Turning 21

I always thought I would feel different on my twenty second birthday; I mean I have completely 21 years of my life and now an adult in every way. But alas, it was like every other one (a few differences, nothing to do with age though).

I was vella like every other bday I celebrated during BITS, but I did treat myself with delicious pizza and mushrooms. The main difference is that I got to spend the day away from family; this is the first (and definitely not the last) one where I was not with my family, and was at BITS. The campus was all lovely like ever, with the wild flowers all around and the constant wind.

I felt like an adult because I got to choose how I spend my day. Normally my family decides my schedule, but this time I had a blast; slept till noon, and went out for the evening. As always I was depressed though, because I am growing up and I don’t want to. I may sound like a petulant child, but most people would agree with me on this.

Why are birthdays so special? Hardly anyone can remember being born to celebrate that day. Honestly, it doesn’t really matter if one celebrates their birthday on july 29^th or august 9^th. Anyways, I got this brilliant idea while having pizza on my most important day of the year. Why not celebrate every day as a birthday?

I do have a valid reason for asking this question. First, birthdays are only special because we feel they are important and cherish. We enjoy, celebrate and make sure everything is perfect on that day. Why not do it every day. I mean, wake up with the same euphoria, be as happy as you are on your birthday and enjoy.

I think I will try to follow my own advice.

The pen ultimate semester

New semester, new room, new projects but the old me. It shouldn’t be a difficult thing to come up with a general post, but alas, here I am, almost 7 months later writing this. 

Anyways, going into trivial details, the last registration turned out to be the worst one. I had to come running all the way from yosufguda, only to stand in line for a few hours; not to mention, hungry, parched and my whole body aching (I had fever the before day, so the ramifications). After the traditional orientation for which I was 2 hr late (mind you, it was a 3 hr session) the semester had officially started.

So, here I am in the library trying to understand why in the hell did I take up optioneering as my thesis subject. Since, I can’t change the past, I start with a couple of papers which have all the irrelevant information. And now it’s up to me to come up with the model, understand and present it to my instructor. Seeing I have only 3 days, and my not-going-well toefl preparation, it’s going to be interesting to say the least.

All the while feeling sad that this is going to be last sem on campus..