And finally, I am moving into a 1BHK to live alone starting October. It's been almost two years staying with five of my batch mates in a house which has been cursed infinitely many times by all of us. This new place is close by, so that I can pop back at my ever welcoming generous roomies place during dreadful weekends. The roomies themselves are moving at the same time into a new cozy big apartment in Diamond District, so there's enough room for everyone during weekend parties! I do realize that living alone is pretty tough. And I am planning to fill the new house with inanimate objects to amuse myself and fill in the void of human absence if that works.
The thought of living alone had been lingering since more that 6 months and I even had ideas of how kickass it would be given the non-iit social expansion that happened during the past 2 years in Bangalore. Either it was or not my choice, I know for sure that the ideas won't/can't be materialized. People are weird. Just like me, but in a different dimension. I would like to call it a stupid dimension but then again, what's stupid to me could be the right intellectual shit to them. It's like you make friends from a different dimension and you expect them to understand, which is a height of improbability. Even the one who hopped into your dimension once in a while gives a big blow, you tend to lose faith in all of those who are known lingering in that dimension. You think, the phase angles match at all the times and a resonance is bound to happen ..only to realize finally that their waves are transverse to yours!
Also I realised I fucking hate extroverts who say out things even before they think. I am not sure if I am a complete introvert, but I can connect myself a lot to this esteem boosting article on introverts http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200303/rauch
And the need to get back to writing is increasing in quantities unmatched to those prior to these times. Need to fix my computer once I move out, since anyway solitude is the food for writers. oops did i call myself a ...writer? my bad. And need to listen to MUSIC. A LOT.