Post the Hiatus

Its a long time since i rote and rambled: the last was the summer, and now its winter (we call it for want of another word), and typical to the travails of time, so much has changed. and i wanted to fill you in. For this post wasnt meant to tell you how much i miss college, or when i last turned psychedelic as so many posts are nowadays. its just a stop- gap one, to fill you in.
and how.
the past summer was hot (torrid, tepid and dull) and through mesmerising May, I discovered the bliss of nothingness (this you all know). June was different. In short, I changed continents, and went to America (for you it maybe the land of the Capito(a)l- ist, for me it is the haunt of uncles, aunts and cousins, and far too many at that). one month, of new yorking, washington-ising myself, and discovering the perils of a boston slang in new jersey was wonderful. and there was some lovely whale watching too. oh, and i saw bush in the passing- not HIM, but his outline as the motorcade sped into the white house.
If may was for the bliss of nothingness, june was nothing but bliss..
September, and Trichy beckoned- the first year of studying 'core' engineering. the last year was useless we were told, it was all just the crust. now was the real thing. and yet, amidst all the all- encompassing reality in my core years, i had no core labs. apart from being prosaic and quite rythmic, it is also true. in my first semester as a chemical engineer, i had mechanical, civil and electrical labs.
College as always, was a blur. A nice blur, the one that you can reminisce about, but a blur nonetheless. From mass bunking class, to persuading others to bunk, to bunking when everyone else attends, the plethora of play is overawing. And there were new professors, nice ones, and the not- so. There was the college culturals, the Festember with an F, and an inter department culturals where I played an Oscar winning role. I am not being encomiastic, many renowned critics will agree.
And it went on. And like all good things, I was back at home. One month of the loveliness of holidays, this time, with a three lettered acronym called ipt. at iocl. cpcl, manali. it was, in retrospect, enlivening. but that was it. it isnt worth a paragraph here at any rate.
i am now reading the much revered V S Naipaul's Bend in the River, and wondering if i should give the publisher a prize for reading the first draft fully. But thats about it. for this period of nothingness isnt very sprightly. its like a warrior after the battle thats over. He's done with it, and theres a quite contentment over how things have gone, and an assurance, that when things come back, he'll be ready for them.
The warriors tired now. For the massiveness of the Void is overwhelming. 40 days of holidays isnt merely rhyming, it takes courage to see it through.
What now, you will ask. it was a Hiatus for so long. a sweet, cuddly pause.
and amidst all the clamouring, the warrior, who wields a pen, trudges back into the niceness of nothingness. back into his hidey hole. into the warm wintry comfort of himself, home and holidays (three words he waits months for, and then wonders why he did so). Till next time then... Bloglubber!