It's time I wrote something (new). I'm living in a new city for the past 8 months. The independence is enjoyable. The place and the people are not. But my shifting to this new place all by myself, which has involved me travelling across the country all by myself has opened up this amazing insight to myself. At instances I've actually felt there's a screenplay in my life, a background score etc. And with all these remarkable improvements, finally came the "L" word in my life. I'm so truly, madly, deeply in love with someone who now stays about 200kms away from me. We've known each other for the past 4 years, of which for about 3 years not only were we in the same city, but same college and class, meaning we had spent most of our time on weekdays sitting in the same room. But back then we were just friends. We had to fall in love only after the long distance came into being. Bugger!! Beautiful bugger!! Ironic bugger!!
My television addiction is gone, but I'm glued to my laptop. I watch as many movies as I used to back home. But I honestly miss television like crazy. I've realized that the idiot box wasn't just a screen that helped me watch countless movies during the summer vacations. It meant much much more than that. Even if I consider only the movie-watching attribute of television, there might not have been a fall in the number of movies I manage to watch in a week, but there has been a terrible fall in the amount of the insight I get into movies. No previews, trailers, reviews, interviews, analysis, criticism. Everything that enhanced my movie-watching and analyzing experience are now so completely inaccessible. If not completely inaccessible, not part of my routine anymore. Makes it tough, but makes me independent. That's what the whole independence shit is all about. Nothing about it is easy, nothing about it is bad. You grow with it, it grows with you. The inevitable symbiote we all are bound to face.
So I'm half the nation's width away from my sister, almost all the way across the nation from my parents, all for the sake of experiencing life independently. But I'm still a financially dependent student in an institution where I'm more likely to teach the teachers a word or two about wisdom and Geology, than to learn anything (new) from them. I hate the students more. They are like blind rats here. They don't protest even if the faculty ensures that we are starving for the whole fucking day in field work, even if the faculty abandons us in the middle of the night in the middle of a highway in the middle of nowhere in our field area with no hotel reservation to look forward to in the place we were headed!!! Some can't stop acting a victim and others just can't do the right things in the right place in a right way. I feel like I'm a spectacle to all. And I'm meant to be nothing more. I think why can't they just see how foolish they are. Then I think what am I doing among them. I must fool enough to deserve such company. Hence no complaining!!
Now, about my love...... Don't know where to start, what to start with etc. All that I'll say is.... Gosh, nothing!! I am always brimming with thoughts of him, things I want to say about him, things I want to say to him. And all I end up saying is "nothing", "what have you eaten?" respectively. There goes the romance and comedy of my (new) life.
