Well, the fact has finally sunk in. I have to be going back to kharagpur. I didn’t realize it until now. I’m unusually sleepless right now and just doing routine maintainance work before I pull my hard drive out to take back with me. I have a couple of very nasty weeks ahead, but hey, it couldn’t be much worse, and still awesome week I just had.
I guess I needed a little break. Though the trip back wasn’t exactly supposed to happen, I keep telling myself I owe it to myself. But anyways…
In retrospect I feel like I left Kharagpur far behind and stayed away for years and am going back right now. Save a little electronics trouble, life was great and I guess it’ll continue to be, lab tests, and submissions aside.
This brings me, in a twisted way, to an important point. I am a little concerned that I’m never worried. Ever. I take things as they come, and only plan for the future, but I’m not the least bit anxious. For example, I have a nasty eight hour, three phase cross country trip a couple of hours away, followed by nonstop work all around, and yet I’m writing a post here. I feel a little worry is required to drive and motivate you, but I wonder if isolating yourself from your future and your past is such a great idea?
I take comfort in the fact that time is continous. Things get over. Nasty deadlines pass and I think of myself as breaking through barriers in time. Things hurt, but they are left behind. Everything gets over in due time. While this doesen’t mean you can laze around, it means to me that everything has an end. Semesters, exams, deadlines, everything will end eventually, and new ones will take their place, but they will most certainly end. While this leads to the ultimate fact that good times meet their end too, I still really don’t care. Take each second as it comes I guess.
And in the immortal words of MAD magazine: What me worry?
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