A Bag of Thoughts

DISCLAIMER: This post is chiefly a rant. No offence to those who may take any. Sahyadri. The name gives birth to a thousand different reactions at different times, but every time it’s the same feeling that blooms and causes these reactions- I’m still unsure of how to describe the feeling and am reluctant to give it a name as such but if I were to do so, it would probably be apprehension. After all, it’s Sahyadri- the school for those who couldn’t put up with the average humans. Pardon me if I sound too smug while saying this but, after Sahyadri the human society of the ‘outside’ world seems too petty and bland . It’s ironic, considering how Sahyadri has all the disadvantages in terms of ‘décor’ and ‘frills’ of the kind. But the society seems too concerned about the mechanical and not-human-but-robotic world that they don’t know how to go back to being human again. Weird, considering how we’re going to have to find a new name for the man race soon enough. An instance, in...

Eccentric. Strange. New. Different. Alien. There are a thousand words I could use to describe the feeling blooming in my chest right now. The feeling itself is a mystery to me. Maybe it is ecstasy, or perhaps just me being much too pensive. Nevertheless, it’s complicated. Home. It was something that I never thought would feel foreign to me. The walls, the rooms, even all the cobwebs lurking in the dark corners- all of them, I thought I knew but after returning home after four months straight, that’s changed. It feels like these four months have been a pleasant dream and now I’ve finally woken up. I feel you, Sleeping Beauty. The ways of home are amusing to me suddenly, the amount of pampering suddenly immense. Who thought you would be thinking twice before messing up your own room? The idea of sleeping on such a fluffy bed seems way too good to be true. The concept of washing fifty clothes at one go, impossible. I never pondered over how the hostel would c...