In the forever quest of finding where my true potential lies in, I went back to poetry in the past few days. After writing a few of my own, I, in a truly eureka moment, struck upon the possibility of exploring poems of better known writers. Not that I haven’t read some before, but have always conveniently ignored the poets of yesteryears, as I’ve always found them to be too rigid in their structure (read as — can’t understand shit). So I decided to dust the cobwebs and get some olden times poetry, American and otherwise, and a poetry handbook better explaining all the structure I’ve been avoiding in the farce of belonging to the modern genre of poets … :) Needless to say, I’m enjoying the time; sometimes the handbook makes me feel that I’m back at school, but I’m sure its well worth the effort.

Of course, only god can surpass my planning abilities (lets not talk about implementation please; I come from the UT CS department). In the wake of a few good friends leaving for India this past weekend, I realized I might have a truck load of free time in my hand, which I might rather use for “creative” purposes. So I wondered, as I often do, why not continue my guitar learning, which was left abandoned at infancy, along with some poetry on the side, and continue the quest towards a leaner/meaner figure as well! My calculations pertaining to time made me believe I’ll have time for all these and more. Of course, I later realized that nothing much really changed in my scheme of things (with respects to the free time), and I’ve been reduced to a single threaded machine that I previously was.

With Christmas down the corner, society (read – my close friends) will ask the same trite questions to me. To be subtle and artistic, let me rephrase what they usually ask – “why don’t you move your lazy fat ass and come for some trip?” Not that I’m averse of trips, the thought of another trip with the New-Years NY trip round the corner gives me the chills. As I might have hinted before in my blog somewhere, I need some time to myself once a while. I’m a very complex creature, as you might have noticed, and in order to figure out all intricacies, I need some quality introspection time. Many questions arise – “What should I do in life?”, “Which movie should I watch next?”, “I shouldn’t have stared at that girl like a dead man with eyes open”, “Should I sleep for more than 6 hours or not?” and so on. Without the answers to such questions, I can’t ask more questions; so I have to spend time with myself, which essentially means I am usually not incredibly enthusiastic about trips, especially not 2 in a span of 2 weeks! It should be clear from the above that this has nothing to do with inertia, lethargy, and other so called vices.

Also, this past weekend, Gorhe decided to pay us a visit. Well, he was coming for someone’s (that’s a secret you guys …) graduation and realized that his legs would be ours if he doesn’t drop in. After the usual trudy’s-giri, & hara-kiri, it was time for him to leave. Just when we were resigning to the thought that Gorhe might have calmed down a bit, he blows us away with this incredible plan of tickets ( the details of which are too complex for me to write ), where basically he and his friend were leaving for NY in two different flights spaced 3 hours from each other. Well, you might ask, why do I care? … because it needed two separate cars, one of which might have been mine. Well, trouble was averted when his flight was canceled, and Ashwin was awake/gracious/enthu enough to drive twice to the airport. So, that’s that.

Interesting how my train of thought pretty much derailed from its initial destination of poetry enlightenment, to an account of daily chores. Well, not so interesting on the other hand …