Yesterday was a shitty day. A very shitty day. And for no good reason at that. It was just one of those days where everything seemed to be going wrong. I woke up sick, feeling nauseated, skipped breakfast and lunch, stubbed my toe, was constantly hounded to work on something that I honestly was in no mood to do, and it seemed like every single person I can speak to was out for the final day of our intra-college sports festival, Spandan.
It's really hard to explain why some days are bad. Was it homesickness? Or loneliness? Or the fact that I'd lost two out of three events I was participating in at Spandan? Or boredom? Or plain burnout? Or something else? I honestly have no idea. But whatever the reason, I was facing a bout of extreme depression, and feeling completely burnt out.
My self-help cure for days like this is:
All it took was one phonecall:
Me: Hey shorty, long time... how you been? You free?
Av: Hey maggi, wassup? Have a French exam in a few hours... wassup?
Me: Ah k... study then. Talk to you later.
Av: We both know that's not happening. What's up with you? You sound sick
Me: Not sick really, just feeling shitty...
Av: Ah, so it takes a shitty day for you to remember me eh? Ass!!
Me: No, nothing like that... it's just...
Av: Yeah, yeah, bahaane bana ab tu. Anyway, bata, kya hua?
And with that started one of the most fun conversations I've had over the phone in a long, long time. Over the next hour and a half, I reconnected with someone who I haven't really spoken to as much as I should (completely out of my own self-imposed excuse of lack of time), ranted my heart out about everything good, bad and ugly, and whacked myself on the head repeatedly upon being told to do so over the phone. :P
As always, I got some amazingly sound advice, and by the end of the conversation (which mostly happens not when we run out of things to say, but when we run out of balance), I was feeling awesome again.
I went out, grabbed something to eat (including a Dairy Milk, thus completing the list), met a few people, cheered for a couple of friends participating in events and the world was all unicorns and rainbows again.
Thank you Av. You really don't know how much you mean to me. I know I'm an ass most of the time, but I honestly want to take time out to say you're a super-awesome person, and you mean the world to me. :D
When I got back after all the hullabaloo, I saw that I had an email, with a photograph of myself from a time not so long ago, along with the quote, "It's just a bad day, not a bad life" followed by "PS. flunked my French test, but would do it a trillion times over for conversations like today :-p".
As the song goes....
There are days when I wake up thinking it's the worst day ever and go to bed thinking I'm the luckiest guy alive. Thanks for always being there for me. :)
It's really hard to explain why some days are bad. Was it homesickness? Or loneliness? Or the fact that I'd lost two out of three events I was participating in at Spandan? Or boredom? Or plain burnout? Or something else? I honestly have no idea. But whatever the reason, I was facing a bout of extreme depression, and feeling completely burnt out.
My self-help cure for days like this is:
- Watch EuroTrip (for some reason, that movie manages to always cheer me up)
- Do something alone (Code, walk, build, break, dance, anything...) (related)
- Have a Cadbury Dairy Milk (aka blocks of eternal bliss)
- Talk to someone from the Chica List.
All it took was one phonecall:
Me: Hey shorty, long time... how you been? You free?
Av: Hey maggi, wassup? Have a French exam in a few hours... wassup?
Me: Ah k... study then. Talk to you later.
Av: We both know that's not happening. What's up with you? You sound sick
Me: Not sick really, just feeling shitty...
Av: Ah, so it takes a shitty day for you to remember me eh? Ass!!
Me: No, nothing like that... it's just...
Av: Yeah, yeah, bahaane bana ab tu. Anyway, bata, kya hua?
And with that started one of the most fun conversations I've had over the phone in a long, long time. Over the next hour and a half, I reconnected with someone who I haven't really spoken to as much as I should (completely out of my own self-imposed excuse of lack of time), ranted my heart out about everything good, bad and ugly, and whacked myself on the head repeatedly upon being told to do so over the phone. :P
As always, I got some amazingly sound advice, and by the end of the conversation (which mostly happens not when we run out of things to say, but when we run out of balance), I was feeling awesome again.
I went out, grabbed something to eat (including a Dairy Milk, thus completing the list), met a few people, cheered for a couple of friends participating in events and the world was all unicorns and rainbows again.
Thank you Av. You really don't know how much you mean to me. I know I'm an ass most of the time, but I honestly want to take time out to say you're a super-awesome person, and you mean the world to me. :D
When I got back after all the hullabaloo, I saw that I had an email, with a photograph of myself from a time not so long ago, along with the quote, "It's just a bad day, not a bad life" followed by "PS. flunked my French test, but would do it a trillion times over for conversations like today :-p".
As the song goes....
I'll be there for you, When the rain starts to pour
I'll be there for you, Like I've been there before
I'll be there for you, 'Cuz you're there for me too...
There are days when I wake up thinking it's the worst day ever and go to bed thinking I'm the luckiest guy alive. Thanks for always being there for me. :)
