Night

This one was drawn 2 days before ConSys (Control Systems) Compree:

Tadaa!

Well, actually I drew 3 sketches, but the other two are just replications of other pictures, so I spared them.

It might seem naive, but it's not.

I was watching this anime sometime ago in which everything just turns out great, of course after some effort. It got me thinking. In cartoons, anime, stories, plays... anything that man created/creates, there’s always a “happily ever after” in the end (except a few tragedies, but then they depict something great too). And how they get there is plain and interesting. Especially cartoons. Even though it is for pure entertainment for kids, every little story does have something to offer. They teach morals and values to the little kids, about karma – how every good you do pays off in the future. The values always held in the highest regard throughout history (picked up from the anime Digimon): Courage, Friendship, Love, Knowledge, Reliability, Purity, Hope and Light; the values that tell Honesty is the best policy; the values that tell Sacrificing is not so bad and in fact if it’s to make someone happy, how it pays off in the form of new friend(s) or just pure satisfaction; the values that tell being united, you can overcome anything; and the values that tell putting your family and friends above everything else is one of the noblest things in the world. There are a million forms in which the different lessons of life are taught. Some of them simply put it across directly by showing how the deed (courageously facing something or sacrificing something, for example) leads to good over evil. But it’s not so easy in the rest.

No person is born cynic or pessimist. They turn into one because of the people they are influenced by, or the experiences they undergo. But if the lessons taught by these little stories are ingrained and is still intact in their hearts, I don’t see why the world can be a better place. For kids, the world is black and white. There is good, and there is bad. There is positive (things that cause happiness and satisfaction) and negative (stuff that hurts others). Everything is binary. When we were little, there weren’t any politics or manipulative bitches. You don’t like someone, you spit on their face. You like someone, you talked to them, gave them gifts. Whatever you felt, you showed it. And there weren’t any complications. How simple life would have been if the same dynamics were applied among adults! Transparency and honesty –everything laid out in the open, all conflicts resolved, no misunderstandings. So why do grey areas emerge? I’m sure even the most complicated of issues can be broken into 1’s and 0’s at the most basic level. Well, I don’t understand why nobody sees it. And if they do, why nobody practices it and applies it. Wouldn’t the world become a much better place than it is now? I think people turn sceptical and cynical because things always just kept failing, not reaching their expectations and so they lose faith. But when this happens, a little hope and optimism with love and compassion and of course, effort might just turn things round. But this is just my simple mind trying to reason things, and find a solution, so I cannot say for sure.

I do not want to give up. I want to believe that people will stop fighting each other. I want to believe that people believe in what they say, and keep their promises. But I guess the cynics I met in the last few years have done their jobs well, because when I think of the world now, the big bad world with over 6 billion people in which maybe around 60% of them have either lost hope, or will have been crushed by truants, or are plain depressed; I know the world cannot turn into Utopia. But my basics are deep, intact in my heart. There is a small spotless patch on my heart, somewhere in midst of all the “realistic” dirt and grime of scepticism and cynicism, shining with the brightest light which is now filling me up as I write this – and it’s giving me a magic talisman: believe in yourself, and don’t stop believing in the people around you, and everything will be all right. Yes, I now know, everything is going to be just fine because I believe in it. And everyone’s life can be a story with a “happily ever after” only if they truly believe it.

Random

Dark night. A huge building. A puddle just at the doorstep. Jet black puddle. Jet black from the asphalt and concrete below it, and the thick dark night above. And a dark reflection of the fair magnificent building. Almost as if it's the reflection of the building in the world of Hades. Darker and more mysterious.

It was a clear reflection of the building in the puddle, as if a darker version of it actually exists. It was a silent calm calm night. In all this clarity, watching this amazing picture in front of me, I sit on the cement platform thinking - it's all screwed! The worst thing that could ever happen has happened. It's all screwed! I wanted someone to reprimand, and console at the same time; I wanted to cry and quit, and stay strong ensuring no more mishaps, at the same time. I sat there in the calm cool night by the still black puddle, going through the chaos and confusion a couple of hours ago in my head.

As my head filled with chaos, the sky probably grew darker, and the atmosphere thicker. I hadn't noticed. A sudden disturbance in the puddle brought me back to present. More ripples followed in different places. It had started to rain.

Now the darker version of the building was nowhere to be seen. It turned hazy as the droplets tried to conquer it, one small patch at a time. Slowly, the rain started to go easy on the Hades' building. The dark one fought back hard, it stayed on, if not in the past magnificence and glory. Suddenly, I hear my name being called. "Where are you? Come on in...What are you doing there?...." Guess that's the end of my solitude. Too bad, I have to leave the calm cool solitary darkness of the night to the warmth and light of the room and people inside.

Lonewolf.

Train Back Home

Ewww...
Ritika
Twins : Mehak & Simone
Cramped and Congested Sleeper Class
Lord of the Rings : unsuccessful attempt
Bad lunch
50 deg.C (probably) !!
Little bit of Star Wars (some awkwardness) and then awesome music!!
Around 50 deg.C again (the hot dry blasts)
Blissful sleep at last
Impatience and hence no dinner
Side-Upper berth : the worst in summer
Damn stomach ache
Closer to home! :D
Ice-cream, butter-milk and more ice-cream
Conversations
Impatience (again, but for a different thing this time)
Some more conversations
Dirty and Sweaty!
Home at last!! :D :D

P.S. Sorry, I'm so late!Writing this 3 weeks after reaching home!

Pain, and Very First Bandaged Wound

I'm scared. Scared of even the most trivial of things like on-coming vehicles, bumps on roads and all the little things. I'm scared because I'm hurt. I want to get out of it already and get on with my normal life!

A few days ago...

My leg hurts like crazy!! 'Just a boil' can't be the reason. I'm going to med-c(the medical center) tomorrow.

The 'tomorrow' happened to be a Sunday.

So me and my roomie went to Sarvi(the Birla Sarvajanik Hospital) the Sunday evening which happened to be Valentines' Day.

One look at my wound and the doctor exclaimed,"Nasty!! Should have come days earlier!!"

Well, I would have if I had known. It's my first time! So much for pain-endurance.... :(

Me - "Uhh..Ouch! I-I didn't... OWW!! Aaahhh...I didn't know!"

And then the doctor and the 2 sisters there got into a flurry of activity...treating me.

Details omitted

I feel extremely grateful for the invention of the ANAESTHETIC.

I had to go to the doctor to get my wound dressed up every single day for the next 2 weeks or so. I also got a TT-shot and was prescribed meds for the next 5 days. Huge ones. And it hurt to even move.I could either stand or sleep. Sleep, only in one position.

The next day...

Me and my roomie went to Sarvi to change the dressing (as told by the doc). It was ok, (apart from the pain), until I was getting down from the bed. There was a Rat running across. Its a freaking HOSPITAL. Everything is supposed to be sterilized, or at least CLEAN. And they were treating me for a bacterial infection.

I am so gone!!!

A day later....

Again to Sarvi for getting dressed. This time I had to share the room(OT minor - Operating Theatre) with 3 other people who also had to get their wounds dressed. And it hurt like CRAZY!!!

I'm so hating this. :(

All this just as the T1(Test-1 series) week starts. Yes, I have it every alternate day till the beginning of next week. Besides I have to miss a lot of things..I am either in the wing or Sarvi, if not in the insti for a make-up or test. I hate being like this.

Pain- Physical, Mental and Emotional.

This is one of the times you wish to be home with mom and dad. Or at least for somebody who can be there for you 24x7, someone you can take for granted in your life.

This is the worst....not being able to do anything in life, especially when you feel all motivated and excited about things you can do, after a Long period of slacking off. When you are at a beginning-of-sorts. But one of the most amazing things I discovered, I never cried. Not a single tear. I whimpered, shook, screamed, grumbled, felt down, even wanted to cry. Never could. However hard I tried. In fact, I was laughing and smiling sometimes. I was amazed about myself. Wow! I survived so far without a single tear! Yay!!

I also realized that I lived in a 'perfect world' where I wasn't let close to any sort of major pain or even wounds that are like, normal in all hospitals. This is my first experience of such pain, never had it myself, never even saw somebody having it. Wow again. I yearn to go back to that 'Perfect World' which exists nowhere except at home with parents...where you grew up and made yourself, spent a major part of your life.

Well, it's time now. I have to go for lunch...the long way to the mess...limping all the way!!