Seemingly a lot of my recent writings have been random thoughts with little substance to think about and this is another post to add to that lot. Probably something that isn’t all that surprising considering I have my final exams for the sem coming up. My last few days have been sort of morose, the last minute rush of assignments, the farewells for the seniors and for good or for bad, the Diary of Anne Frank keeping me up at night are seemingly taking their toll.
My time on the laptop has also shot up recently, not just
because of my assignments but because of a game that I’ve recently started
playing. DOTA 2. This game is fabulously crafted with 104 ‘hero’s’ each of whom
has a unique background and skill set with none of them being under or overpowered,
An amazing feat in and of itself. Add to
this, heart stopping graphics and absorbing music and the end result is a game
capable of stealing days of a person’s life before they realize it. The gameplay
is challenging and has a steep learning curve, add contrary to expectations;
this causes the excitement to build up rather than wane. My friend ends up
spending well over 5 hours a day playing this before he calls it a day.
An amazing game, and one I wish I had not
started.
Bidding farewell to our seniors during the first two years
felt sad, with a little emotion creeping in for the fact that I won’t be
meeting them again for a while but this year, it was different. I don’t claim
that I get very emotional nor that im very stoic at farewells but this time, the
seniors were just an year senior to us and ones whom we knew extremely well. Besides
that, there was an overpowering feeling of a grim reaper standing behind my ear
whispering ‘You’re time is coming soon’, not in terms of mortality but a
feeling close to it, that our time in the womb of this college might be at end
and I sunk into nostalgic thoughts of what I achieved here, and what I wish I had
done differently, what I learnt, my PS this summer and what I really ought to
be doing instead of playing DOTA.
Reading the Diary of Anne Frank at times like this does not
help, take my word on that. The book consisting of a Anne who finds herself
doing things, not very productively, in a room hiding from the Nazis and with
the building up of tensions within the annex and the omnipresent danger of
being found are things which tend to get me fidgety as I read and I’d love to
finish the book asap if it weren’t for my exams and assignments which means I always
find
myself at the end of a burning bridge lately.
Here’s some of the music that’s been keeping me moving
around in these low times
Try this if those two are too gloomy,
