Home Delivery

Already its 23 days since I left Salem.. So far my innings in Chennai has never extended beyond 33 days.. With Q Quest, Vision and Assessments following , it seems I would be imprisoned in this dirty, polluted Chennai for another 3 weeks, and I have to survive on the appalams , milk and curd rice in C.E.G mess for that long time.. I cant avoid the self empathy building inside me, and my frustrations get increased on seeing Dale Steyns and Warne Parnells... It attains its peak during the so called soft skills lab, and C.arch and communication.. Giving an asymptotic run to this RH curve of frustration is the german classes in evenings.. The results of the first assessment make me feel lost... The District collector inside me is already in coma stage with no proper food for thought...

Another villian for me is in the form of the newspaper agent.. Without proper notice , he has stopped supplying newspapers to my room, and since sixth standard,I have never lived without Hindu.. I have stopped offering prayers , and it adds to the sins I am committing daily.. Even small things like searching for a misplaced room key irritates me..

I am not living my life... Even hosanna can't bring me back to my equilibrium state... I am experiencing the so called theory of "Engineering Islands".. That too with this huge land, and wi-fi connection inside room, C.E.G is one such island...

Ironically, NSS , which was a huge burden to me during first year and the boring and tiring work for club keeps me going..

Something good must happen.. I badly need a free weekend to go home...