Eggjam aa rahe hai - Bhaago!!

Hey y'all,

It's not a happy day. Tomorrow begin the much-awaited end semester exams. Yayyy? - No. It's Contract Law tomorrow, the syllabus is huge, something we're not used to for this particular subject. Add to that, abhi yours truly ne kuchh padha nahi hai.

I've been reading magazines on the net. You'll be proud to know they were the Frontline and Vir Sanghvi's blog kind. As opposed to whatever you had in mind. :P I have two pdf's and two powerpoints open here, begging for some attention, but draft.blogger.com is like Nadal in front of Karlovic. Oh, did I mention Nadal is 6 time French Open winner??!! I'm treating it like my personal victory, but come on, after 6 years of supporting him ardently, against all opposition (chuckles), I deserve some credit, don'tyathink? Anyway, so he retains the number one spot, which would otherwise have gone to Djokovic . So, all's well with the world. His world. Mine, not so much.

I don't want to study! But then, like my (apparently good-looking) Crim law professor said, when you took up law, you said goodbye to weekends and holidays. He didn't mention awesome food, time to enjoy awesome food, reading, doing NoTh!nG, but yeah, you get the point.

Anyway, before my wingmates resort to physical methods of getting me to study {you're right in assuming verbal (soft < loud < threatening) have already happened} {observe the use of curly brackets} {jeez, whoever named them That, they're so cool} {stop now, Nidhi, stop} So yeah, I should go study now.

Give me joy in my heart, keep me loving, loving, loving

So tomorrow I have my political science presentation.
So tomorrow I have to get my term paper printed.

Remember we used to sing/recite these really corny songs when we were in junior school? I just remembered one that ended with 'Thank you God for everything'. I still remember how we, as little children, with cute voices used to say those lines in the same tune, in the most bored, yet eager to please tone, the same things every day in assembly. I hardly had assemblies in middle and senior school. But I miss singing the national song and 'We shall overcome, someday' - the angrezi version of Hum honge kamyaab. Oh, and marching class, which we all used to crib so much about. It feels so weird to think of those things now; they seem aeons away, like a different life. Perhaps it was a different life.

When people say things like I miss being a kid, and I want to be like that again; naive and trusting etc., I can't quite agree with them. I mean, you're smarter now, and you're allowed to do more things (lol), then why would one complain? We lose our sense of carelessness, they say. Accepted. But about the rest, it's just that we become more insecure of ourselves. That is the only change that really makes us different from how we were when we were kids. From insecurity come jealousy, envy, competitiveness, cautiousness (so you don't lose your position of superiority) and other 'adult' issues. We probably think we have to prove ourselves and our worth to others, but I fear that it's mostly ourselves we want to convince.

Just believe more in yourself, and don't always quantify everything, and you'll be cool.

Try karo.

P.S. Nadal beat Murray, yayy!

So be it.

I woke up at 9:30 today, my mother's aim has been fulfilled: it was because of a false alarm that the police were towing away our car (so random!), but I did wake up, and didn't go back to bed. So now I'm fully ready, waiting for 12 o'clock so I can go meet some pals. Like, finally.

Yesterday was a bad day for all us Nadal fans. Very, very bad day. You know, Federer has the style, Federer has the charm, but Nadal is the man who epitomises all that talk of mind over matter, and the power of believing that you can do it. There are countless instances where he picks up shots, or hits shots that you'd never think were possible. Just impossible shots. Just mind-blowing; every single time. It's a common rumour that he plays on two courts when practicing, so he covers double the ground, making a single court look like a kids court. Yesterday also, we saw one man fighting against his illness, fighting against himself, and fighting all the forces that were against him. In the peak heat of Australian summer, he was sweating thrice as much as a normal person, but he continued; he probably knew he was going to lose, but he finished the game nonetheless. Yes, he never going to be second after Rod Laver for his streak of Grand Slams won, but he can surely keep up the number one rank. Kya yaar, aadmi ko aaram se fever hona bhi allowed nahi hota sports mein! :(

Also, I saw The Social Network yesterday. It was a good film, nothing extraordinary though. I also felt that they made Zuckerberg out to be this golden boy, forever cool, never wrong. And Saverin the bad guy. There can easily be made a movie making Saverin look nice and Zuckerberg really pathetic. So I think it wasn't a very neutral film, with emphasis only on the story. Otherwise, pretty decent. And Andrew Garfield is cute, as always.

Anyway, phone calls coming in, friends are arriving, till tomorrow!