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Thursday, February 17, 2005
First things first. Thank you all for those wishes and prayers for my exams. Well, not actually for my exams, but for me.
So, (after dazzling me and my war mode with their beauty), exams are gone. This means that I should be free, but I am not. In fact, since the next semester is going to be the last one of our undergrad program, therefore, we are now required to put on our pointy hats, grow a beard, and start working on our degree projects. (The pointy hat and growing a beard thing is what I read in a foreword of a textbook, and as you already know that I love such books, so you should also know that I can use here the statements found in them).
Anyway, you and I know that I won’t be jumping straight into the project pool right after my exams have finished, so let’s talk about something else.
The weather nowadays (yes, I know I always talk about the weather when I have nothing to talk about) is perfect for those times when you put a shawl around your shoulders, grab a cup of coffee, lean against the wall and then stare outside your room’s window enjoying the sight of falling rain drops, or (as today) the golden sunshine, while sipping the coffee and watching the tree branches dancing along the chilly winds. It had been raining for almost the whole last week here, and watching the sun spreading its rays today was quite a delight. And although I would have loved to do all that poetic stuff I wrote above, I should mention that all these thoughts came to me when I was squeezed between two heavy-weights in the back seat of a public Hiace wagon. (If you are surprised, or shocked, about my mind being poetic while I am at a place where my ribs were being crushed by the elbows of those sitting beside me, then let me tell you that so am I. But, I must say, that the very thought of sipping coffee and watching outside my room’s window was quite refreshing, despite the fact that when I was trying to instruct my mind to suppose I am swallowing coffee, I had to bear a sudden blow on my ribs because of a khadda which had to be there on the road at that time).
So here’s the advice of the day: never get poetic while you are travelling in a wagon. It hurts your ribs.
(Okay. That was silly. But I had to write something in order to end this post. I am feeling sleepy, and my bed is rib friendly).