Dread

Have you ever felt the dread of being under-prepared for an exam? I am feeling it right now. Tomorrow is my thermodynamics exam. A three hour torture of entropy, enthalpy and steam tables. Not to mention an hour long extra free torture after the larger one. And yours sincerely is posting on his blog.

I have a very strange reaction to this. I freeze. I completely lose it. I run away. Am I a coward? Why can’t I just sit down and face it. Why do I want to call somebody up for affirmation that everybody is as badly off as I am? Why do I want others to do badly if do badly? I usually don’t care how others do as long as I do well.

Considering my track record in t/d I don’t think that tomorrow is going to be my best day. Wish me luck. I’m going to need it.

Follicular Fears

I am going bald. That is all there is. That is what will happen. The implacable march of time is taking its toll on my scalp. Ok…I know what you’re thinking. I’m vain. But truthfully, would you like to walk around with wispy fluff poorly concealing a shiny 8 ball on your head? Truthfully.

The saddest part is I don’t usually care about my looks. But this time things are different. I’ve already started a comb-over. Am I going to be one of those forty year old men with pot-bellies, and heads that remind one of bowling balls? Men who really believe that a three second hair dye and a comb-over hide that infamous ‘sheen of a million suns’?

Some men age gracefully. Sometimes I feel that grey hair is quite becoming in some cases. But is a bald spot? Especially considering the fact that I have a forehead that competes with Venezuela in terms of area. This year will I have to say goodbye to my hair? Well, it was good while it lasted…

Shubho Naba Barsha

It isn’t that I don’t mean the title of my blog, or am dissing the people who did wish me. It’s just that I wonder how many people mean it when they say it. At this time of year we say it like we’re taking a breath. For every person we meet, we tend to play the ‘Happy New Year’ record, or if we want to be different we play the ‘May the New Year bring health, prosperity, gf, blah blah blah’ record.

I took a count of how many times I have said ‘Happy New Year’ and actually meant it, and am quite surprised at my own hypocrisy. It’s something like two out of a hundred. And if you wonder if I mean the title, trust me on this one, I do.

Why should what we say be so different from what we mean. As the BFG said ‘What I say and what I mean are two totally different things’. Why the charade. Isn’t everything complicated enough as it is, without our warped sense of cordiality having its way with us?

PS: Srin, I can’t comment on your blog. There seems to be something wrong with your template cos I can see the code and those sections of the page aren’t rendered.