Bits and pieces of thoughts

When I woke up for the third time today, the first thing my eyes stared at was the sky. The clouds were unusually beautiful this morning, forming a perfectly picturesque background. Spring is entering our neighbourhood very visibly - All the trees are beginning to flower, light green leaves are emerging and covering bare branches. An old man smiled as I passed his house on my way to the station. Everything seemed at peace. I had a nice sleep during the train ride, nice chat with MG over coffee (her coffee, and my determination to refrain from spending in unnecessary causes, due to my recent loss of students. Note the pluralness of the word. Tragic.), a few minutes of physics, giggles, meeting for PSD and the usuals. While walking home in the evening, I noticed the old man still stood on his porch. The sky was still beautiful.

PSD - Pink Scarf Day - is organised to raise money for National Breast Cancer Foundation, held by the Islamic Society on our campus. Breast cancer is the most common cause of death of women in Australia. Everyday, 30 women discover they have breast cancer, in this country. Its so easy to be one of the 30! So easy to be unlucky, even after being blessed with everything that we're blessed with - a comfortable home, great education, security, amazing weather and nature. Last year, they raised more than $4000 for the foundation, this year - there's a higher aim. So, Smruthi, FG, Aniqa: visit us with your friends on the 14th of October. :)

The 'giggle'-ing occurred due to various sillinesses relating to one exciting event. The details shall be posted sometime in the future, but I have never been more excited to see cuteness.

Lately, I am regretting my words as soon as they leave my lips, or my hands. I often do not mean them with the gravity that they are received, and am left stranded, in confusion, trying to figure out what went wrong. The result is that the person I am talking to has much less respect for me, maybe even starts to dislike me. I know that the desire to be 'liked' by everyone is vain, but that is not the case here. I usually (try not to) care when I am disliked for something I do when I believe it to be right. In these cases, the person who is doing the 'disliking' is usually not worth the trouble. However, when it is my own shortcomings that cause it, I feel very ashamed. I feel like it will be reflected on everything I stand for; even though I merely 'stand for' them, I do not 'define' them. I guess the only solution to this is to think about my words before I say them, then hope for the best. I guess there is also the option of not speaking, or typing, at all. But I don't think that solution will work very well on my mind. It will be like trying to stay away from chocolate.

I have a lot to do. Google tells me that Mark Twain once said: The secret of getting ahead is getting started. The secret of getting started is breaking your complex overwhelming tasks into small manageable tasks, and then starting on the first one.

Therefore, I shall go and start, inshaAllah.