11:51 to 12:12

I am sleepy.It has been a long day.Not work wise.I dont think I would be so tired if I had actually done something useful this whole 24 hours.I would have been running more on adrenaline than anything else.But I am sleepy and tired.It has been an unproductive day after all.

At the end of one-and-a-half-months of my summer project,i am vaguely left with the feeling that maybe I dont get to do what I wanted to do after all.Publish a paper.The material is excellent,quite stimulating but despo-ism and given-up is not an unordinary attitude to wear at the end of the day,after being subjected to the idiosyncracies of the heralders of learning,our proffesors.While the paper may not happen I sure have learned several things about myself in this stint at IIT Kharagpur.Lets summarize shall we?

a)I apparently can go a full morning and afternoon without anything but tea,provided I get dinner(preferably rice and sambar) at the end of it :P

b)I can survive horrendous bathrooms adorned with extremes like decaying walls that look like they are going to peel off and fall on you while you try not to touch them while taking bath or lavarotories "protecting" or trying to protect the privacy of their occupant with locks that would fall off if a 2 year old sloth lazily pushed it.

c)My shoulders are as good as they were in high school when my heavy(understated) bag used to be the object of perpectual amazement to fellow bus-riders.Now apparently,I can carry a heavy book on Statistical signal processing,an umbrella,dozens of loose papers,2 hard bound long notebooks and my sweater in it without resembling the hunchback of Notre Dame when I get it off.

d)That there are places where samosas are absolutely absolutely uneatable.And at such places,if this blogger tries vainly to get through a second plate of samosas he will end up with a potta neppi(stomach-ache) the next day.Oh,gastric troubles too :P

e)That it is better to use your own legs and walk than try riding a bicycle of the 70's which looks fully capable of dismatling itself into shambles when you try to overtake a cycle rickshaw wala.

f)That sqeuaking chappals annoy everyone,even the matronly white haired old lady who you thought was too busy to notice it even if the lab was on fire.

g)That I dont ever want to hear the squeaking of a bed in the room above me when its occupant is moving his bed around or (more understandably) jerking off because it is going to remind me of this place :P

Okay,thats a lot for now.I dont think I can stand the sleep anymore.I have to get back,escaping the dogs,to my room and then face the mosquitoes you know :P