This is the
time of the year when we had even semester exams in college. By now, most of you
already know that I feed on nostalgia.
Iterating back, many Summers ago, there was one such night when it rained
incessantly after a very sultry day, the night before exam, and I closed all
the windows to study. Cannot believe I did that given the fact that rains have
always struck a happy chord in me, but I did. I thought my future, my job, my
life depended on it and how falsely so.
Today it rains again, I again am in a similar exam situation for tomorrow,
except that my job truly does depend on it, and I am being all adult about it
to look at the rains and not Java.
I wonder at times if my rants about Java are actually privilege statements
while the country gasps to breathe. Probably. Definitely. Forever grateful and
in fear.
However, Java Gods, Please be kind. Again, privileged prayers. Touchwood.
3 comments:
I am sure you aced the Java. Stay safe and take care. The rain makes me nostalgic too. I still forget everything as I watch the rain wash over.
The java shizz got postponed to next week Aunty.
Tumio khub bhalo theko, ghore theko, shabdhane theko :)
All the best.
And I am slowly forgetting there is a world outside.
God bless you. Jgd.
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