The week started on a new low. And I am perfectly happy about it. For it happened at the Institute Swimming Pool. And the event was 100 meters freestyle. I managed to clock my personal best after a string of rather erratic timings. I have been steadily regaining my stroke rhythm, losing the unwanted belly from Bangalore days and have stopped giving fucks about the early morning classes that gravely distorted my sleep cycle. I feel this is just the start and I believe I can easily shave two more seconds by the end of the season. And doing so in my final year makes it a little special, for most people find satisfaction in the saturation of performance by the time they reach their pre-final year.
And there’s another reason to cheer this week. I have managed to overhaul my inefficient reading speed issues, again a by-product of Bangalore days. And I believe the zero fucks I gave for 8 am classes was again, a main contributor of this development. Coincidentally, regaining my reading prowess timed perfectly with the virility of the Book Bucket Challenge. Going through my feed glancing through all those titles I should add to my reading list leaves me with an overwhelming feeling. There are so many books to read and going at my current rate of 40 books a year, I have time for just over 2000 more books. That’s really disturbing. On a completely random note, it would be really great if universities start offering a semester wherein one is just expected to read books they wish to read. My mind is already preparing a list of books, library sections to cover and I find it hard to come back from utopia.
Book Bucket Challenge reminded me of how differently people read books. There are some who read for the beauty of language, magic of words and literary excellence while there are some folks (like me) who just focus on concrete meaning of words, flow of ideas and knowledge trapped in paragraphs. Of course, there are others who seem to cherish both aspects of reading. I realize I am missing out on a significant portion of reading experience. But I am anyways weird. I also fail to appreciate scent of flowers, cuteness of kids and puppies (in fact they repel me) and the grandeur of awkward social customs like marriages among many other things. I understand these are the trade-offs I need to make to lead a bit-more-rational and slightly-less-illogical life than an average demographic sample point. No regrets for my choices and the things I am missing out.
That’s it for the week. Quizzes looming this week. And so are the comments, “Abbe tujhe kya hi farak padta hai!” *sigh*
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