Sometimes you wonder why you always want stuff you never have. Is it because you actually need those things and thats why you miss them because you don't have them or is it just because somebody else has it and you don't, that is, is it always plain jealousy ?
After putting much thought in it and thinking about it for a month, I came to the conclusion that I had gone totally mad when I wrote the previous line, or maybe it was because I was totally jobless and in the mood of giving people the "funda" about life. But now that I am brought to my senses, I realize that I have no idea about the answer to that question.
Enough about that. Now moving on with my life. Since my previous post, I have been doing nothing much of consequence. Some may say I was trying to do some research, but in the past 3 - 4 months, my learning curve has kind of gotten stuck on a plateau. So my research is, well, still in progress.
Nothing much happened up until the end of the semester, when I ended up partying and sleeping (as a consequence of the partying) most of my exam week. The fact that I made it to the exams itself felt as an achievement at that point of time. But as always, my lady luck saved my not-so-precious behind.
I forgot to mention about the partying itself. Well there were a couple of parties, but the one worth mentioning was the one I had at my advisor's. Well for those who don't know, I was lucky to have a really cool adviser who excepts me work as hard as I can party, but at the same time expects me to party at times too. So back to the party. We were having a quiet evening at his place, drinking beer and talking about music and stuff. Then we were all planning to leave when some people showed up to crash the party. Well these people were basically department senior graduate students. And the first thing they did was taking out the vodka bottle from the fridge and starting off with vodka shots. I must say that thanks to my training in Kharagpur, I managed to fair well in the vodka shots. But alas the vodka didn't last long, and we moved to a bar close to my advisor's place. And there I don't remember how much I drank or what all I did in front of my adviser, but I do remember him laughing a lot at me and he christened me "dimples". That was very embarrassing and I had to face that the whole evening. That evening, over a lot of alcohol, I made some new friends, who became pretty good ones.
Well I guess alcohol removes all our inhibitions, and it becomes easier for us to open up in front of another person and the more we open up, the more they feel comfortable in front of us and let their guards down. Sorry! Couldn't resist giving a little piece of "funda of life".
Now I don't remember exactly when I came back, but I remember the party starting at 4 pm and me waking up at 2pm next day when one of my friends called to check on me. By the way I never did thank that person for waking me up, if she hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to finish my take-home exam and submit it in time.
To clear things, this party was on monday, my take-home exam was due tuesday, and I had another exam on wednesday. And thanks to parties on friday and saturday nights, my weekend was spent in sleeping or being at a party.
Well that was the end of my first semester with a bang! (Sorry for the cliche, couldn't come up with a better expression). After that, come winter vacations, I was off to Los Angeles, primarily to meet my dear dear girl friend. And as planned I reached LA for a 3 week vacation.
Now what happened in LA is a whole story in itself and deserves a blog of its own, and maybe one day soon I can get myself to do that. For now I think I should conclude here saying that this whole blog reminds me a very common thing in maths. We make starts at random points and hope to converge to one global optimum. If you are lucky, it does converge, otherwise, it ends up looking as bad as this blog!
