Hello! I've been MIA for a long long time.. but I just didn't have the will power to write a blog post. I have decided that I find typing quite an annoying thing to do. Grammar and spelling mistakes are bound to happen if you want to maintain the flow while writing, and being the Grammar-Nazi that I am, it just simply pisses me off. Getting pissed off while in the middle of a thought process does nothing to enhance it. So I've been sticking to the traditional pen and paper way for quite some time now. There's just something magical about scribbling away whenever you feel like it.

Anyhoo.. I've been having a quiet time ever since the technical fest at my college got over. Its safe to say I'll miss it all.. whether its running around arranging things at the last moment or  those hundreds of Facebook notifications during fest season. Phew! Wasn't it eventful! These are the kind of moments that are etched  forever in your memory.. no matter how many years pass, you always look back to those moments and smile at the fond memories. No photograph can do justice to the pictures of unadulterated joy that would live forever in your heart. Oh.. How I'm going to miss these days...

Over the past few days, I've realized that I've observed quite a few quirky and oft annoying habits of people. Here are few of them..

• Pushing the elevator button repeatedly - Whenever I see someone doing this, I'm pretty sure the expression on my face says 'seriously?' Its as if they think that pushing the button numerous times or with a bit of extra force will make the elevator come faster. If you are in such a hurry, why not start 5 mins early?

•  Blocking the door of the metro - The metro is going to come again in a few minutes, people! Its not as if its never going to come again. Some people tend to run toward the gates and when the doors just close on their faces, they have this really dejected and lost expression... jeez... its not the freaking Olympics...get over it.

• Asking someone who's sitting in the bus or metro when they'll get off -  get off? seriously? And then they get offended when Indian English is made fun of. As if they don't just hand over the opportunity to do so. And lets just say that someone does use the correct phrase : get down. What the hell gives you the right to ask someone that question? And why should they tell you? With the kind of sick minds that people have these days, surely they should know that its not safe to divulge your whereabouts to a complete stranger. What is wrong with people these days?

• Making the sitting person so conscious by constantly staring and watching their every movement like a hawk, it makes the poor fellow squirm. Awkward much?

• No sense of privacy -  I don't' understand what makes it right for people to peep into someone's phone or book or whatever it is that they are occupied with. Unless you have that kind of comfort level with that person, it is absolutely RUDE to do so!

• The Captain Obvious questions - I've seen seen this one and experienced it myself too many times to count. Say you're be reading something and someone would come up to you and say, "Hey, you're reading." Well, no shit, Sherlock. But alas! Polite society demands that such a retort die on the lips. Though piss me off, and I just might let it loose. Just sayin'.

Well, there it is... my first blog post this year. Quite a rant,eh? I've been quite a slowpoke in updating this baby, but I hope to rectify this as and when I can. And that means when I'm in the mood to put enough effort to edit and spell-check everything.

I know its not exactly new year anymore.. but I wish that everyone has a great time ahead. Thanks a lot for all the love and messages asking 'where the hell are you?' I'll try  ( try being the keyword ) not to be absent for such a long time again.

Until next time!

How do you tell someone you hold close that they are still a child? And not child at heart but in the ways of thinking.

How do you tell him that he hasn't grown over the years at all? That he's still standing where he was years ago.

That even though he thinks he's above what everyone thinks of him, he still craves and seeks their attention desperately. And throws a tantrum if not granted with the same.

How do you tell him that proving to someone else that he's better than them is harmful more for him than anyone else?

How do you tell him that being a better person means more than having shiny shoes and fancy clothes when that is all he values?

How do you tell him that you haven't heard a positive thing about yourself from his mouth in a long time?

How do you tell him that his harsh judgments and thoughtless comments pinch your heart every single time?

How do you tell him to be a completely different person because even though you love him, you can't stand him sometimes?

How do you tell him that you're not trying to change him when you are?

How do you tell him that change is not always for the bad, even if it knocks you down on your feet?

But most importantly, how do you tell yourself whether you want to let go or not?

Before you assume that I'm going to go off about the exam season, preparations and sleepless nights... let me assure you - I'm not that cruel. Everyone already knows that. I have been itching to publish something for a while now. There are already too many unfinished, unpolished posts in the drafts folder.. just don't have the patience enough to finish them off. Thought now I'm wondering, if someone did read half of those ramblings, they'd surely think I'm certifiable. It's weird and somewhat funny how the creative juices flow during the exam season.

This blog was an attempt to channelize my thoughts. I always thought that I think too much and after a certain friend recommended to do something about it, I decided to give blogging a shot. You can see that my previous posts have been about fairly 'heavy' topics. Though I don't plan to keep it that way for long, but lets see how that works out.

I'm really thankful to the heart warming response to the previous posts. The satisfaction of seeing someone subscribe to you has more meaning than just the stats. Its the feeling of being heard, your opinion being valued or just considered and of course, being appreciated that leaves a tingling feeling (or is it the cold?) So , a very big and loving "THANK YOU!" to you all.

Winter has finally arrived in Delhi. Though I'm one of those who aren't too happy about it. I absolutely hate winters. Shitty immunity to the cold doesn't help at all. Trying to cram in freezing temperature (no, I'm not exaggerating) is an absolute pain. Though cramming is not a pleasant experience at any time, but trying to memorize compensator circuits while practically feeling the cold in my bones is an added torture.

The first thing I'm going to do after I 'grow up' is fled the city. Yes, I'm serious. It feels almost blasphemic to say such a thing when our city has just had its centenary birthday. But all good things about Delhi have been overweighed by the harsh winters for me. Whenever someone (especially one who is from another city) says that they like the variety of seasons that Delhi offers, I look at them like they've grown two heads.

My exams have just about begun and there's a really bad one the day after tomorrow. I'm in the denial stage right now, the one where we like to pretend that its under control in order to not freak out. I've spent the last half an hour doing silly versions of a happy dance all over my house. Even though I have nothing to be happy about right now.

All those subjected to the Indian education system know the ordeal that is end semester exams. So I guess this is where I should put a full stop to the incessant ramblings and get back to those dreaded text books.

Computer Architecture, here I come!