So fly like a G6

The background of this blog is now a picture of ballet shoes hanging by the window. Yes, you have noticed it now, and probably mentally felt the silky softness of it on your skin, without meaning to. Ballet shoes do that to you. They're gorgeous, aren't they?
I've always thought of ballet as a very, very beautiful dance, and always felt miserable about the fact that I never did learn and will never learn it. How do I know about the future, you ask. I don't. But this is one of those things that you need to have ingrained in you since a very tender age; no movement of the body will be as graceful if learnt at twenty. Because your body needs to be molded and trained like that; you can't fit it into anything and everything, in the case of ballet, literally too: who'd be ready to slip into a tutu randomly? Lol.
I could learn now, I mean, there is time, but I wouldn't want to do something as heavenly with earthy mediocrity. So yes, I've given up on that department. But I can't help wondering how they feel, when they take those pirouettes, fly with those leaps, and practice plies. And wear those clothes and look like that. It's a dream world. 


Coming back to the one I have, the very solid, un-beautiful world that isn't full of ballet academies and theatres, I've been thinking about a lot, arriving at no conclusions, and reaching nowhere. Apart from being uncharacteristic, it's also annoying in its confusion and so I've been left pretty unhappy and muddled. I don't know what the cause of this is, and so all the thinking has failed. I think I'm mentally not adjusted to being back in hostel, with people, pretend-friends, and studies. Also, yesterday I had a discussion with two great guys about the country and that just worsened it, like we're both moving rudderless, wasting a lot of energy. 


I need some inspiration, let's try this poem by Fran Wyant:


Eat rice.
Have faith in women.
What I don’t know now
I can still learn.
If I am alone now
I will be with them later.
If I can be weak now
I can become strong.
Slowly, slowly, if I learn, I can teach others.
If others learn first I must believe they will come back and teach me.

Back Home

Yo!

Returned from Pune this morning. I'd gone for the Symbiosis group discussion and personal interview (henceforth referred to as GDPI).

Yes, it was good. GD was decent. The topic was un-stimulating - Police Reforms. But our job is to talk, not evaluate. so yeah, I had things to say, and I made sure I didn't interrupt others or act too smart. PI was another thing altogether. My first real kind of interview was - awesome! There were two people; a man and a lady, who were friendly but also quite formidable. They asked me routine stuff about myself and my interests. Then about why I wanted to do law, and then asked me to give an introduction to the Constitution. Also about my chosen course - BBA LLB. At the end, the lady said 'I think you can come to Symbiosis' and the man said 'All I can say is - come back soon!'

I think those are all the indications of a good interview, if I may say so myself. ;P

But NLU Delhi still remains the better option, so let us see. Meanwhile, Mamma is still more strongly disposed towards DU: do Eco (Hons) then go to London School Of Economics and so on. Simply, I'm in a dilemma at exactly the wrong time.

Wishing things get clearer soon,
Nidhi

reconciliation

Summer has indeed begun to show its effects - power cuts have started in the capital city too. :(

I'm still stuck in the middle of the large wave of law preparation. somehow, i don't know why, but i'm being quite unable to focus. its like those times your mind and body is screaming for a break; but you won't - cannot pause what you must do. in the case of law, its what i want to do, its what i have to do, but still this feeling of utterly despicable de-motivation won't leave me. 

i hope i can get on full swing in another week at the most ...

anyway, general knowledge. by god, who the hell made this subject? when i was younger, i actually liked reading encyclopedias and yearbooks et al. but that theory - of not wanting to do something once its required of you too do it, is so darn true. once i knew i was 'supposed' to read newspapers, i stopped. instantly. so sad right?