It's 2023!

Yes, the title says it all.. or the very least.

Ages have past between the last post and now - might even say today, for instance.

There are plenty more cars in the street, far less green in the view and much more concrete blocking the horizon; and while my window still looks out to the road, it is not the only window I have sat across in the past decade and a half + one year.

Reading through the handful of previous post (plus some drafts), I love reading the content. In fact, I am a bit angry at you all for not appreciating my talent. I could have wrecked a havoc in the digital writing world, atleast on this blogger webpage, which I am surprised still exists (although I have serious doubts about its state of being in this new modernized world).

Since I have become a very forgiving person, thanks to the long quest to cleaning the world of it's pollution and inconsiderate occupants, I pledge to return to this platform sooner than a decade and a half + one year. So long, see you soon.

A Place of My Own

College hostels are academic and social asylums for students, bringing about a balmy effect on them when they return in the evenings from their daily drudgery of scathing classes and balding professors.

To me, my room in the hostel was a place of my own. There was something special about it - the alignment of bed (with its stark purple bedcover); the big rusty grilled window; the decorations on the wall; the open balcony looking straight into horizon while herding past the manicured gardens and wild plantations on way; the study table loaded with things that I would deem essential to my happiness like books, reading materials, my journals, stationery, picture frames, paint colours, brushes, greeting cards and my beloved dictionary, apart from the other indispensible paraphrenalia.

The whole setup was somehow just too perfect for me. I'd wake up with the early morning white sun peeping through my window. Oh, how lovely it would be to hear little birds sing a wake up serenade. The furry squirrel would come scurrying on the balcony parapet slowly gnawing on those tiny broken crumbs of sweet biscuit I would leave for them every night.

How then would I get up so delightfully; yet completely oblivious of the pandemonium that would greet me ahead!

Life uptil now

Lots of things. First being, this training programme i am under in the Department of Environment under Delhi Government. What exactly they want to train us with is still unclear to me. What exactly I thought i'd be trained in, is sort of being fulfilled. I am not too sure if I can expect more out of it. Anyways, since I can claim that I am happy for the time being, so I am happy.

Second thing, related to the first thing, is the car-pool service that I have happened to join with a set of five aunties! It isn't exactly car-pool because none of us drive or use our cars. A car with a driver has been hired to do the needful for us. My fellow passengers are five aunties who are turning out to be fun-types, unlike what I was fearing them to be. The nice thing about the aunties is that they are so very well updated with the current affairs. Like, they know exactly why a particular minister or his ministry is bad. People only comment that so and so is bad and corrupt. They can explain to you why they think so and so is so. Infact today in the morning trip one of them even suggested that they could start an NGO of their own where they would find out the secrets behind the scandalous politicians and bring it out to public. The other aunty dampened this excitement by warning the rest that they'll the victims of custodial death on even announcing to take any such step. Anyways, the conversation was going well until the topic shifted to hair-fall, hair-colors, hair-length and hair-cuts. So, the car-pool service is going well despite the fact that it makes me part away with a decimal of my hard-earned salary and that it curbs my freedom in a way. I get bound by my wrist-watch to call the work day off, which would buzz off at one specific time only. You know how much I love and savour my freedom. Any boundations on it tend to suffocate me.

Thing three. chuck that!

Thing four. Next time.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWATI

So finally came the day when I know I have grown a li'l older but still activities that happen this day make me feel as if I am just born today.

Last night, my friends in the hostel gave me a "surprise party". I must admit that they decorated my room as though there would be a dozen of school kids thronging the place soon for the occassion. The fan in the center of the ceiling harboured a massive spider made of colourful paper strips (...ergh, what do u call them?.. can't recall), then on the cupboard were what I was told decorations depicting "Frog tongue" (what imagination!), my bed was strewn with what I was supposed to believe as "snow flakes". There were b'day caps for the kids who apparently were expected anytime. The caps were really cute, must say.

The best was the candle on the cake. First look at it and I doubted something. I was told to burn it myself and so I did what I was told. and ...BOOM.. that candle was some sort of Diwali craker. It dazzled for full one minute with straight upward lightening. I was so bemused that I stood there in awe, with the knife in my hand, till the time it kept burning while others waited for me to do the honours of the yummy cake (I realised all this later when I was shown the video my friends had captured of the moment, {smart people!})..


...sorry for the interruption. I just saw the time. Got to leave for the class as I dont want to be scolded today atleast.. will update later in the day!

Welcome to the Bizarre World of Swati!

Oh, it is right here. Finally, I secured a tiny space in this incomprehensibly humungous world of the World Wide Web.

At this moment I am too sleepy to begin any writing. Haven't slept well for 2 consecutive nights. Who can actually, if one is let to travel without a reservation in no matter how good a train? and then who can if the next day one is thrown to a bed full of bugs felt suddenly out of nowhere accompanying the ubiquitous mosquitoes, after one got to know just at the evening of the tiring day of a presentation to deliver next morning (not undermining the sleepless night before)..?

Ok, Don't Worry. Before anymore crap is typed here, I'll gush myself outofhere.

But, I'll be back, very soon!