Relativity has always fascinated me. A minute on a hot stove, as Einstein so wonderfully put it, always seems like an hour, while one next to a hot girl seems like a second. In a classic case of the former, the last two weeks have been excruciatingly long. Confined to G86 with my laptop as my sole link with the rest of the world, it was only now that I realized why solitary imprisonment is meted out only to the most notorious of criminals.
The last fortnight saw the end of my longstanding loyalty to Opera. More out of the need for a change than that for a better browser, I have switched to Safari. A fancy new browser notwithstanding, the internet has all but lost its charm. Stage6 is now defunct, and Youtube takes millennia to load. It’s been a while since I deleted my Facebook account, and the 4000 odd spammed mails in my Gmail account have made me refrain from checking my mail altogether. My GTalk account overflows with the ids of relatives I barely know and friends long since forgotten. The once addictive Orkut has become a pain, thanks to the one million scraps I receive daily on how I could unlock any album in a jiffy and the two million more saying that some fictitious girl had mentioned me in her ‘about me’ column. Me, of all the people in the world. Snowfall in the Sahara might have sounded more credible.
With little coming from my fellow bloggers in terms of entertainment, there was nothing to be done apart from some deep soul-searching. Even as the twilight of my teenage approaches, there is so much about myself that I can barely understand. I turned, yet again, to the internet for answers. What I found, though, only made me feel worse.
According to www.mypersonality.info, I am ‘creative, smart, idealist, loner, attracted to sad things, disorganized, avoidant and can be overwhelmed by unpleasant feelings.’
There was something about the result (look to your top-right-corner for details) that it occupied all my thoughts for the next couple of days. It wasn’t the not-so-flattering title of a ‘dreamer’ that bothered me. It wasn’t the fact that I had fallen into what seemed to be the worst of the 16 types on the database. It wasn’t the twenty pathetic career matches (massage therapist, librarian, church worker, to name a few) that I received. It wasn’t even the fact that the Bulk, B-Pot and the Super Nerd had all walked away with fancy descriptions and career matches. What irked me the most was the knowledge that every single word on that page was true. 20 years of my existence had come down to just 75 seemingly absurd questions.
The list of personalities I resembled, though, did well to cheer me up- JRR Tolkien, Shakespeare, Peter Jackson, Fox Mulder and most importantly, Calvin! Hmmm, the test wasn’t so bad after all.
Elsewhere, a fairytale weekend saw United hold off the resilient Gunners (albeit with some help from Lady Luck and Emmanuel Adebayor) and Chel$ki slip against the Latics. The Premiership seems destined for Old Trafford. Again. Next stop- Camp Nou.
Glory Glory Man. United!
P.S: Pay no heed to the title. It alludes to a very lame PJ I heard way back in high school.
6 comments:
Hmmm...a lot of those words DID seem pretty absurd; I'm yet to check out the questions though.
Solitary confinement, by the way, doesn't exactly suck that bad actually IF AND ONLY IF you happen to have a week's supply of Sprite, Kanda Bhaji , Good Day Chocochip biscuits and F.R.I.E.N.D.S and a pleasant 25 degrees (that IS pleasant back in Vizag) with it raining.
Oh, well, utopia is a nice place, then...
mypersonality.info eh? I'd put you this way: Signora Vecchia, with a leaden foot that needs washing, senti about things you shouldn't really be and committed.
BrilliOnt description or what? :D
Out of sheer pity, how's the foot?
@murty
you think i didnt try that? i have reached a point where i'm sick of even good day and sprite.
ps: i have no idea what a 'kanda bhaji' is.
@peeteevee
a leaden foot that can't be washed would be more like it. and you're talking about not getting senti. that's a laugh!
the foot's so good i'm planning to come over to the gaon and land a swift one in your nuts. count yourself lucky that i'm also incorrigibly lazy.
cheer up buddy
ppl outside of r land r readin ur blog. and likin it too!
keep writin
Ironic, isn't it, that a blogger is bored of the internet. Not to mention the the sadness (sic) he expresses when his fellow-bloggers have nothing to offer. Must be such a hard life, trudging through web pages, not a flicker of entertainment anywhere. Hmmm...
Well, there's still soccer so not everything is lost, eh?
@pushpendra
Thanks man.. End sems begin in a week, so my 'personality' is the least of my worries right now.
@maria
FYI, the list of inactive bloggers includes you. And trudging through we pages? Haven't you heard of RSS?
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