A year back

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Nope, it’s not a cheesy entry.

Yeah, I haven’t posted a new Quirky Humans and their Poesy  in a while, but hear me out.

Board exams are now behind me (they ended on March 17th).

And what should I be doing?

Reading more novels, eating pizza, watching movies and writing more of these blogs.

Yet, there’s a whole different atmosphere that would remain intact around me for the next one month.

Yeah, I’m preparing for these competitive exams that would get me my seat in a good college. And the days are tough and monotonous and not making much of a progress. Alive, yet no presence of growth. And so forgive me, I’ll not be posting any QHTP this one month.

During these last days, you’d be in real need of motivation to go on and not throw away your mining tools before you reach the gem.

And perseverance? Oh my god. Let me give you an example of how it feels.

Remember that boring lecture on p-block elements? In midst of class, you check your watch (making sure your lecturer doesn’t catch you staring at your hand), to find there’s still half-an-hour left. And you try consoling yourself by saying calmly to that monster in your head that it’s still better than 45 minutes.

Yet, when you see your watch next time, and find out that there’s just 5 minutes left, you can’t take it anymore.

Those five minutes of your life, let me tell you; if you believe in solipsism, and you know for sure that your life is actually a dream and everything around you doesn’t really exist, then those five minutes are the worst part of your nightmare.

For those of you who don’t believe in solipsism, its like the part in your dream where you jump off a cliff or some stranger whose face you never remember after waking up, stabs you with his rusty knife.

But if you will let me, these five minutes, you’ll agree is worse than all that. Because its slow torture. And gradual infliction of pain is worse than instantaneous death. So, yeah.

That’s how perseverance during these times sounds like. Like the last few minutes of a boring class. Like the worst part of a nightmare.

But, something that I wasn’t aware of earlier, was the fact that these final days (before D-day) could make you more nostalgic. Or at least it’s the case with me. I hope I’m not alone.

What did I become nostalgic of?

While doing a real hard physics problem, I thought of what I was doing an year back. It got me to April 6th 2017. And yes. I was having fun.

I was in Mysore!

For those of you who don’t know, Mysore is Karnataka’s second biggest city, situated in Southern India. It was the erstwhile capital of the Wodeyar dynasty and is considered the cultural capital of the state while also being the cleanest city in India and one of the most well-planned ones.

Okay, enough of details. Though I faintly remember going to quite a few places out there, the ones I remember more than the rest (more like the ones’ whose photographs still haven’t vanished into the darker depths of the universe) are Ranganathittu Bird Sanctuary and the Mysore Palace.

If you want me to talk about Ranganathittu Bird Sanctuary, then I’ll say it’s a bird sanctuary, like the name suggests. And it’s an awesome place. 

You’ll Google about it anyways.👅

Here’s some pics that I have of the place.

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I’m sorry but it happened an year ago and I don’t remember much. Or it could also be because I’m quite lazy.  I just remember that in addition to migratory birds, there were also a lot many crocodiles lazily opening their mouth wide and basking in the sun, seated firmly on the black rocks of the lake in which we went boating. And I also faintly remember one passing very close to our boat. My dad got up to have a better look at it, but the guy who was rowing us across, warned him against it. He said that the boat would overturn.

So, yeah. What happened at Ranganathittu? I almost became a crocodile’s snack.

But I also wanted to post a video of another place, home to birds in Mysore (not Ranganathittu- I don’t quite remember the name, and Google isn’t helping). The birds are so brave there, that they didn’t give a damn about us, the nosy humans. Or it was just hunger (I prefer the latter). But WordPress is asking me to upgrade to premium in order to post a video. Which isn’t going to happen. So, I’m sorry for getting your hopes high.

What I can show you though, are the picture I clicked of the grand Mysore Palace ( also called Ambavilas Palace- thanks Wikipedia. For the life of me, I wouldn’t have known that.)

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These lightings by the way, they put it up after the light and sound show that they host every freaking day. They show the history of the Wodeyar kingdom and the myths and curses tied to the place. It’s an amazing event.

We couldn’t go inside, cause we went quite late (and we didn’t want to go in, because we were tired and lazy).

So we just chilled outside, brought something to eat, and I argued with dad about why I can’t buy those old coins that were on sale. He won in the end. Obviously.

But here are some more pictures from the outside.

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The rest of the million pictures are in mom’s hard disk. I don’t have them. So I suggest you just Google them.

But for now, I guess I’ll have to stop my flow of nostalgia and continue the electromagnetic induction chapter.

But before I go, I want to talk about Lenz’s law.

What is Lenz’s law?

The law states that the polarity of induced emf is such that it tends to produce a current which opposes the change in magnetic flux that produced it.

Just like how a situation tends to produce nostalgic feelings that opposes us from carrying out reforms to deal with the loopholes that caused the shitty situation in the first place.

Haha. Okay, bye.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. iScriblr says:

    Wonderful post and great pictures! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. frothywinter says:

      Thank you!💕💕

      Liked by 1 person

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