Usually, this is the time of year I fall into depression. I don’t become suicidal or manic, but as the winter starts, I become gloomy and nostalgic, and start wishing for the semester to end, already. I kick for home and vacations. I complain to the world at large about the slow passage of time. You get the idea.
It hasn’t happened this year. Oh, sure, I still miss everybody and am waiting impatiently for vacations. I wouldn’t mind the semester ending- there are only three really interesting courses this time around, and I’m not even paying that much attention to them. I am nostalgic- but then I’m always nostalgic. I’m cheerful and nostalgic this year, not gloomy and nostalgic as I was last year. I feel good. Even my batchmates, whom I normally despise, I now see as amusing and entertaining creatures whose cheeks are mine to pull. Kidding.
This, I surmise, is because of three reasons.
Firstly, because I’ve been occupied with preparing and conducting the Mod Quiz, and was enjoying myself far too much doing that to feel depressed.
Secondly, and on similar lines, I’ve been preparing for the CAT. This, too, has been going well. More importantly, it’s been going on virtually non-stop, leaving me little, if any time, in which to be depressed.
And finally, my summer holidays were so very satisfying this year. I met Baldy, and Dolan, and Machhi… oh, wait, I’ve already put the list up in another Fillet. You get the idea. No need to go into details again. Anyway, I met everybody, and because of that, I’m currently afflicted with the good nostalgia. Nostalgia, like cholestrol, can be good or bad.
Oh, and I’ve been sustaining my cheery mood by calling Ishaan and devouring the Jeeves books, which I’m now issuing from Biblio.
Indeed. Life is good. Just wanted to reassure you on that account.