It is always hard to initialize an article and when you return to blogging after almost two months’ inactivity, it’s really tough. People have asked me within this period with a complaining mood that why I’m taking too long to write some new posts. There was a main reason and so many sub reasons that I could not answer anyone completely. Here, after settling down with my career, I hope I can explain the things now.
As a student, I always liked Physics. Not only liked, I loved it and have the utmost passion for it. I do believe that I’m destined to learn Physics. After so much unusual and unfortunate roadblocks which cost me some invaluable time of my life, I finally got 5 Years Integrated M. Sc. in Physics at Pondicherry University. As I got selected through an all India based admission test, I needed to take a look at south Indian things sincerely for the first time. After official documents reached my hands, I started preparing for Pondicherry. Eventually, admission procedures were as usual as they can be. People who know my nature, can easily tell how introvert I can be. So the option of hostel was not meant for me, furthermore I always liked and wanted more freedom over my life. I decided to stay as a paying guest on the city (some natives called it a ‘town’) of Pondicherry. Staying in the heart of a city, looking after yourself on your own isn’t some crazy idea, not for a 19+ nerd.
Nevertheless, I wasn’t as much as happy in my life ever before. And unexpected to my parents, there was no expression of joy, not even a gleamy leap or fisting in the air. Even they had to admit that there son, as they have known him for almost two decades, has changed and perhaps grown up. I was always an unpredictable guy, a bloke who’s pretty much imaginative. Even on this day it’s not changed a bit, neither did my beliefs and the way I feel and perceive the universe.
Preparation for journey scaling 2500 Km, settling down on a whole new city alone took their tolls on me. I couldn’t write something, anything on my blogs. Friends told me to hire some writers to post stuffs on the blogs when I’m busy doing things. Once again, it’s time to tell them that my blogs are not like a public places. Not like a park where you can stroll with your pals, and don’t care about someone else in your vicinity. It’s a very, very personal thing, something like a stomach that you can’t share with someone else. This stomach didn’t get feed for quite sometime, so it was hungry to get some new eatables. That’s why I came back writing again.
