It is one of those times, when nothing seems to be going right. No matter what you do, it ends up being miserable. You are disappointing everyone, yourself first, your teachers and the most important person in your life. People have begun to think you are mediocre. You find yourself unable to participate in class, tongue tied for a vague reason.
To top it all, you are fighting. Nitpicking basically. And feeling slightly J of people who are doing better. Getting angry. Blaming everyone else secretly in your head for your bad work. Wondering why Lady Luck always fails you.
But Friday evening is liberating. 2 days of oblivion. Many ways to escape your own mediocrity. No performance expected, nothing.
Thank God for Mills and Boons. For mindless mush, occasional hot scenes and happy endings. Of course, a corner of your mind wishes you had The Scarlet Pimpernel to read instead. Never mind. And the attempt to trace Brahmin and Non Brahmin geneology can be resumed on the weekdays. Hmph.
Thank God for bestowing the ability to summon sleep at absolutely any time of the day. And of course, the wonderful serenity when you wake up – without being woken up, that is.
Thank God for long hot showers and nice silky hair at the end of the shower.
Thank God for Saturday and Sunday evening Sun TV (and K TV, Vijay TV and the like). Both masala Tamil padams and Maaveeran (Tamizhil) types are mind numbing timepass. Also for Batman Begins on Pogo and all the romantic comedies in the world. Perfect weekend fare.
Thank God for endless supplies of kadalai paruppu, thovaram paruppu, channa, sugar and ice. And for limited supplies of Unibic’s Oatmeal Cookies, and Bradman Chocolate Chip Cookies. And oily appalam on Sundays.
Thank God for long walks on the beach under starry skies in the middle of the night, with the sea roaring near you, as you watch one of the most ancient rituals in the history of the earth.
Thank God for the telephone, the computer, the internet, chat and e mail.
Ok I am done. Just realized that I sound like some sort of a generic-religion religious fanatic. And that this blog is fast becoming a Dear Diary. Yuck.
PS: The Premio Dardos (meaning ‘prize darts’ in Italian) award is for recognition of cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values transmitted in the form of creative and original writing.
I would like to present this award to
Jay – for her ease and flair of the language, and the effortless way she writes. And so FAST! Grey Slate is truly beckoning us. 
Sharanya – for her sheer eloquence and passionate writing. Go girl!
I wish i could rewind and turn my life in to completely different path u know….
First few paras im able to relate a lot to myself in that!
But i hope to emerge as a good human being amidst all this difficulties
p.s. now i sound like some god damn godman
Thank God for the weekends! Everybody loves those
True, some weeks are tight and frustrating, just chill out a bit and have fun 
Dear Diary blog or not, I still enjoy reading – so keep writing!
I second AJ. The silky hair and the Pogo thing- you’ve stolen words from my mouth! I would have never realized how much those things mean to me if you hadn’t written them here.
Ps: If you haven’t already, listen to Masakalli, from the Dilli 6 sound track. It’s a very Madras/Chennai song
And thanks so much for the award! I feel so flattered