The instancy of happiness can never be fully appreciated and is best left unmolested. A post-mortem is pointless unless you're an insecure prick like I am (or was perhaps, I'm insecure about that too).  I am now willing to see beauty in the fleeting and in the transient, like Baudelaire once did. I have also realised that perspective is at once, an intensely personal and malleable thing. The peace that you get from your perspective depends on how well you've managed to blend it. Trying to find even a shimmer of eclat from it is suicidal. Shed the ego, find a soulmate.

The point of this rant is nothing really. I suddenly felt loved and decided to reciprocate. I am currently the happiest I have ever been. 

Suprathik, Sauda, Sam, Sid, Surabhi, Nitin, Hups and Bansal. You guys are beautiful.

The Reason

"If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything,don’t do it.Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut,don’t do it. If you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don’t do it. If you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it. If you’re doing it because you want women in your bed, don’t do it. If you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don’t do it. If it’s hard work just thinking about doing it, don’t do it. If you’re trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. If it never does roar out of you,do something else. If you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all,you’re not ready. Don’t be like so many writers, don’t be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers,don’t be dull and boring and pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-love. The libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. Don’t add to that. Don’t do it. Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it. Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it. When it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. There is no other way. And there never was."

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I've concluded  that Georgia Tech Housing is sewed with a fabric of pure, unadulterated evil.

"Shed the ego and find a soulmate, everybody else is just an acquaintance." True. But that doesn't necessarily imply that acquaintances must be treated on par with filth.

I guess I'm still in denial about certain personal traits, like the ones pertaining to global dictatorship.

And home in two weeks' time. Vada Pav. Misti Doi. Biriyani. This time, I will savour it.

Perhaps

"Someday we'll find it. The Rainbow Connection. The Lovers. The Dreamers. And me"

The Story of December

Love lost. Familiarity found. And hope regained.

Unconnected Brainstorming

Excitement,it appears,is rarely pulsatory.

I'm unsure.

Is it just me, or am I hearing crass Telugu more frequently over here?

Gud-gud,ha ha,you're a gud-gud!

I need a messiah.

Actually,I'm sure.

Breaking the Ice

The good part about studying in the US is that you get to dissect blogs like this and this as a part of rhetorical analysis in your English class. Unfortunately, that's the only good part.

Rithwick told me yesterday that he'd fucking cut off his dick to be on a plane back to Hyderabad.

Prateek was worried shit when the blasts happened in Delhi and I can still see the insecurity channeling his body language.

Ishaan wants to finish off his degree in two years and work overloads in summer. Just so that he can gang up with his crowd in Chennai.

Nitya's doesn't want to go back to Bombay because she's afraid she won't return.

Suprathik thinks next summer'll be as good as the one gone by.

One common thread of longing.One desperate hope that this place won't be too enticing.

I really hope I return.Soon.

And we're off.