Making a Move
This was supposed to have been written yesterday. I'm a few hours too late.
The sports newsletter, Spinfo, finally came in from the printer and had to be distributed - 5,000 copies of it. That took up most of the evening after classes went on till five. There were notes that had to be typed out, too. To top it all, Jade didn't get a visa extension and had to leave for Canada in the wee hours of the morning, so Anusha, Venkat and I spent a while together late last night at the office of the collective before seeing her off. We sat up on the terrace with the roaring of the waves, looking at the sky over the sea with clouds aswim.
Basically, that is to say, life got a little busy. Which is ironic to say the least, since the reason I'm taking up this whole journal thing is that life has been too busy lately. I tried making one-line records of my days over the summer, ever since I got back to Chennai on 11th June. It reads like a blooming clock. Each day has about half a dozen entries on average; here's a sample:
0600hrs visit akila 0800hrs jade for spastic society audit slides 1100hrs help brahme clean up office 1400hrs philippines water work 1600hrs restore bazaar at kalakshetra 2100hrs drop by nandini akka's As August drew to a close, I thought it would be a good idea to stop the ticking of the notepad file on my desktop. It must have been in an inspired moment that I named it 'much todo bout sthg' - those words will burn in memory like a hot-iron brand, and probably stay as long as one does, to boot. The point is, nothing of the multitude of things I was neck-deep in over the summer equates to horsing around. Alright, maybe the time when I landed a pass to an all night rave party at the Palace Grounds for writing a poem isn't everyone's idea of a useful activity, but it turned out to be an amazingly instructive night. I learnt about everything from how to set up an event for a couple of thousand people in a 120x120 ft space, to exactly how dead people (who have been stoned all weekend) can be in the wee hours of Monday morning.
Be that as it may, rather than having someone wake me up when September ends, I decided to take matters into my own hands and get typing. This month particularly has a lot of excitement in store for me, and it makes sense to share it. Because it's about things that affect everyone out there, and I'm not fighting a lone battle. In fact, most of the time I get the feeling I'm not fighting at all - just having a beautiful time slogging it out as hard as anybody can, loving every bit of it and getting my hands way deep into fertile soil.
You dig?
The sports newsletter, Spinfo, finally came in from the printer and had to be distributed - 5,000 copies of it. That took up most of the evening after classes went on till five. There were notes that had to be typed out, too. To top it all, Jade didn't get a visa extension and had to leave for Canada in the wee hours of the morning, so Anusha, Venkat and I spent a while together late last night at the office of the collective before seeing her off. We sat up on the terrace with the roaring of the waves, looking at the sky over the sea with clouds aswim.
Basically, that is to say, life got a little busy. Which is ironic to say the least, since the reason I'm taking up this whole journal thing is that life has been too busy lately. I tried making one-line records of my days over the summer, ever since I got back to Chennai on 11th June. It reads like a blooming clock. Each day has about half a dozen entries on average; here's a sample:
0600hrs visit akila 0800hrs jade for spastic society audit slides 1100hrs help brahme clean up office 1400hrs philippines water work 1600hrs restore bazaar at kalakshetra 2100hrs drop by nandini akka's As August drew to a close, I thought it would be a good idea to stop the ticking of the notepad file on my desktop. It must have been in an inspired moment that I named it 'much todo bout sthg' - those words will burn in memory like a hot-iron brand, and probably stay as long as one does, to boot. The point is, nothing of the multitude of things I was neck-deep in over the summer equates to horsing around. Alright, maybe the time when I landed a pass to an all night rave party at the Palace Grounds for writing a poem isn't everyone's idea of a useful activity, but it turned out to be an amazingly instructive night. I learnt about everything from how to set up an event for a couple of thousand people in a 120x120 ft space, to exactly how dead people (who have been stoned all weekend) can be in the wee hours of Monday morning.
Be that as it may, rather than having someone wake me up when September ends, I decided to take matters into my own hands and get typing. This month particularly has a lot of excitement in store for me, and it makes sense to share it. Because it's about things that affect everyone out there, and I'm not fighting a lone battle. In fact, most of the time I get the feeling I'm not fighting at all - just having a beautiful time slogging it out as hard as anybody can, loving every bit of it and getting my hands way deep into fertile soil.
You dig?