Last night too was no good just like previous one; I tried to read book “Steppenwolf” by Hermann Hesse, and with that came my own reflection of my living, past actions and foolishly trying to relate that.
I got this intense feeling to talk to my father, which I couldn’t; being late night, it felt like ages then somehow I was able to move the my own thoughts on myself. It was like an intuition like knowing beforehand that something is going to happen or has already happened which I am not aware of but I am getting inside feelings or like someone signaling me or intuition what we call generally. All was well though, looks like this intuition is also fading with the age.
Well, the thing is I have been living in this room as a prisoner; it has no light, no cellphone coverage let alone internet or stuff like that. It’s been over a year now living like this. The book was like my own reflection- isolated and psychotic.
So I decided to open my arms again, socialize, get active on Facebook again, staring on other peoples life and then comparing with my own, moving ahead. I already have this blog to dump all my negativity, Twitter too comes handy sometime.
I really need to create some awesomeness around me.
Something like this is planned; let’s hope it goes well to start with.
Before that I need to finish this book (the writer claimed that it was highly misunderstood, which is exciting). Meanwhile this is the fourth book I am reading written by Hermann Hesse (kind of my favorite now).
“Challenge is what enthralls me and free spirit is what I exhibit. “Never Give Up, Never Give In!” is a phrase that works miracles for me. “Courage and Conviction” has been a way of expression of my self.” — Malli Mastan Babu
Last night I was sleepless, my eyes were wide open as late as 2 am, the image of lifeless tent in Andes was alive in front of my eyes flashing like anything. My heart was desperately waiting for his soul to come and talk to me, though Mountains retained its favorite child, the mountaineer Malli Mastan Babu was quite awake in my head. He was my hero, without doubt. He conquered the final climb too. I pray and hope for peace, nothing more.
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Green Valley bus was ready at 0430 to take us to the race start point from IIT campus. By the time the bus started it was already 0530. Then it was the race start point. Unlike other races they started registration giving bib number, which was strange. 21K run started around 0700, early morning sun, running by the Brahmaputra river was a unique experience. Since there was no timing chip and everything was manual. As per my own calculations I finished within 0230 bus. Overall race was okay, water glucose points were at every km mark, a running ambulance too. But medical facility on round was lacking. I asked for spray as my knee started giving me pain after 15 km mark, but there was none.
Apart from that a good run, in a different location: in city of eastern Jones.
Airport was some 24 kms from the run finishing point and auto wallah charged me 400 bucks for an hour ride.
Flight was delayed by 30 min, however, was able to cover up half of it. A walk and bus ride; I was at my place.
Last day of 2014, and it’s time to look back to analyze the 365 days that just gone in a flash; the memory of year starting is so fresh inside, it’s like yesterday; literally so frustrating the starting was: the ending too is no more better. 2014 bought a new perspective, a different dimension in my thinking, in my way of life.
Didn’t do much travelling, unlike last year; however managed to slip myself on Medaram: Sammakka Saralamma Jatara and then Trip report – Hyderabad – Ooty trip, celebrated my birthday on Bus Trip: Shimla – Reckong Peo, a short trip to north-east was the last trip.
And in that depressed phase said Bye bye Facebook after humiliating 4-5 months of chat with a bastard, whom I still curse, you will not have a good life; that’s only thing I ask from the fucking God!
One fine day my Laptop gone. One bloody broke into the house, twice, and took away everything of mine, leaving this motionless body that I am still carrying around to make fool of myself.
What expectation I have for New Year, you ask? Well; for be frank, I have no fucking idea. Let the year to come – will face you face to face dear year 2015, aa to sahii..