Musing

I’m looking around my room. It doesn’t look like I live here. Aside from my few books and little knickknacks, anyone could live here. The bed is messy. Again. I haven’t made it yet; will probably do so before leaving for Philadelphia tonight. There are old CDs sitting on my nightstand, along with a broken mirror and a nail clipper. If I believed in such things, I’m probably in for an eternity of bad luck. My purse is on the floor, contents scattered: cell phone, wallet, two pens, a rubber band. One of those pens is from Fairleigh Dickinson University. Not that I applied there; they just sent me a pen. A receipt from grocery shopping. A pack of Stride gum. A suitcase splayed open, ready to be taken on a journey. I see my journal—something I have not written in for quite a while. A Suitable Boy is sitting on top of it. I haven’t touched that either.

There are old beads hanging on the closet door. Mardi Gras beads–we used to have Mardi Gras celebrations in high school. Nothing like New Orleans, of course, but it was still fun.

There is a poster of Krishna on the wall, covering peeled paint.

Sometimes I feel as if I haven’t left enough of an impression in life.

I want to.

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Published:: 10 January 2007 / 5:25 pm

Category:: I/Me, Personal Selections

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pavi 1.10.07 / 7pm

you’ve left an impression on me and all your friends.
this entry makes me unbelievably sad.

Vidya 1.11.07 / 12pm

You brought back memories of me leaving home for the first time. No matter what age, leaving home and realizing that you do not live there anymore, when you visit back, or that you have grown out of that mould does make you think/miss too much and feel a little low.

Chin up my girl, there is whole new world and life out there waiting for you. And you will be just fine.

Incidentally, I have a Krishna poster too and I just believe blindly in him and always go to him for strength.

amitken 1.12.07 / 11am

Hey!
I guess you said it in words, what i had said thru pics sometime back on my blog. :)

and I think, we keep leaving impression on life all the time, isn’t it awesome that you ‘want to’. Mantain it…
but I guess it’s never enough. never.

… and you thought my room was messy? really!!!! you call that messy!!! Hahah.. ask me, i think it was pretty neat :-)

… and i just love this layout of your blog. very neat n impressive.

-obw 1.12.07 / 11am

Thanks for the comment on my blog. I just got back into town and had a chance to read your posts – they are lovely. They make me feel confident about devoting my blog to personal and scattered topics.

Keep writing!

SEV 1.12.07 / 12pm

Life has barely begun for you, the impression is being made even if you don’t realise it now..

Pramod 1.13.07 / 9pm

Very well written, indeed !! It made me look around my room and I think, I have a few things scattered around, which really makes it mine! I am glad I read your posting, Best.

MJ 1.14.07 / 4am

Mm, my bookshelf was what made me feel like I was in my room back in MA. My bookshelf and the assorted things on my desk, half of which weren’t mine but my sister’s. I had gotten used to them after she left. Here, I have a little nook above my bed where I have about 7 books, compared to the 50+ I had back at home. There aren’t as many stuffed animals, there are no scattered nothings on my desk. There are no posters, there is a McGill frisbee hanging on the wall, looking quite dreary, and the dreamcatcher Sarah gave me, nondescript in the white expanse. One girl came in my room and said your room is so quiet, and the second time the same girl came and said, I forgot how empty your room is. I loved Sarah’s room because every bit of her was on the walls, her love for art, her passion for music, her love of people, her love of scents, her love of beauty. But somehow, I had never found that release, never had the ability to spill myself all over the world, like throwing paint on a canvas. When I was young, since we moved around so much, my father told us not to use tape on the walls or the paint would peel off. So we never did.

Musings at Blogbharti 1.15.07 / 12am

[...] Vi writes about her room (yes a mere room) but brings back such nostalgia about the student life that I have left way behind. [...]

Vi 1.16.07 / 9pm

Pavi: I love you, and I didn’t mean to make you sad.

Vidya: You’re right. But I’m not sure if I miss what was once there or who I once was.

AmitKen: I’m glad. And yes, it was messy. :P And the layout credits goes to WordPress, not me. Thanks though!

Obw: Much thanks for the visits and compliment. I enjoyed your blog as well. I tend to avoid reading blogs (with the exception of a select few) that focus on one topic alone–it doesn’t maintain my interest for a long time.

SEV: Perhaps. How heavy is the impression?

Pramod: Thanks!

MJ: I liked your room. I could recognize your things and I felt as if you left little memories scattered about. I remember your windowsill and your array of books and rocks; I remember the binders and your writing stored under the desk. I remember that horrible LOTR poster-thing I made you, and I remember seeing it on your wall. It felt nice to see a tiny part of me there.

Where am I now?

Viva la Vi

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