Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The game is done! I've won,I've won!

Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
Except for the fact that the game is not done. In the least.
This is something I might have mentioned before, but I'll say it again,anyways:Winter is a time to sleep 16 hours a day.
Besides, a winter without rain is-not the right winter.
As things-to-do pile up, my mind wanders at random to Ancient Mariner lines and I keep thinking of a number of completely unrelated things.
I am waiting for someone's post, it is supposed to be a happy one.
Still waiting for it.
For some time, I have been intending to read Ghulam Bagh, for I have heard a lot about it.
I came across the song of ice and fire series and started reading it. At first,i was not impressed. But further reading took me deep in the world of Starks, Lannisters and Targaryens. Then I watched the entire season of A Game of Thrones, and now I am waiting for ACOK. Despite knowing the entire story beforehand (or as much of it as has been revealed to date, till A Dance with Dragons), it was a nice watch. The way the season stays true to the real story is nice,too.

The Wall is such an interesting place

Monday, December 19, 2011

A Dream Of Spring (break)

So this weekend was spent dreaming, with open eyes.
Someone announced the date for exams in a very public place. It was thoughtful, I must say. Still........
I was turning the date over in my mind, subconsciously,when I realized  what final exams really imply.
I sat up with a jolt.Upon rechecking, the result was the same:
  The spring break is near!!!!!
 So,naturally, the rest of the weekend was spent in a blissful fantasy.I dreamed of the chocolates I'd eat, the mornings I'd spend curled up in a warm bed, the books I'd read (the break isn't really important for this) and the long story I may write,if I can muster the energy. Who knows, I may get an idea for doing something  interesting , though that not very probable, as I have not thought of many interesting things to date. (I am an exceptionally boring and bored person.)
In short, my weekend was radically different from that of my friend, the distracted soul.
(DS, times change often,so don't dwell too much on useless things.)
There are a few things to do in the meantime, of course. There is a project to be made, along with, horror of horrors, a report. Due to a series of unfortunate and unforeseen events, I'll  have to make the report myself *shudders*
Besides, a minor problem is that I am as yet undecided about the project. In the end, if I cannot find anything more interesting, I'll have to settle with a matrix inverter. (The thing I most like about a matrix is its name. Matrix! Maybe I should search for a nice title page for my report, with iridescent green letters on a black background.)
If I cannot find something to do with prime numbers, matrix inversion it will have to be.
I got to play with a beautiful Nook today. Thank you, my friend-with-a-Nook.
There are a couple of lines by Ghalib which are the favourite these days,ever since I first read them last week: 

تماشا ،  کہ اے محو  آینہ داری
تجھے کس تمنا سے ہم دیکھتے ہیں

Friday, December 9, 2011

Valar Morghulis

For some time, I have been living in Westeros most of the time, with the characters of A Song Of  Ice and Fire, so that may explain the title. When I finish the last book, I may write a review, if I can summon the energy.
Winter is a perfect time for hibernation. At times, I have thought about what may happen if human beings get the ability to properly hibernate. For one thing, it will definitely lead to a decrease in the use of resources all over the world.
If I cannot hibernate properly,  I would like some soma.
It has been so long since I tried to properly string some sentences together that I am forced to write really incoherent things here.But it may be some consolation to know that they are not as incoherent as my thoughts.
I have learned, through my experience, not to judge things\people\events at once. Because all these things change, and change constantly, change all the time. Change is really the essence of life.
Maybe I believe too much in Nietzsche's opinion, that there are no facts, only interpretations, but I can not help believing it.I have myself found it to be true too many times not to believe it. Like Iqbal said, about the heart being a thousand-sided diamond and each side having a different colour. Things and people always have so many dimensions and two dimensions may be very different from each other. You may like one side and dislike the other. The end result is that you are puzzled. Befuddled about what to think and what not to think.What to say and what to hold back.
Well, it may not happen with other people, but it happens with me.

The final result is that I am left with no opinion about most things.And 'I don't know' is not a very good answer. Other people are not content with it. At times, even I am not content with it.
Maybe it is just about having a bad judgement.
How can I judge?