What’s coffeeing? Well, when the world boozes, it’s called boozing. But what about those who don’t booze and still wanna get drunk? They indulge in coffeeing! And oh boy, I went coffeeing today like mad. Like crazy.
2:00 Cuppuccino
2:30 Espresso
3:15 Cafe Latte
4:00 Grande Mug
I am on top of the world today. 
I am a lucky person. Today is such a special day in my life!
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I was teaching yesterday. Physics. Tenth class physics. I was clearing some doubts for the two kids. Their board examination is approaching fast.
One of them had written a test some time back. The test paper had been prepared by his mother. He hadn’t answered some questions. He didn’t know the answers to them. One of the unanswered questions needed him to describe an experimental method for demonstrating the phenomenon of resonance.
‘There are so many mentioned in your book. You should have remembered one of them‘, I remarked.
He tried to explain. ‘Well, I remember real life examples like that of a motorcycle which at times starts vibrating vigorously at some speed when the forced vibration matches it’s natural frequency. But I am not sure about an experimental method as such.‘
‘Of course there are. Let’s look into your book‘. I opened the chapter on sound, found some experiment, and without bothering to read it, told him, ‘Here look, you can quote this experiment to show resonance.‘ I was pointing to a diagram present in his Physics text-book which was very similar to one that’s present below. There were four pendulums, the alternate ones having equal lengths.
I continued, ‘so you see, you can use these hanging balls to show resonance. Can’t you?’.
Wait a second. What did I just say? Hanging balls? Yep, that was right. I knew it from the way the kids looked at each other and couldn’t control their smile. It was embarrassing. And I totally forgot how else to refer to the balls. Hanging balls they were. And hanging balls I called them. I had totally forgotten the existence of this word called ‘pendulum’. We were smiling together, somehow holding our laughs.
The doubt followed. It was not too clear to them how resonance was demonstrated here, in this hanging balls experiment.
‘You can bring a vibrating tuning fork near one of the balls, and when the frequency of vibration matches the natural frequency of the ball, the ball will start oscillating with increased amplitude. At the same time, the alternate ball which is hanging through a thread of equal length will also start oscillating because for everything else remaining constant, frequency of a ball hanging from a thread depends upon its length. For the same reason, the other two balls won’t oscillate with increased amplitude. Their natural frequency is in mismatch with the externally applied frequency. Is it clear to you guys now?‘
It was fun! I am happy I had the balls to deliver the explaination in a serious tone, without letting my embarassement show off.
Well, this was the bit on hanging balls. The funny bit. The ‘lost nail’ story however isn’t that funny. It is rather a true and painful story of a nail that I lost. Today. It belonged to my right foot hallux which now lies nail-less and bandaged. Two guys accidently jumped over my right foot. And it happened. In fractions of second. No pain. Twisted nail. A cool sensation. But for everything that goes, another pops up to take place. So all I have to do is wait for a new nail to grow up. And it sure will. Lost nail over hanging balls, anytime 
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Lost. Awake. Blank.
I smile.
I smile and I cry.
I cry and I sleep.
I sleep and I dream.
I see you.
I love you.
You.
You fly.
Fly high.
In the sky.
Goodbye.
Lost. Awake. Blank.
Emotions dead.
Heart stoned.
Lips sealed.
Eyes dry.
Goodbye.
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I got up some time ago. At five in the morning! I got up because I saw weird dreams and started feeling restless. I had slept at some time after three. And I am still restless, though not very sure why.
I decided to write a poem. Couldn’t. I typed. I deleted. I typed again. I deleted again. Nothing! It happens with everyone at times. Right? Say right. Vatsap?
May be not a poem. The craziest blog till now at least. Something!
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I stopped. I had two options in front of me. A. Continue with the ride that had become too painful to enjoy. B. Discontinue and walk back.
No one cared about which option I chose. No one knew I was skating anyways. It was all about me. Whether I wanted to reach my goal, that I had set minutes ago or was I ready to give up?
The goal was to skate from hostel to the IIT main gate and then return. Close to six kilometers. I had done it before. But never with this pair of skates. This one with attached shoes was smaller for my feet. But I had taken the challenge. And it soon proved to be so painful. There was hardly any space for the toe. It got too squeezed in, as I kept struggling and soon it was hurting. With each roll forward, it hurt. I had to decide.
I was about to unbuckle the skates, and walk back to hostel. Bare foot. Main gate might have been a kilometer away. And then suddenly something happened. I heard a voice. It came from within.
‘Isn’t this how life is? Things don’t always turn out the way you thought them to. Difficulties pop in from nowhere. The calculations go wrong and giving up appears to be the easiest option. But would you really like doing that? Just because it hurts? Can’t you still complete the journey which you began with so much passion and excitement? Will you let the small shoe decide how you live? Can’t you still talk to air, roll on wheels, and roll faster than before? How could you forget the phrase that when the going gets tough, the tough gets going? Or are you even tough?’
I picked option A. I took the complete round trip. I talked to air, rolled on wheels and let my toe fight for itself. Yes, some skin did wear off on both the feet and the hallux is still swolen. But then I felt powerful. I made the right choice. And I learnt a little more about life. I grew up a little more.
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