Extreme Bleah

I got my 6th sem results a couple of days ago. I passed in EVERYTHING!!
As much as that rocks, its totally depressing that I'm actually feeling weird about it.
It kind of reflects that 'not flunking' has come to be a bit of an alien territory for me.

But coming to think of it, its a fairly logical train of thought. Its one way of negating the effect that success' elusion has had on me.
Stuff like this spawns that hidden eclecticist in you. For instance, if you were to start a cult, it'd be a nice idea to present your lack of wealth as a mark of your spiritual prosperity!
I'll probably have to attribute the ironic references to the past couple of days which have had such events occurring that makes one go contemplative and all.

I played for my college in this VTU soccer tourney we just got knocked out of.
Now, normally I play right defence, overlapping in due course down the wing to provide some extra width in midfield. I prefer this because I've been pretty safe in all the games we've played and also because it allows me to put the long ball into the area which I just love doing.

But our captain decided that I was being wasted in defence and asked me to play up front, just behind the striker. I stepped up hesitantly...but equally glad at being relieved of defending the corner kicks which is just about the darndest thing one can attempt doing on earth.
The game though, didn't turn out to be all that good for me...missed a medium-range shot from an easy angle and tripped on my own stepover. But Abhi was at his mesmerising best and saved the day with a matchwinning goal.
The next game, I volunteered to play back again. Restored to 'my place', it all went well. Good clearences, crunching tackles a la Nesta and proper headers came back to the fore. The game went into penalty shootout. At 4-5, our last action hero Abhi strode out and took our 5th penalty that would've equalised the score....only to strike it softly to the goalkeeper's left who lunged and housed the ball.
3 days of hectic practice and a fuck-all journey by bus to Ramnagaram all down the fuckin' drain.

On the way back to college, we were talking about Infy and Siemens when this goods train passed by....which fueled my fantasy to become a train driver someday.
No...seriously, I think a train driver on duty from Bangalore to Mysore is a lot more spiritually prosperous and at peace than a Siemens database administrator.

By the way, the game that we lost got me exactly enough match allowance money to go buy this ding-chak helmet I saw someplace. Its just that it'd have been nicer to have won.
I bought the helmet though....it does feel good to buy something out of your own earnings. Parents do this sort of thing way too much and lose track of feeling good...not that I blame 'em anyway!

But the ironies aside, a fairly satisying past week. This also includes 4 bad hair days on the trot which induced my transition from a state of hair-do to hair-dont.
I like the hair-donters club.
Its convenient not to care...ta-dun-dum-pish, MECHAL MILICHYA!