Why is it so hard to write when you really want to?
Sometimes I wonder - what if time had no units? What if time was just a way to think of the last time you were truly happy, or having the time of your life, or in pain, terrible pain, or with someone who dotes on you, or sad for no reason at all, or proud of yourself? Then, instead of saying that 45 days have passed between my last post and this one, I would say - eons have passed since then. My time in Cincinnati came to an end, I returned to Austin, revisited people from another time, went home - felt the magic and the temptation to never return, and then started a new semester in school again.
The night before I left Austin for India, Udit, Manik and I sat in Manik's room, with a depressed this-is-it attitude. The reason - Smartass Udit's fault for graduating in 3.5 years. Finally, after several semesters, Udit's ICA-fanaticism melted away, as did Manik's string of unfortunate relationships, and my overflowing schedule of activities and meetings disappeared with a poof. Several semesters of minimal contact faded - and we realized one of those cliche truths of life - that friendship is truly beautiful at times. That many years later, while flipping through an album (an electronic one, of course), we'd let ourselves be the victims of nostalgia.
This semester has mostly started with good things. Good classes, funny professors, wonderful living quarters etc. I use 'mostly' because I can't neglect the other things that aren't as great....my cooking for instance, the loads of homework and reading, and writer's block at the worst time - THE release. Other than that, I can't complain too much.
Over the break, I caught up on reading and movies - "Taare Zameen Par" was amazing - currently at the top of my list of favorite movies. The soundtrack, animation, direction, casting, cinematography were all perfect - Aamir Khan and Darsheel Safari - the main actors - were wow. 'The Inheritance of Loss' by Kiran Desai was an interesting, but rather heavy, and quite depressing, read. I liked it anyway. 'A thousand splendid suns' was good, but probably not anywhere in my list of top 10 books.
I should start on homework.
Should would could...
That's it - I'm out of excuses.
