Still Inept

I feel I still haven't got the hang of blogging. It's supposed to be my personal diary, ain't it? One where I should be chronicling everything that happens in my life...everyday. But then, I miss out so many points that I ought to be recording. Did I mention, for instance, that I have already bought my new computer or that I've shifted into my new home? I mentioned both the things just in passing, but never when they actually happened. And on top of it, there's some time lag between every two of my consecutive posts. Is it really the lack of time, or am I so horrible at time management? Goodness knows. Yet, writing is one thing I love so much...my writing skills are very amateur...if I write at this pace, whenever would I improve?!

Just when we thought Mumbai has recovered from the blow it received a month back, we have dear Nature lashing out at another part of our world. Seemingly invincible America has been humbled by Katrina. And we have Bush giving out the usual lip service that politicians are known to be doing at such times...consoling New Orleans that the whole nation is with them...and all the while the irony being that the people who are supposed to be receiving his message, hear nothing of it, due to lack of electricity! By the way, anyone heard of whatever happened to the millions of dollars collected worldwide for the Tsunami victims? I learnt there was some goof up there too. I read on someone's blog a few days back, can't recollect whose, that while distributing the funds, victims were forced to convert to Christianity, failing which they would be denied the help...talk of inhumanity! The soul of humankind seems to be dying a slow, but certain, death.

Then, tomorrow comes Teacher's Day, in India. After parents, it's the responsibility of the teachers to instil values in children, to shape their future. All the teachers, well...almost all, in my life were really good and knowledgeable, and did have a soft corner for me. Except for that one in my school who had made it her mission in life to hurt me at every drop of a hat. I can't think of the reason that made her act so weird, to this day, nor can my closest friends, N & NL. But she used to just pounce on me at mere sight...reducing me to tears on so many occasions. The result - I loathed and loathed her! Nevertheless, she was my teacher, whether we liked each other or not...and I want to thank all my teachers, including her (she was excellent in English, my own pet subject, and I used to admire her so much for that), for everything that they ever taught me; I am sure I carry a tiny imprint of each of their teachings in my mind.

My Saahil's passport has been approved! Now we are just waiting for the passport to take physical form...it seems that takes a while. Thanks to the intervention of the college authorities, things have moved real fast and we've been spared the volatile temper of the consulate. Then, next month by this time, Saahil dearest would be enjoying his first international stay ever (AND he has promised to bring back lots of goodies for me!!)! Oh yes...Abhinav, though Saahil has been on domestic flights before, I'm going to remind him that the windows on international flights too, are not to be opened! ;)