Sheep of THESIS!

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Its day 8,the last 3 hours of the fucking deadline and I cant seem to write anything that makes even some remote sense including this goddamn blog! like seriously. I think that to want to be a wannabe  PSTT(pretty stupid thesis thing)yes! thing, you will never be a person by the end of it. If you aren’t reduced to a shriveled up tomato or a fungus filled papaya you just haven’t done your thesis right! It’s necessary to have a support system that ptsstsss you about everything or just gets you some really expensive alcohol so that you may write your thesis in oblivion. There are things one MUST do in the crunch time.

1) Rename your thesis. Yes ! call it “Inglorious Bastards”- a study of the fuck all people you get to meet on a weekday afternoon who are as shady as you are. If you think a Torintino title is too posh, stick to the Desi kind like “Choli ke peche kya hai?”-a study of the unearthed idea of feminism that you probably never can because you are too busy writing this thesis.

2) CITE until you die. This means throughout the thesis period, record your life on a Dictaphone. and then cite your neighbors grandma or you coffee vendor at the end of the street for some off-the-rack philosophy like “bro’s before hoes”( the grandma wouldn’t say this) or “my boyfriend says that i have the prettiest hair”( this the grandma might say)

3)Post it notes everywhere. Thesis has a pre trauma symptoms like forgetfulness and highly efficient sleep.So tackle it all with post it notes. Or go MOMENTO on yourself and tatoo your research question on your forearm. It might work or even worse during the end of the thesis it might change. SO stick to post it notes.

4)Bring an MLA home. Yes , bring your very own Member of Legislative Assembly home. Only he can save you from this disaster called thesis with his/her higher political connections. Otherwise whatever bullshit you have brewed so far might not even be valid.

5)Eat Pizza. Just because its easily delivered to your door and goes well with any mood. Also Pizza makes you Thirsty ,which is a good reason to drink water and hydrate. Also bathroom breaks are the most golden hour for prime ideas(this post was one of those golden ideas)

6) Give up on ANTI-social life. Like seriously , the more you are alone, the more psychopathic your ideas would lean towards. So trust me, you can still plot the killing of your next victim while sitting in a cafe not brooding about your thesis.

7) Play PAPERBASKET. No, don’t fucking switch on your posh iPhone. Install an actual physical paper basket and shoot the crap you keep writing into it. It’s not a stress buster but you will philosophically acknowledge that your crap at least goes into a designated place.

Okay ! I got to run now…the thing is , I just had another brilliant idea about my literature review.  PSTT out!

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Re-Stacking the Dominoes

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It’s not often you dig down your memory lane for that one important person who knowingly or unknowingly changed the way you see things. But again that’s the thing about this very selective memory of ours, we remember all the disappointments the regrets but we sure do forget those little instances which subtly altered the course for us. These instances sometimes seem like the beach, where every high tide leaves behind a distinct impression that can never be altered or seen again twice. one such high tide is the introduction of Miguel into the very plain and mundane life of Nita.

“I’m Miguel and I shall be your Spanish professor, but that does in no way mean that I am better than you ! “. Miguel’s this introduction would be forever recorded in Nita’s mind ,for no one before or after has ever been so honest to her. But then again Miguel was what the world saw as a drifter, for he couldn’t stay put in one place for too long.There were times in the Spanish class where he would teach nothing about Spanish culture and every honest thing about life that others would shy away from saying out loud, in fear of the acceptance of those facts, for themselves and for the audience too . His curiosity was immense, sometimes so overpowering that he had to try everything that he came across. He’d say “the world out there is existent just to put rubber stamps and labels on everything that we do ,so I might as well get many of them(labels)”and so he got labelled everything from a pilot ,a chef , a diver ,a junkie ,a nurse, an engineer ,a businessman, a vagabond ,a teacher …these labels weren’t due to the lack of ambitions, for he had plenty of them to last a lifetime, only his pursuit of these goals were off-track.

Where Nita couldn’t take her life seriously enough making plans for every second, Miguel became a friend who would believe that those plans would work even though she didn’t. “Nita, those future plans don’t matter without a history to share behind”. Miguel became the friend who wouldn’t be afraid to quit something because he didn’t enjoy it anymore , in fact it was where Nita learnt that there was no adjustment for choices about one’s life, if it meant mucking yourself about. He subtly refocused the looking glasses through which she saw her life, for she realized that the dominoes lines wouldn’t fall so easily if you made plans with the scope of flaws in them, and the failing of dominoes is not necessarily a bad thing because the possibility of re-stacking them up would never occur until the chain collapses. It was a life lesson she learnt amidst the craziness of a few found friendship. A friendship that everybody knew wouldn’t last, but made effort to do so anyways, because “it was worth nothing and that’s just the beauty of it” as Miguel would say.

The drifter moved to another continent to work while he opened up new doors bracing for the failures but never trying to fit into molds. Nita ,well, she took the work she wanted to dream off and let the chips fall because controlling them would just be stupid .She packed her bags ready for things to tumble down, to study what she likes with no possibility of a fixed future and that just suits her fine.

 

PS: I do not know how I never published this post when it remained in my drafts for the last year or so.Teachers ,Friends happen to teach us a lot about ourselves and somehow revisiting them feels like looking at an older version of oneself and yet appreciating the person who you are now.