The essence of a time-span that went by!

Ok. right. Its- the coming week , i mean, is going to be the sum total of last...almost one year. I dont know whether sum total is the right word, may be i should say its going to be the fag-end of what went on for 8-9 months. 'Fag-end' adds nothing new to the idea..its simple reporting, so i guess, from tomorrow onwards, its going to be the distillation process for went on. I did what I could, given my nature and constraints/ simply given my situation 'cause as such there were no constraints and if they were, they are so common that they have assumed acceptance as 'nothing new'.

- I guess i know now why the date was shifted from May 09th to June 30th....i have always prayed to god/ the power somewhere to allow me to do justice to what i take up...i guess im relatively better equipped to do justice, just better equipped, perfection is far. lets see, however, its kinda premature to talk abt all that stuff.

- I tip my hat, its going to be a crucial one week. i dont even know what to think.

maths - a liquid form of stirrer

# Excellent tea. I finally keep the tea pan in the scullery and squeeze soap satche into it or else i'll go for the fourth cup. i can already feel something burning in my food-pipe. Dun know why keep burning it , dun know what cup is empty inside that i keep feeling with brimming cups outside.

# i happen to go out yesterday...very humid day, and got stuck in a traffic jam....and there it came gushing towards me ....the memory. actually the memories that we so inadvertantly made last fortnight....pleasant memory, beautiful, lots of indulgence...its good day my last june was indugent, and this june too ...partly...its all gone now...and its parched again...but it is enriching in someway, i cant pinpoint....actually i can, but its description is gonna be qute labour-intensive. so i skip it.

# memory...fake or real...i cant say... wet roads of night, reflecting halogen lamps and hoardings' lights...making a grand fluid picture ..road being the canvas. a moment ago, it made me sufficiently doused emotionally and i had banged my wrist on the computer table in an urge to see that scene for real, walk on that road...not as some fragmented piece of imagined/or may be not memory. what and where's the origin of that image, im thinking.

# linear programming, multiple regression, pivot equations, ANOVA, - they may be beyond me or may be not , but here and now they surely are, as i bang my head against them....they are untammable that in some funny moment, u might want to try them...not exactly in the conventional way.

# there's n th lizard( on the wall) that needs killing but im tired n reluctant to do that so i start the fan at a helicopterish speed so that its suction pads give way and falls on the floor...but it hides behind the curtain everytime i try to do that. why doesnt it die voluntarily?