Pinocchio's Nose
Quilled by Sanket Korgaonkar at18:55 7 comments
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Hi,
People dont like change, I myself dont like change. Once you get used to a set of people and an environment, you dont want that to change.
Change means a new environment. New experiences that need new reactions to adjust. Its just against our basic instinct of survival. It is this instinct of survival of avoiding injury and hurt that gives u the nerves when u go into a new terrain.
On the other hand, any person in his right frame of mind would accept that change is a universal truth of life. Then why does one resist when faced with changes?
Any suggestions?
Quilled by Sanket Korgaonkar at14:57 2 comments
Hi,
I dont like people. When I start liking them, they leave :( . As far as I can reach into my memory, people have left me, left me always. It sounds stupid to complain cos everyone has their own life and everyones life takes people in different directions, so one shouldnt expect anyone to be permanent in life. But for some strange pathetic reason, I do.
I had two best friends in school, Anand and Deepu, they left in 10th. Then there was Tai and sir and they left me in 10th too. Then there was my 11th group, these were great people and ones that stuck with me for the most time. Now it feels they are gonna leave too. This was the very reason I didnt like to socialise at all. Whats the point?
Now there is this mirgi group and everyone is gonna leave. This time I myself might be the one leaving cos as fate would have it I might have to move to New Jersey. And I am not liking it. I dont like it! Ganda! Bad!
- Sanket K
Quilled by Sanket Korgaonkar at08:21 2 comments
Hi,
Its school back again after the misleadingly called 'Spring Break' . Let me tell u why, well the term 'Spring Break' is wrong on two counts: first Spring was hardly spring with rains and second there is no such thing as break in a grad program, there is always work, there is always research and there are always projects that are due the day u will resume classes. So really the term 'Spring Break' sucks.
Also since school started (and its only been two days) I have been royally screwed for I didnt study in the break. Well ya, I know that statement kinda sounds stupid cos well its break : who studies in the break? but here I am all messed up just cos I took the break for what it shuld be and not what it is.
Meanwhile I keep missing Mumbai a lot and everytime I see a picture from back home or come across any news from Mumbai I wonder what infamous desire made me come to this lonely place.
For the moment though this is all the time I can spare. So lets see what further goes wrong?
Quilled by Sanket Korgaonkar at08:09 0 comments
Some say time is a fabric, a dimension and that like space it is all there infront of you. And so the past, the present and the future is all infront of you but u cant see it cos u are on one portion of the fabric.
That aside I think time by itself has always been a mysterious entity to me, simple and complicated at the same time. Simple in the sense that 'Hey, look up in ur watch' and complicated in the sense ' If its a fabric can u jump me to another section?' .
I imagine time as the white sand hour glass figure. Sand from one side goes down into another and then u flip it over and the same thing happens, fairly accurate unit of time though, subject to human error, but thats not my point.
Actually there is no great 'point' here and as any one wuld make out I have gone crazy right now. But there are songs, people, places, friends, jokes, smiles, laughs and yess those horrible controlled tears and smiles that are actually frowns all lost in this white sand.
I always visualize this........... when I was born there was this guy who like flipped this 'my life time' hour glass on me and ever since then this white sand is slipping away and the favourable side of the glass is emptying by the second. And when alll the sand finishes and falls on to the other side........... yes I die :( .
And all the time, all I see and all I do goes down this white sand. So it has been the prime motive for me to do something that cannot be absorbed by the sand , white or what color doesnt really matter. Something that can break out of this glass structure that lesser mortals are bound to, many of whom dont even seem to notice they are bound in one.
And to that end I shuld submit myself, apparently I am not yet inspired enough cos the keen observer will observe that I spent some time down the white sand just typing this.
Quilled by Sanket Korgaonkar at00:12 0 comments
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