Well, half of the year is over. Last time I wrote a blog was three months ago — and that too was a casual attempt at poetry. I somehow see I have two drafts lying around, both technical, where I wanted to improve my scientific writing. I guess I’ll finish them later, but for now, let me just sync up with life.

This year started with me in a good initial state, and somehow it seems more packed than any set of months I’ve spent on Earth. Yet, the progress feels unquantifiable in terms of output. Still, I believe there are many lessons I’ve learned — and many more I’m yet to. I had forgotten about this blog, but the last few days I’ve been thinking about the Air India crash, and wondering if I’m missing out on the most important lesson in life.

Hello World! is all I need to do
Yet it’s difficult to fill in the shoe
The CPU is hot, the fan is loud
But I’m still stuck on feeling proud
For the few lines of code that I sowed

Yet a lot of work is still pending
But I’m busy pretending
That I’m working hard
Just staring at the to-do card
Without progress in the project yard

I’m physically fine, not feeling tired
But mentally, I’m just expired
Being unproductive might be my new hobby
Just so I can skip talking to my old lobby
Every week, I plan to do something new
But I just end up covering the week’s due

Dear Time, Can I get time to meet you?
It seems that I have no clue,
I left my crew,
And I am feeling blue.
But still, I am chasing you.

I lost bad habits and some good friends,
I quit the internet and some trends,
I’m trying to make amends,
But still, can’t manage my spends.

No, I have enough cash to survive,
But I’m not able to thrive,
I’m missing my drive,
Is there something wrong with my life?

Oh dear world, what have you done to me?
I was unavailable, but now I am free.

Well, I am not free, but I am exhausted.
The work I have done doesn’t need to be boasted.

I have chosen to be poetic because I am bored.
The opinions in this post are to be ignored.

The shenanigans of work are not to be shared.
The details of my life are not to be aired.
I am generally always happy,
But you might feel that I am crappy.