Sickness Strikes.

21 Sept 09

So I'm sick. No, not in the metaphorical sense. I have a bit of fever. Its called havin-it-will-make-u-stop-givin-a-crap-bout-the-conc-of-H+ ions-in-a-0.2 Molar-ammonium chloride-solution. Thats why I'm not finding the answer to that question right now. Its the fever. From my side, I'm highly committed.

So anyway, 1st n foremost, I wanna show my gratitude and alarm to all u folks reading this blog (yes, both of you.) Gratitude, cuz I didn' actually expect anyone to read it (and special thanks to smelly cat for her appreciation of the poetry. the last complement was the best i could ask for i think. :D ) Alarm, cuz some of you are genuinely findin it interestin.

This is the next day. I had started writin the note, but the fever got to me n I jus slept. I'm still sick. Today its called you-wil-have-to-do-physics-inspite-of-this-loser-of-a-virus. Haven't told my parents bout it, cuz yesterday(adorable as they are) they got too worried, and called up the landlord, and wanted me to be taken to a doc, which i know is not necessary, cuz 3 other people in the house already suffered from this, and healed on their own. So I've told them I healed completely today. :D

Anyway comin back to the wonderful city of Kota.

Today I happened to see the new Dan Brown, the lost symbol, in a book shop, and I was overjoyed to learn he had written another one. ( I'm big fan of his. Cuz he basically uses contemporary and true information to form larger than life plots, which happen to be very plausible possibilities) So i called up my mom to inform her bout this new book, which I, with my luck had chanced to have laid my eyes on, only to learn that she knew about it. It had released a few days back, and a million copies had already been sold out. People in Kota, were are blissfully unaware. I've seen them go to youtube and look up videos of Bansal teachers singin a song or tellin a joke. Yet they all remail fairly apathetic to OMG international news like Michael Jackson's death.

A friend of mine had texted "jacko's dead". So bereft is this place, that I hadn't even been able to place who he'd been talkin about. And when I did find out, I had felt awful. He had after all been a legend to the magnitude of Elvis Presley. H really did possess some genius in dance and music (albeit along with undeniable weirdness) When I informed the students in the PG accomodation bout this news, contrary to my dramatic response, all I got from them was a luke warm disinterested 'Oh'. Yet they talk SO animatedly about that kid who scored really wel in Maths or those amazing Bansal teachers who left the institute to join some other, as if its news that'd affect the world economy. Most of them say that the day VK Bamsal dies, it'll probably be a (national they said i think? I'm not very sure) holiday. Considering I didn't REALLY know that there was a Bansal in Kota...wel I doubt. (Ofcourse I don't know many other things, but wel i don't think thats gonna happen) Plus, I have lil respect for his ability to do maths, cuz he doesn't respect women. He has openly claimed that the day a woman makes it to All India Rank 1 in IIT (like thats the highest honour there is), He'll close his institute and leave. While his achievements are commendable ( He worked in a chemical industry once. Now he's a multimillionaire) commments like those make him look like a much smaller person. (But ofcourse, I'm observing from a great distance. He just might be better I hope?) I'm obviously at different mental planes with these people. Most of their conversations w.r.t girls have me grimacing in disgust. It gets to me sometimes. I'm glad I'm comin to Delhi in october, to be amongst like minded people again. :D

So forgive me, Today I leave u abruptly.

Love to all.

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