4 posts tagged “projects”

Am sitting outside the socio prof's room. 6 of us are waiting here for the vivas. I think I'm up next. I like these people. Its a very 'chill' crowd, if I may use that term. I should be readin up, but I just don't feel like.

Someone just passed me a roach. Should I? Should I not? I don't know... And Ak's out for the night as well... Okay then, guess its decision time...

Ak, E.S and I went to Polar Bear for lunch. It was fun. Kinda random, but then, what the heck. i can take random... Today morning was pretty bad. I missed the first hour and slept instead. It was weird coz I kept passin in and out of sleep. Everytime I woke up it was a different feeling. Dreams merged with reality... Once I woke up devastated, only to realize... that nothing had really happened. But it was much worse when I woke up believing everything had been sorted out... to find that nothing had changed...

Depressing messaging all the way into the next two hours... after which, somehow things sorted themselves out... At least temporarily.

I can take complicated. And I can live with hazy boundaries.

Research papers.

Fuck them!

Don’t get me wrong. I love research.

The whole concept of reading up on things other people have written on a subject and then compiling them into a paper so that some other poor soul can read it along with the other 56.876 billion papers written on the same subject to compile yet another research paper fascinates me.

I guess the part that bothers me is deadlines.

Hmm..

Rephrase.

Deadlines. FUCK them!

Which reminds me (as most things sadly seem to do now days), my papers are due in 4 days!!!

4 days?!!!
How am I supposed to come up with anything decent in 4 days???

I guess I could have started earlier when most sane people did so that they wouldn’t have to pull so many all-nighters cursing deadlines… but seriously, lets be practical here.

Who starts working weeks before deadlines?

That defeats the whole purpose of deadlines, which is to cause indescribable pain and mental trauma and force you to work and come up with something brilliant under all the pressure. Or shoot yourself.

However, since this is not the United States, and guns are slightly harder to come across, the latter option isn’t exactly available.

Which, unfortunately explains why most people start researching earlier.

Sober.

It’s such a funny word. Where in the world has it come from?

So-ber. Ber? Now that’s a weirder word. Weird that its jus a letter short of something, which if you consume too much of, you won’t be well... sober.

I like to believe it originated from the words “so boring”, which is what I find life to sometimes be. Oh yes, life’s interesting most of the times, but every once in a while, you find yourself in your room… sooo-bored…

You have the music you love but have heard so many times you know when the guy stops to breathe right before screaming his lungs out, and you know jus how many times he says “ohhhh” in a row. Of course, the scariest being when you know what song is going to play next and its jus downright creepy when you know how many seconds will pass before it actually does!

Then you have the book. The one which you know cover to cover and people have been threatening to ship you off to Moscow if you don’t stop quoting it; particularly along with the page number. For some reason, this creeps out most people. I don’t understand why… Have they never been this bored?

Maybe it’s because we have project submissions in less than a week and everyone’s working really hard. As my friends have often pointed out, I could be doing that. I should be doing that. And I would be, were it not for the slight issue… I’m bored. Which brings us back to the word (Why does this sound like a famous line out of a famous musical?... Oh wait, never mind) - Sober.

So what do you do now you’re so-bored? Sorry… Couldn’t resist that. Anyway, at times like this, you’d do anything for any inebriating substance to flow through your system, especially your brain. But all you find when you reach out is the same music and the same book and as much as you hope and pray otherwise, the words remain the same.

Then you sigh, doodle, stare at the wall, play another game on your comp, hoping it’ll end some other way, but of course… it doesn’t. You pick up your phone and see you’re just as broke as you are “ber” and as much as you plead with it, it doesn’t ring. At times like this, there are only two things you can do. 1. Begin typing out the paper which is due in a week’s time… or 2. Go on a futile hunt for brain cell killing substances.

Here, I doodle, play another game of solitaire, sigh at my screen, stare at the wall and curse being sober.

The vicious cycle never ends.

Anyway, I’m off… The futile hunt awaits…

Note- This is all written under the influence of things I advise you strongly not to write under the influence of.