Elysium!

The servants of Hades may be stoking the fires of Tartarus, the Moirae may be sitting at their spinning wheel with identical sinister smiles, Zeus may be giving orders to the Cyclopes and gearing himself to say it with thunderbolts, but nothing can change the fact that midterms are over and that for the first time in six weeks there is not a monumental amount of reading material demanding immediate and undivided attention. The battles are over, and it will be a few days until we learn who has lost them, who has won them, and who has lost some and won others.

Around this time I should start feeling particularly aggrieved about the fact that we have classes this Saturday, and on every succeeding Saturday excepting the one that is listed in our timetable along with the dreaded letters W, A and C (followed by the dreaded word "Submission"). But I really can't feel aggrieved about anything right now; it's too much trouble, especially considering that sleep is going to be in short supply for the next two weeks.

Post-midterms... it's a little hard to believe that I've been here only six weeks, or that I've been here six weeks already. Six weeks of perpetual sleep deprivation, of deadlines to be met and no time to meet them, of trying to balance Assets and Liablilities and track down vast sums of money that have mysteriously vanished, rather al0ng the lines of Houdini... actually, it isn't as bad as it sounds. While I would not go so far as to say that being mistaken for one of Cleopatra's slaves is a pleasure that grows on you, it certainly becomes less painful with the passage of time. Dark may lower the tempest overhead, but I can console myself with the thought that whatever happens, I am unlikely to find myself hobnobbing with a hungry crocodile at the bottom of the Nile. Or even at the bottom of the Sabarmati.

It's drizzling. It's a very soothing sound, rain, when it doesn't interfere with fruitless trains of thought that you know will lead nowhere, but that you hope will provide you with a brilliant insight on how to solve all the problems of the Indian economy with one swift stroke. Until those thunderbolts start falling, life is, to quote the ninth earl, capital, capital, capital.