So India wins a Twenty20 again. Is it wishful thinking or did I detect a note of bitterness in Ricky Ponting when he asked “It’s not for nothing that India’s the world champions is it?” 🙂
Bryant scores career-high 62, Lakers rip Mavs. Enough said.
Friends and Enemies. Basketball.
It was when I went back to school the other day that I discovered how much I missed organizing things and speaking. Compared to my time in school, my college is a pretty sorry spectacle for the eye: no events to speak of, no magazine to write in, no good teachers, no basketball, very few interesting people and lots of useless free time. Add to that a very aging syllabus and the general apathy of everyone around and it sucks something out of me everytime I go there. I hate the idea of compulsory attendance first and foremost. Granted, I did choose this stream to be in, but sitting shut-eyed through desultory classes is hardly fun. And it seems as if the topics which are supposed to be interesting are taught by an equally spineless faculty.
A frequent refrain in the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series is that you can’t be embarassed unless you allow yourselves to be. Another quite apt observation I have to make is that you can’t be depressed and sad and wallow in self-pity unless you open the door. But college nowadays is just enough marks so that you can take home a good report card. And that’s a sorry state to be in.
A mantra to live by:
Don’t look, don’t care, don’t wallow in it at all,
Sit tight, think pretty, and climb off your heavy wall.