yeah write!!

and where were we?



oh yes...random scribblings over the last few months, courtesy developments on the professional front, the cold weather, no coffee and sheer laziness.


Gearing up to get back to academics is challenging. One, lethargy has already crept into your system and getting rid of it is..well...:), besides u are now officially one with the mundane, driven by the monday-to-work and thank- god-its-friday-routine. The last time I checked, routines are difficult to break, especially ones which make you ease into, like the one mentioned above.


Me? breaking routines is fun..not sticking to them is hell yeah!! I am so looking forward to coming back to academia..long hours, lots of coffee, online movies, no end in sight..blissful.

Moving the gaming scenario to the idiot box, courtesy a new playstation 2,when people have graduated to playstation 3 and the addictive Wii. I am not there yet. PC games still rock.

IF.

I remembered Rudyard Kipling's famous poem this morning on my way to work. I heard it for the first time during the teacher's farewell for my seniors, when my principal recited it on stage. Elegant, inspiring and plain wonderful, I love this poem. In fact, I had a poster of it on my wall for more than 5 years and quoted it in many an autograph book.

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Rudyard Kipling

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