Back again, to scribble some more. Reading my old posts made me think about the changes in me over the years. I hardly ever play video games anymore, so much so that I was thinking of selling my PS3, rather than having it gather dust. The best use that I've been able to put it to recently has been to perplex my cat Dopey (aka Dopu), who seems to find it fascinating how the PS3 can gobble up a disc and then spit it out from its slot loading drive. He's a really sweet and guileless fellow, my cat. I pray for a long and happy life for him. He is a little wary of me though, seems to prefer snuggling up to Maitreyi over me.
Over lunch at work I mentioned to my colleague that the PS3 was nigh useless to me. I think he missed the "to me" part, and took it upon himself to prove the worth of the PS3. The next day he handed me two games that were the best of the crop on the PS3. I played one of them for a few hours over the weekend, but since then they've been gathering dust. The PS3 is nigh useless to me.
The other thing I used to absolutely love was soccer, but my soccer days too are behind me. It all started with an ill-advised left foot kick which missed the ball and hit the ground, rupuring a knee ligament. The final nail, two years later, was an innocuous right foot pivot, when my other knee ligament decided it was done with soccer too.
Too Long; Didn't Read Version: I took an arrow to the knee. Two arrows, one to each knee.
I've been trying to learn Web Design. I had not learned anything new for a while, and I think I was lacking in the discipline department, due to which I took longer than I should have to learn. Anyway, I think I'm getting the hang of it now. I'm designing a website for the charitable foundation that my dad is running (www.rajbalafoundation.org). I produced two designs of my own before my sister (who needs to approve the design before it's accepted) announced that I should stick to engineering and leave the design to the designers. So I ate humble pie and am putting together the design conjured up by Anuj the designer extraordinaire, her husband.
It's really been a long time since I last wrote something, so the words aren't flowing as easily as they usually do. I find it to be a nice way to pacify the battles raging in the mind.
I quite like poems. To sign off, here's a poem that I rather like. I wish I was as badass as the person this poem is descibing, but alas, I suck. Anyway:
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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