" I went mad for a while, did me no end of good... The point is, you see, there's no point in driving yourself mad trying to stop yourself going mad. You might as well give in and save your sanity for later."
- Ford Prefect
This quote pretty much explains the semester that passed by, seemingly trudging on at first but terminating faster than a grindcore microsong. Forget college, holing up at home and running to a leather institute in Adyar everyday for a blasted 'internship' isn't doing me any good either. Not exactly the picture perfect holidaying, filled with guitar and Ghatam learning interspersed with photography and reading and other cool stuff I had imagined.
Abruptly moving on, I find myself obligated to tell you that this blog underwent a major identity crisis a few months back. That, coupled with a chronologically well placed writer's block became an excellent excuse for some good ol' slacking off, bumming around, and generally being useless, so much so that even Guggu's CLRI inspired threat of skinning and curing me alive unless I picked the pen up fell on deaf ears.
Oh, and why the identity crisis? Was reading blogs of ex-school/college mates to get new ideas and pass them off as my own. And for some reason I couldn't get past the title or the tagline. A few exhibits:
- Suyash's blog "Say Whaa..?" is "A bevy of thoughts locked up in a beautiful mind".
- Anirudh's "Blog about opinions" has "Snippets of thought from a brimming mind."
- Sreedip's myuntamedmind.wordpress.com, the blog being Doubts of a Wild Mind~! .
You see what I did there?
For days and days together, the brain was racked a lot of times, the five stages of grief were experienced and a lot of management techniques such as 'corporate renewal' and 'retrenchment policies' were applied to The Pot Jamming Sessions in order to give it a reinvention of sorts, try to reflect pseudo hipster stuff like the others. You know, profound and shit.
For days and days together, the brain was racked a lot of times, the five stages of grief were experienced and a lot of management techniques such as 'corporate renewal' and 'retrenchment policies' were applied to The Pot Jamming Sessions in order to give it a reinvention of sorts, try to reflect pseudo hipster stuff like the others. You know, profound and shit.
Ha ha... Yeah, right.
When asked what the unifying theme of his work Freakonomics was, the author Steven Levitt started blustering, to which a lot of economists jumped in and offered what they saw as the theme. This continued until the philosopher Robert Noznick interrupted.
"How old are you, Steve?" he asked.
"Twenty-six."
Nozick turned to the other fellows: "He's 26 years old. Why does he need to have a unifying theme? Maybe he's going to be one of those people who's so talented he doesn't need one. He'll take a question and he'll just answer it, and it'll be fine."
See?
Of course, that anecdote was for people like Steven Levitt, a brilliantly talented Harvard graduate. Poor droids like myself, extreme lethargy is the best known cause for maintaining status quo. Therefore, I'm back to my usual ramblings, posting desultory, redundant satire on this minimally themed blog.
On a happier note, it's good to be back, finally. Keep watching this space for more sessions.
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