its a sturday morning. i didn’t even brush my teeth yet. so i took a break for couple days after applying to the science gallery bengaluru’s experimentor programme. that application lasted for around 5 days, where i paused the self-study. i need to get bacck to it now.
We should start from the beginning. No, not from the complete beginning. Just from December, when I had finished applying for the Scotland CDT on Mathematical Physics. I had promised myself a few things. That I would finish all the works: Ideas of QFT, Analysis, Algebra, and DIfferential Geometry, Gauge Fields, and Master’s thesis with slightly expanded conclusion. I started off really well, I worked a lot on the gauge fields report. I had also been studying abstract algebra/analysis a little, mostly in the park. But, while ignoring personal events that took place during that time, I was burned out. Showing up every day, giving in all my energy to studying, understanding things and most importantly, caring them deeply enough to write and think about them. I couldn’t take it any more.
Sticking to the februarry master’s deadline. Want to get to my pre-surgery consistency. Started working in a more organized way today - basically alternating study sessions and a 10 minute walk reset.
The surgery pushed me to the rock bottom in my physical capacity to bear things and do things! I never had such a painful event before and such a daunting recovery curve. It’s been 2 weeks since the surgery now, and I have had many thoughts in that time.
Almost every thing I want to do is in making, or rather in learning. I am learning to fold, learning to code js for web, learning algebra, analysis, topology, learning to understand social structures better, and what not. This is an interesting stage I am in. I am building myself. And it will take at least an year to reap some fruit out of this and get a place in this world! But as usual, imma try enjoying this process. Respecting this phase, also like a stranger, and standing still when I feel lost – for, the forest knows where I am…
The parcel service provided by IRCTC is too good to be true. It’s just the ground level staff that messes up the whole game – probably just like every other case of a good government scheme. I just graduated (yay!) from NISER and had to move some stuff away from Bhubaneswar to home – my 29T cycle, lots of books on pscyhology, math and physics, and Indian Philosophy. The following is a report of the whole story.
Occasionally in one of the bathrooms of my parents’ house, there is a stinky sewage odor. My sister has been trying ways to get rid of it, and even called a plumber last week. However, the timing of the plumber was out of the odor one, and he indicated no problem with the drain hole. He asked about the vent – it’s channeled to the terrace of the apartment and our flat is on the first floor, so ruled out. He also noted that there are water in the drain hole and that means, no smell/gas can enter.
A realization that I can choose to go slow and also be ambitious
… and also mornings… the actual title I wanted to give was Mornings are awesome too!