The Weeks That Were…

I quietly slipped into one of the longer ‘un-blogged’ periods of my life. This — after my blog suddenly turned from a collection of random thoughts to Lifehacker influenced partial GTD Productivity blog. I have a long post about maths (yes, you read right) tucked away somewhere among my growing ‘drafts’ list.

Life has generally been slow- very slow. Semester has ended and so has all the speculation of me flunking or having to re-write any papers, incidentally I topped and I am still wondering how. Between the last couple of weeks and now;  I managed to lose my ‘Go Bag’ —  the one with the passport, rent money, credit/debit cards, library books, health insurance papers, multiple forms of Id, a 4GB flash drive, my only pair of spectacles, five weeks worth of notes on my dissertation and all else that I like an idiot carried around in one bag! The bag in question, was a gift and an expensive one at that, it was stolen from me by two chaps on a bike in the middle of the night.

I’m too tired of having repeated the story many times over to write about it. What I do want to share though, is how strange I find the after-effects. To begin with I find people around me continually asking me to be careful about not losing things, as though a snatch-and-run case was something I could have stopped. I’m also shocked by the beating my confidence has taken – not only do I now think I am less trustworthy, but also exceptionally stupid and have become very paranoid about traveling alone even in broad day light. The quality my nightmares post this incident have also been extremely interesting. With each successive dream- my brain appears to add details to the chaps whose faces I did not even have two seconds to catch a glimpse of.

Aside this traumatic experience, I am now faced with the uncomfortable task of giving my twelve year old dog away tomorrow at an unearthly hour, having to face a sister who is understandably mad at my skipping town early when I shall meet her after a year for only two-and-a-half days, space constraints of all kinds, tonnes of friends to meet and no time at all… All of this in addition to the task of figuring out several econometric puzzles.

In hind-sight I am not surprised that I haven’t blogged. The next post you read shall probably discuss maths and maybe something that is more pleasant as well. In the meantime I shall drift off and dream of faceless bikers, complicated passport forms and long queues, damp police stations, beefy auto-drivers, fish, empty dangling chains making clinking sounds, little pimple-like boils from monsoon vermin and all of those fitting into a lovely wage equation without any dummy variables!

2 thoughts on “The Weeks That Were…

  1. oh…brother…
    the simple thought of losing such a ‘bag’ is…err…intensly disgusting…and…mm..sorry..i don’t know what to tell a real life victim…

    hard times…wouldn’t last long…hopefully…!

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