Playing with electrons

  Today is the last day of 2020. And I am having this irresistible urge to write something. To let my mind wander and weave together random thoughts that bubble in my sub-conscious psyche. Toward the end of a year, I get this urge to look back and contemplate at the year that is just about to fade away, and to pen down my thoughts as we are at the threshold of a new year. I had been thinking of writing something for the last few days, but time has been so scarce that several critical commitments and tasks are piling up even as I am writing now. I was telling my wife yesterday that I needed to write something but if I did, then sending a pending report would be delayed, revising students’ papers and presentations would get pushed to the next year and so on. But then I thought – if I do not write something now, I will not write in a long time because once we step onto 2021, new assignments and tasks would flood in, new hopes of a better tomorrow and renewed vigour toward higher profe...

  I feel good when I write. It makes me happy, calms my mind down. The train of thoughts we have and the myriad of experiences we gain every day get lost and buried under piles of stress and our inherent forgetfulness. Before we can either cherish the moments or digest the lessons they teach us, our experiences become past and recede fast into faint memories. Writing helps us re-live those memories and also enables us to learn better from seemingly unimportant incidents in our daily lives. We are able to gaze into our life more meaningfully when we write because we think back and masticate our experiences. I often contemplate writing. And I want to write on anything which comes to my mind. It helps me understand myself better, scrutinize my activities and my thoughts, my actions and my conversations with people around me. It also helps me think about broader plans in my life, about the things which I have procrastinated (which is not a good thing) and about how I want to feel abo...