I've had a grand total of eight hours of sleep in the last three and a half days, but right now, it certainly feels like that the lack of sleep has been crucial to making this weekend's Oxford-London/London-Cambridge/Cambridge-London/London-Oxford so memorable.
Big thank you's to Sarkar, Chaitanya and Bando for making me feel more at home than I've felt at any point in the last three months.
The challenge of everyday existence beckons for the next two weeks, followed by the prospect of the sweet feeling of home in the holidays.
I'm planning to start compiling a list of unchallengeable truths very soon. It promises to be a very fulfilling project.
I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.
- Eashan Ghosh
- India
- I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.
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