Just to reassure you all that I’m still alive! ;)

Many of my old friends constantly ask me, “Where on earth ARE you?!” Evidently, it’s not just writing, I’ve been out of touch with a lot of people as well since a while.

I have odd timings of coming online because of my sleeping patterns and classes scheduled throughout the day, which explains why I always appear to be “busy” during the daytime. And as for the writing part, I seem to suffer from a chronic writers block because I keep abandoning my half-written posts. Also, I’ve been upset about some things, but let’s not go into that (I plan to write about it in another post but it’s presently uncertain as to whether or not I would ever complete writing it).

So after my last post, I made my way into my hometown Delhi, feeling fairly proud of myself for my small achievements, and expecting my life to somehow turn around.

The first one month here was amazing; I met almost all my maternal relatives and cousins (many of whom I had never even heard about) for the first time since childhood; I experienced what it’s like to live in an Indian joint family. The reason it’s a lot of fun is because there are so many people with drastically different mindsets and age groups; and while this makes it very difficult to get along with each other, they still manage to stick together for years and decades, because they consider each other family.
And and, my grandparents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary! :)

Life in Delhi was equally new for me, after those 4 years in Jungle-pur. I went around the city, memorising various routes and short cuts, learned how to travel using public transport (yes I had never previously used any), admired the Delhi Metro Rail Corporation everyday (lol), learned how to settle a reasonable price with the unreasonable autowallas (some of them are outrageous!), saw the beautiful night view of the city while driving on a flyover, got used to the constant traffic jams and following traffic rules on the roads, climbed the wrong flyovers a few times and learned how to find my way back (it’s the worst thing which can happen to anyone!), observed how people dressed and behaved around me (very different from Jungle-pur indeed), fell in love with Delhi University North Campus, went on a shopping spree, met a few old friends, visited India Gate at midnight, ate at KFC and McD countless times (I hadn’t seen any of those for 4 years!), saw the final Harry Potter movie at a theatre (in ENGLISH, thank god; every movie was dubbed in Hindi in Jungle-pur), and a hell lot of other things.

The first disappointment came with the cut-off lists of DU. Everyone who was in touch with me had to listen to my long rants about the outrageous cut-off percentages, and the reason why the seats were filling up without needing to lower the cut-off (reservations). After “five” lists, I was still getting admission nowhere in the whole North Campus for the course I wanted, or any other desired colleges either.

The next disappointment came disguised with my Chartered Accountancy entrance test result – I had cleared it, which meant I was supposed to go into correspondence for my graduation if I wanted to continue with CA. Which meant that taking admission into any college I was getting (i.e. one of the colleges I did not even want) just for the sake of my graduation would technically be a complete waste of time.

The final disappointment was when I got my Chartered Accountancy textbooks home and registered for my coaching classes – the syllabus is so overwhelmingly vast that I understood I would have to cope up with many hours of classes and many more hours of self study if I wanted to clear the exams, without going to college or just chilling out like my other classmates were already doing.

So, yeah my life turned around – but in a completely opposite way than I had planned. Suddenly I had no time for all those things I had fallen in love with. I did not even have any friends here, because people in my classes are, well, caught up with studies and hardly want to make any new friends; and I don’t go anywhere else where I could meet people. And I don’t even have my parents here to take me around in my beloved Indica!

Living without my parents has taught me how to take care of myself, my belongings and various situations which I had always ignored. When you live without your parents, there’s hardly anything you can ignore – not even a Rs. 3.14 raise in petrol price! – because everything is now your own responsibility. And well I have always been exceptionally bad at responsibilities.
It’s not just about managing things anyway, it’s this whole stress that’s constantly at the back of my mind – how I need to get my phone recharged and my Debit Card re-activated and renew my Gym membership and go to my coaching centre and submit my remaining fees and find an Audit batch and register for it and so many other things.

And that’s why I either have no time to write or get in touch with people, or I’m so tired and bored with life that I’m in no mood to do so. I figured that I’m getting too stressed with everything and I probably need a small break (which means I want my Dad to come here and take care of everything just for two weeks! Lol).

So since a few days I’ve been bunking my classes and just chilling at home. I’ve been playing World of Warcraft all day (God it’s addictive!), watching Lie to Me and Family Guy, abandoning posts on this blog halfway (I really hope I do end up posting this), drinking beverages, sitting with my Taxation book while talking on the phone for hours, sleeping at 4 a.m and waking up at 12, going on a Facebook Status Updating spree and being all over everyone’s News Feeds, searching random thoughts on Google, eating like a horse, and just ignoring all thoughts about pending things. Oh and did I mention that I created a page featuring myself on Facebook? (No, I’m not a narcissist, I just wanted to see how many Likes I would get, honest!)

And that’s the story so far.

And.. for the lack of a witty last line,
Cheers!

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