Someday, somewhere

I think my blog is over six months old, in fact I am almost certain it is. Its just that i am too lazy to check. Much has changed over this time, and time and again I have managed to keep coming back to post, and it is most gratifying to note that people have kept coming back to read. It is strange because I know if I look at the posts through this blog, I shall almost certainly find that I have used the phrase "Things are very different now from what they were..." or something to that effect hundreds of times, in different contexts.

I remember this line that I used to like a lot in school even though i never used it for any purpose other than embellishing a speech or a prose piece, and then as it got more and more hackneyed, I stopped using it altogether. It went like this "The only thing constant in this world is change". In a strange way today, or I guess over time, the significance and meaning has sunk in.

I have spent the last few nights awake like now, but in a less relaxed frame of mind. I do not know if it is actually time to relax, but things have changed again and I hope for the better this time. Perhaps, if things get sorted out soon, i shall be able to make http://lancelotstake.blogspot.com/ my default page again instead of the Kgp mail account whose hit counters I must alone have trebled in the last few days.

I stood up from my desk at around 5 last morning. Dawn was just breaking. My room is on the top floor of D-block and hence the view from the windows is not blocked by anything. Its strange that i didn't notice it before, but when I stood up yesterday morning, the first thing that struck me was the redness of the flowers on the tree just outside, with hordes of bees homing in on them. Past that and across the wall that marks the boundaries of Nehru Hall lie a field. Evenings find budding cricketers practicing their trade, but at 5 in the morning, it was only inhabited by a couple of cows chewing grass to their heart's content. Just behind that is what i am guessing the IIT bypass, and there were a few cycles only. A goods train was peacefully chugging its way along the railway tracks. And the sun had started to spread light in the world, the hue of purple, red and golden, providing an amazing backdrop, etching the outline of the goods train, and casting a lovely glow across the field. It was one of the best scenes I have seen here in Kgp, and perhaps someday I shall make sure I am armed with a digicam so that I can record it.

With any luck, I should be able to get back to more frequent posting and going through the blogs that I love reading. Adios for now.

"All that we love deeply becomes a part of us."
Just a thought.