Meanderings

I have just taken a long walk in the IISc campus. The rain has left a pleasant chill in the air. The fireflies have come flitting out. The tree opposite MCBL is creaking ominously to the passing bystander. The moon is calmly watching the grey clouds saunter across the sky. It has been almost a year here and I have had many walks.

The quick ‘I have to get to lab before cell recovery is over’ walks (Very annoying. No time for contemplating on the deeper meaning of science or on any deeper meanings).

The post-General Biology class philosophical banter walks (When one is overpowered by the exalted sensation of being in science nirvana and concludes that anyone who isn’t doing science should dig a pit and bury himself).

The ‘Oh-my-god, the campus looks so Photoshop-ed walks’ (A common phenomenon in the month of March when someone seems to have cranked up the colour saturation dial of the surroundings).

The smug ‘Ha! I’m in IISc’ walks (As you bestow a look of condescension on the flurry of students scrambling for next year’s admissions).

The gazing at the sky till your neck aches walks. (I’m never going to get cured of my deep reverence toward the night sky).

The dodging crow-shit walks. (Recommended at around 6 p.m. when the birds all amass and decide to take a good dump, while also treating us to cacophonous cawing).

The ‘Why are there so many believers in a scientific institute!’ walk (When one has generally lost all faith in the human race, is very agitated over it, and bumps into a fellow atheist for a mutual cribbing session).

Some walks are defined by the music you are listening to:
The freewheeling ‘whatever’ walk. (‘All I want is you’ by Barry Louis Polisar from ‘Juno OST’).

The ‘I wish I were a sprite and could gambol all around the campus’ walk (‘Wedding Day In Troldhaugen, Opus 65 N° 6’ played by Andrei Gavrilov and composed by Edvard Grieg).

The ‘Ah. The world is beautiful and I love life’ walks (‘Per Te’ by Josh Groban from ‘Closer’).

Well I should get some sleep. Toodles!