Coming out of Hibernation

Another semester flys by , and how ! This trivial attempt at writing that i ventured out on before my lsat exams hasnt exactly lived upto expectations, not that i had many. I i have always found it difficult to keep up the same level of interest with which i start of on these self styled adventures. Tis funny really, since no one makes me do this, in fact were i to start on a literary venture it would be becausei like writing genuinely. Inspite of this being the case I cannot make my self shut down those addictive chat windows, or abstain from that senseless surfing or orkutting.

To declare the semester as an eventful one is an understatement to say the least. Reflecting upon the events from the start of this academic year I am often amazed at the nature and quantity of radical changes that have swept throught the halls of my college lefaving most of us reeling and scampering to salvage what is left of our dented prides and misplaced ideals.

The idea of writing about it all has drawn me to the keyboard often, for some reason i have put it off. Perhaps this is a good time. Not that any thing will come out of me spilling out my own interpretations of it all. It just makes the whole issue seem so much more ridiculous and non-sensical when you sit down to write about it. For those who are expecting events of national or even international importance being discussed over here will be sorely disappointed. For my story is more or less restricted to the minimalistic campus of my college. And it is highly unlikely that the events taking place in my collge will ever have any bearing upon any thing or any one outside the gates. The turmoil that we so love to be victims of, the persecution that we are so happy about being subjected to is in fact nothing more than a certain females and her cronies coming into their own, discovering the joy of being the movers and shakers in so many lives, and learning to demand and command loyalties.

And there is the very natural rebellion. Every radical descision in history has been opposed by a rebellion, wether successful or not is not the point. The whole joy of it is in having a cause to fight against. A rebellion of course seems glamorous and the idea of martyrdom ( well not literally) is so inspiring, that we often throw caution to the winds, forget sense and plunge headlong into a fight, making it so much a part of our life that the reason itself is lost.

Now it has come to a point where the fight simply cannot be won, the cause has lost its appeal....sigh...this is why i dont blog so often....I always end up sighing...
Hopefully i just might start writing again, atleast for the sake of writing...prep Leave has begun again, and as usual i don't have anything to do.