Christmas

The last time I posted here, it was Diwali. My favorite holidays of the year. Now, its almost Christmas. A lot, and I mean a lot has changed since Diwali. Perhaps all those changes will not be visible to anyone else but me.. But I have this uncanny ability to detect the smallest changes in my environment.. the difference in perceptions..

Anyways, Copocollege is up and running.. But I'll share the url after addressing some stuff on the site...

I counted the number of pics I've posted on Facebook since this semester began.. and the number is 222.
Interesting number. Wikipedia tells me that 222 is "..a repdigit composite number, and its factorization makes it asphenic number. It is also a Harshad number."

Plus, I made these two videos..














I tried my hand at imitating XKCD.. (and I succeeded to an extent)

I read a number of books.. including Dan Brown's latest.. and I re-read 'The Historian' (one of my all time favorites).

Shashi Tharoor's beautiful presesentation at TED on India's Soft Power inspired me.. as did Dante.. and Valve.

Dad bought me a new laptop and an iPod Touch... and hopefully, a digital SLR will be next..

But all these things are not what forced me to open my browser, and start writing on this blog.. Its something else. Its almost as if I've made peace with myself. I'm getting out of that hole I dug for myself. I feel happier. I feel happy when I'm alone and happy when I'm in college, surrounded by people. People, who rarely know what peace is, and who rarely admit so. For most of the people, happiness is one bad joke after the other. A slapstick comedy of a life.

But not me. I want to experience the transcendental, the spritual. But some of my classmates seem to consider a psychedelic binge as a spiritual experience. Most people tend to believe that by getting lost in alcohol can one truly be found. They're wrong. Facing the stark realities around oneself while being fully alert is intoxicating enough provided you're a good observer. But its tough convincing them...

Another thing that often frustrates me is people with derived mindsets.. No fucking originality.. They didn't pass through the phases but they never forget to bark it out to the world that they did walk the whole 9 yards.. These, in my opinion, are the biggest assholes of them all.

But this post is not about them assholes. I mean to write something about love in another post. I also intend to write something about assholes and their fuckery in yet another post.

I also want to write something akin to Murphy's Law(s) but suitably altered for our environment.. HCST..

So thats it.. this was a post to update all you (fictional) readers out there.. The real posts coming in a day or two.. :)