Is it truly courage if you do something difficult when you're forced to? If you have no choice in the matter, how is it courageous? I mean, what's the other alternative that you could choose that would be not courageous? I'm not being (very) judgemental of anyone here. In fact, I've been congratulated myself for my "courage" in such situations and I've always found it odd. The situation is thrust upon you and it's either do what you have to or... well, die, I guess. And that's not really an option, is it?
On the subject of courage, why is it that some people always, always prefer to run away from problems rather than face them while some others just can't leave problems alone?
What's really fascinating (and scary) about meeting new people is that you realize how much you don't know. A huge number of facts, to start with, and let's not even get started on life experiences--the other person might just take these for granted but you've probably never even dreamt of them. It's at times like these that you're left wondering how you could ever have believed there's one single, shiny white Truth that you can possibly reach out and grasp.
I seriously can't decide if subjectivity is a good thing or bad. I'm not denying that it's an inescapable fact of life. Even the most seemingly objective things ultimately do have a subjective basis. And subjectivity is wonderful when it comes to any kind of art or sometimes, even the sciences. But when it comes to personal choices, it's a whole different question. Most of our heads have been filled with certain ideals, I think, which depend on being "objective". And when you're forced to make difficult personal choices, do you let go of these and say "Screw objectivity: My life, my views!"? Or do you stick to "objectivity" and feel miserable? Often, it's an uneasy compromise.
The worst part about growing up is that it makes you realize how foolish innocence was... And the worst thing about the past is that you just can't change it, no matter how hard you wish.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
After a *short* break...
Ok, I haven't updated in nearly nine months but I just came across this blogpost I had written and not published a long, looong time ago... No idea why. So while I continue to neglect paw prints for a while longer, here it is:
I have not updated in more than a month. This does not bother me however, because certain changes in my living arrangements have driven me to distraction. I now live:
1. in a hostel that has a strangely yet appropriately misspelled "Dinning Hall".
2. in a hostel where not only spellings, but punctuations also suffer and I wince every time I enter the "Girl's wing" where no "male's are allowed". Some noble soul has noticed the misplaced apostrophe in the word 'males' and made attempts to remove it but I still itch to have at the "girl's" bit of it. Argh.
3. with two roommates, only one of whom is human. I have not observed this wonderful human being washing a single item of clothing in all the time I have occupied Room No. 229. And I can't say I'm particularly surprised by this as I had to do a LOT of cleaning of my side of the room when I moved in, including scraping away for what felt like two years at a piece of chewing gum that was stuck to the floor. And then found two more such spots. Thankfully, these were on the other side of what I think of as "LOC"--her side of the room, HA!
4. with my other roommate, too, Karma Chameleon, aka Cameo aka Unwaba aka Sojakutty, who is, you guessed it, a chameleon. "Sojakutty" was, of course, the suggestion of a mallu friend, after reading a certain mail about the ancient secrets of Mallu Christian naming practices. The names of the two human occupants of the room were shortened and mixed in order to come up with "Soja". "Sojamon" and "Sojamol" were rejected due to our inability to determine the gender of said chameleon (although s/he DOES seem to enjoy climbing onto my bed. Hmm. Which really doesn't prove anything.) Anyway, this name also has the added advantage of capturing the somnolent atmosphere of the room ("So ja, munna, so jaaa...") But I'm still open to suggestions from the gentle reader.
5. in the farthest point from the academic building, with the closest dhaba also a good distance away. This means I have to a LOT of huffing and puffing all over campus to get anywhere. And with most of my friends living in much more pleasantly placed areas, I end up walking at LEAST four kilometers a day. I console myself by thinking about the fact that my jeans are becoming looser and looser ;)
I would like to conclude, at the end of all this, with absolutely NO sarcasm,
I LOVE HOSTEL LIFE! :D
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Interesting to read this old post... I've since moved into a new room with really the perfect roommate :) I do miss Cameo, though! Ah, such is life...
I have not updated in more than a month. This does not bother me however, because certain changes in my living arrangements have driven me to distraction. I now live:
1. in a hostel that has a strangely yet appropriately misspelled "Dinning Hall".
2. in a hostel where not only spellings, but punctuations also suffer and I wince every time I enter the "Girl's wing" where no "male's are allowed". Some noble soul has noticed the misplaced apostrophe in the word 'males' and made attempts to remove it but I still itch to have at the "girl's" bit of it. Argh.
3. with two roommates, only one of whom is human. I have not observed this wonderful human being washing a single item of clothing in all the time I have occupied Room No. 229. And I can't say I'm particularly surprised by this as I had to do a LOT of cleaning of my side of the room when I moved in, including scraping away for what felt like two years at a piece of chewing gum that was stuck to the floor. And then found two more such spots. Thankfully, these were on the other side of what I think of as "LOC"--her side of the room, HA!
4. with my other roommate, too, Karma Chameleon, aka Cameo aka Unwaba aka Sojakutty, who is, you guessed it, a chameleon. "Sojakutty" was, of course, the suggestion of a mallu friend, after reading a certain mail about the ancient secrets of Mallu Christian naming practices. The names of the two human occupants of the room were shortened and mixed in order to come up with "Soja". "Sojamon" and "Sojamol" were rejected due to our inability to determine the gender of said chameleon (although s/he DOES seem to enjoy climbing onto my bed. Hmm. Which really doesn't prove anything.) Anyway, this name also has the added advantage of capturing the somnolent atmosphere of the room ("So ja, munna, so jaaa...") But I'm still open to suggestions from the gentle reader.
5. in the farthest point from the academic building, with the closest dhaba also a good distance away. This means I have to a LOT of huffing and puffing all over campus to get anywhere. And with most of my friends living in much more pleasantly placed areas, I end up walking at LEAST four kilometers a day. I console myself by thinking about the fact that my jeans are becoming looser and looser ;)
I would like to conclude, at the end of all this, with absolutely NO sarcasm,
I LOVE HOSTEL LIFE! :D
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Interesting to read this old post... I've since moved into a new room with really the perfect roommate :) I do miss Cameo, though! Ah, such is life...
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