End-Point
Singapore, evening, just back from field camp

I am back. Finally. After seven days of out field, company line comfort was bliss. The food was, in one word, incredible man. That may very well be subjective but to a person who survived on a diet of fruit bars and butter biscuits for the past seven days, this was as good as it gets. Not that i didn't have enough things to eat. It was the edible stuff that i did not have enough. There a somewhat subtle difference between inedible stuff and stuff that are edile but are too vile to eat ya. But still, there i am in one piece back, at long last, in front of my computer.

Field camp was a blast. I emerged two thirds of a shade darker and that much (seemingly) more tough, both mentally and physically. Before i even thought of SIT test-Hell i was not even going to think about the booking in-I was going to enjoy my saturday. " Maximum Effort" , that was to my instructor's during PT. I was inclined to take that stand during weekends as well, only now, doing things that were very much less physically draining and more mentally uplifting. I had a knack for making my life more uniformed these days. Think my mind has been implanted into a rigid system of thoughts, some half-formed, others floating aimlessly.Whatever the thing was, i saw my destination tomorrow. It was crunch time man.

Had an onslaught of letters when i reached back after a fort-night's absense. That was midly comforting. It was nice to know that someone,even if it were some refridgerator company, took the trouble to aknowledge your existence on the surface of this earth. Some people have the ability to totally ignore you but that was not the worse bit. The thing is, they don't even notice that they did not notice you. On the other hand there are people who notice you too much. So much so that they pick on you every step of the way. Even if there were others doing their bit wrong, yours is always the worst, most horrid mistake. Ah well so much for fairness in this world

All truth be told. I am really sair.[ pronounced: S-AIR] Though that may be the case, one thing is for certain. It's good to be home.


It's what we do that determines who we are, not who we are that determines what we do