whinnings of a failed insomniac

Tonite i am trying not to sleep, though its seemingly a failing endeavour.
This is a pained blog once again, I again am out of my mind.
I can see no reason, just that I feel like talking, on and on and on. Alas, nobody listening.
Nothing in particular, just that I woke up relatively early this morning, met up with a graduating senior, dined with quite a lot of people( fellows, profs n their wives), started reading the Mahabharata , and well past midnight I cannot sleep, though my head is spinning heavily, eyes drooping.
Methinks, will continue someday later. Its a fight with the night now.

White Beauty

The buildings are all white, with slanting red roofs. The whole atmosphere looks ethereal, almost as if being driven by hypothetical laws.
We have clean and dry mess plates, sinks that never clog, sparkling cutlery, cold water and lemons of 1" diameter!
The rotis are edible (by some trick they manage to make wheat taste like wheat and not rubber), and salt pots that aren't stained with yellow.
Moreso, there is a sweeper who is all eager to clean up my 2-bedroomed apartment.
The professors here are some other species altogether. They want us to learn! MAGIC, I must say. The building where I have been stacked up, is nest to 4 families. One of them on the groundfloor happens to be my Programme Coordinator. The other day when I had trouble with some plug points, a middle-aged lady (whom I conveniently woke up in the middle of night, also a Professor's wife), came up with a smile to fix my troubles.
There is a computer room, where I am presently resting my bums on, where I can take probably a thousand print-outs from.
This place actually gets one going. A bundle of lazy bones that I am, I get around to doing and undoing things for around 12 hours. Maybe it is the food, or could even be the air-conditioning, could even be my ever smiling guide who constantly keeps twisting his big moustaches.
Condemned by IIT, I feel in heaven's lap when my guide effervescently says that I can understand physics, and that I am not a misfit.
When dusk begins to settle on this rainbow ground, one finds about a dozen peacocks keka ing to glory.
The dark lining of this silver cloud is that by the time its time to pack up my bags for the place we call Mecca of technical education in India, I will be black as charcoal, and fat as a sack of rice.

Moon for a Gemstar

Just another day under the scorching May sun. Difficult to beat, almost impossible to evade.
Nights are warm, my bed runs to bite my back. Almost as if U2 plays, 'With or Without you'.
'On a bed of nails,
she makes me wait'
Just a little swap of genders, and this comes true. Quantum Mechanics makes no difference, air-conditioning or unconditioned air.
Here I feel like a princess, wandering in an eternal wait of my warrior to light up my palace. Virtually, I am spending days in a palace. It is a 2 bedroom flat, complete with a refrigerator, aquagaurd, geyser and air-cooler. I have an air-conditioned workplace, a new email id and eat a generous amout of good food, if that helps.
Evenings are specially killing, dark and green all around. All quiet except for some lovelorn insects, crying out for their mates. Daytimes are all green, white on a golden backdrop.
There is nothing that I can do to paint my nights here.

Moral of the Story: Carry your love in your Vanity bag, it comes handy.