The control that I have over my life.

De-chickenpoxed at last! Man it feels so good, to not be treated like some quarantined casestudy! So here it goes.

Well finally there’s some movement in the house. I mean I’m getting daily calls from some of my overachieving relatives trying to get me into a discussion (in the vaguest of terms) about my career and my future. All those discussions tend to go like this:

THEM: I think that you should take electronics in whichever college you get.
ME: How about nanoscience?
THEM: Naa, the scope for nanotech is very ....ummm...nano. (yeah, engineers are funny aren’t they?)
ME: How about aerospace engineering?
THEM: There is no market for that at all! Unless you want to do aircraft maintenance.
ME: What does that mean?
THEM: You know, like checking tyre pressure.
ME: FINE! And how about chemical engineering?
THEM: Great we finally have someone in the family, who wants to become a petrol pump attendant.
ME: PETROL PUMP ATTENDENT!! Why don’t I just do an MBA after my engineering?
THEM: Well, yeah, go ahead. Wal-Mart has a lot of toothpaste to sell. You can at least sell it for them after an MBA.
ME: What can I possibly do after electronics that’s so nirvana-ish?!
THEM: Oh, loads! After that do your masters then your PhD and then become a professor. (It took me some precious ISD minutes to realize that he was NOT joking!)
ME: (CENSORED) .

That! Is what my relatives call a ‘discussion’. I just can’t help but be amazed by how the next decade or so of my life seems so predictable to them.

When my dad initially asked me what I want to do in life, my answer was ‘I want to be slightly less miserable than people who hate me, that’s called winning!’ I wonder why? but I think that sealed my fate. That’s how parents think I guess, a witty response was interpreted as ‘an indication of how little my future matterd to me’, sooner than I could say ‘college’.

Gone are the days when I would brag about my dad being an all India topper.....Now I find myself hoping that that he was just an uneducated exporter.... Sigh!

Me.

P.S: And ‘Guwahati’ is not spelt as ‘Gauhati’ (as I have spelt it in all my comments). That just shows how dependent I am on Microsoft spellchek. :)

Wish I knew where I'm heading.

Two weeks!! That's how near I could get to my goal of Bi-weekly posting! But for once the lax attitude didn't stem from my tangible lack of determination, rather it was because of a mother who wouldn't let her chicken pox infected son touch a cup (let alone a laptop!). Ohh and sadly thats MY mother I'm talking about.

Well as I sit here and write this post, it feels different. I mean I have spent all 18 years of my life in this city (the last one of which was almost exclusively in my bedroom!) and now, suddenly I realise that this might, well be my last month here (read the update in my last post.). Never having thought of myself as capable of anything even half as emotional it feels weird. I guess that its just the initial moment before moving on that's dilemmatic. At least I hope so. Will miss Delhi if I leave, and will surely value it more if I don't. I hate it when life is so fluid.

Will get back to posting regularly soon, will have to wait a bit though.....at least till my mom realises that It won't kill anyone if I touch MY laptop!!

Moi.

11 months, 14 days and 19 hours later.....

Okay, long time… well things have changed since the last time I blogged, then I looked at blogs as if they were the outlet to your clogged thoughts that needed to be shared because they eat you up from within (man I must have felt so British, right?), but now it seems that anyone with a laptop can start a blog churn out posts get ads and get money ( I’m not criticizing anyone, on the contrary that’s what I’m hoping!!) . Okay the last year has been umm different, basically I dropped a year to give the damn engineering entrances again, but trust me you learn very little life skills while preparing for IIT. What you do learn life skills from is a long distance relationship, a dad whose topped every exam he ever gave (even the ones at St. Stephens and IIM –A), a nagging mother who cooks to kill and a bitch of a best friend who thinks that every moment not spent abusing you is a moment wasted.

Well I would love to give you a blow by blow account of last year, but as my entire life can be summed up in half a dozen bullet points (half of which I have already forgotten), its difficult to look back and try to summarize about a year that went by in needlessly pondering over fat books that I’ll never see again (it feels so nice to write that!) Okay well atleast the four things that I did learn are:

1. There’s more to life than what you hit your car into.
2. Beer tastes better at this side of eighteen (its still illeagal though).
3. There are three cube roots of 1.
4. Read above.
   

On the whole not quite a lot…. And that is a valid explanation for why I am just rambling along and not sticking to any topic., I’ll try to blog regularly from now on though (just a bit of advice though, try betting on something else, like a dead horse!), about my life and the little incidents that make it exciting, and incase I do run out of such incidents I can obviously write songs and poems, in English that I obviously won’t understand and make myself sound like a 12 year old pregnant girl whose suffering is contained within my soul…. ( I can soo picture myself stooping to that level, man the day you stop reading stuff like that, people will stop writing it!!).

Me.

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Update :

IIT JEE AIR - 1313.

AIEEE AIR - 684.

BITSAT - 373.

*AIR= All India Rank