I need to blog. Even if I have no specific subject in mind as I am typing this. Disparate thoughts are running through my. This is week 8 of my academic term. The mid-term break. But there isn't a break. There is something happening or going on each day. I am camping in school so much so that I am now making a sub-conscious attempt to stay back at school from the morning till night. Even if when it's not necessary to do so in the first place. But this isn't sad though. It's poignant at worst, amusing at best. Because in some strange, mystical way I am beginning to feel at ease with the prolonged duration spent at school. It could be the people in it. Or it could be the stuff that I do. Either way I am relishing the moment.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Day 29
Dear Everyone,
I wish I can just pluck the courage and take that leap of faith. But the fact is I am just too contented with status quo.
So do allow me the indulgence. Even if it's a self perpetuating thing.
Thankyouverymuch.
Sincerely,
Yours
Thursday, February 10, 2011
I Quote
The doll is the girl’s special plaything; this shows her instinctive bent towards her life’s
work. [. . .] she sees her doll, she cannot see herself; she cannot do anything for herself,
she has neither the training, nor the talent, nor the strength; as yet she herself is nothing;
she is engrossed in her doll and all her coquetry is devoted to it. This will not always be
so; in due time she will become her own doll.
work. [. . .] she sees her doll, she cannot see herself; she cannot do anything for herself,
she has neither the training, nor the talent, nor the strength; as yet she herself is nothing;
she is engrossed in her doll and all her coquetry is devoted to it. This will not always be
so; in due time she will become her own doll.
(Rousseau, Emile 1762: 421–422)
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