in each one of us that transcends the mundane chores of our day to day lives. I feel this in times of happiness, friendship and love, and try to discover a sense of purpose behind my transient existence in this vast universe.

I listen to this song and the eternal truth dawns on me. This too shall pass.

Life as it is

I haven't blogged for a while; in fact, did not even check the blogs I usually follow. It is Friday afternoon. I skipped office in favor of work from home, and this post is clear evidence of my penchant for hard work.

I am eagerly waiting for my trip to Kolkata in August. Furthermore, there are plans to visit Arunachal Pradesh, Mumbai and Durgapur. The countdown has begun.

During the last few weeks I felt extremely motivated to master the art of procrastination, read some Bengali novels by Shirshendu Mukhopadhyay, and finally finish the 900 page volume "India After Gandhi". I want to dedicate a blog post for reviewing this fascinating account of independent India, together with "The Last Mughal", a book on the Sepoy Mutiny of 1857 that I read couple of months back. Unfortunately, right now I am too lazy to do any serious writing.

Perhaps I should start teaching a crash course on procrastination; prospective students will be able to get inspiration from my unmatched personal achievements in this front, accrued over a period of no less than two years of graduate study. Let me know if you are interested.

Before signing off, here is my first attempt at a short (micro?) story.

Once upon a time there was a boy.
He loved a girl.
She did not reciprocate his feelings.
Yet he could not stop loving her. WHY??









Because he was fond of wasting a whole lot of time. :)

Love at first sight

I met her in the library a couple of months back. She was mysterious and beautiful. I immediately fell in love.

Now I keep thinking about her for hours, being unable to concentrate on anything else. I have tried my best to approach her but it has not been easy; progress has been very erratic so far. Sometime she opens up, sometime she ignores me completely.

If you are a true friend, wish me luck.

Want to know who she is? She is the problem I am currently working on.