A file here, another there, a “New Folder” propped open on one side, 5th copy of the picture I just scanned, wait.. A whole bunch of the these copied pictures, and not just a single one in fact multiple copies poking out of different sites. This is just the beginning of the Pandora box! So far I was coming across files being copied once, or twice or maybe just five to eight times, but at least their labels were self-explanatory, the next thing I unearth is a file having a weird, yes weird assortment of documents and pictures and files I do not even remember compiling. Going through the history tries to remind me they belong to a time four years back, being compiled for the reasons must-have-been-known-to-me-but-aren’t.
This story is not about how I keep my stuff in my cupboard, No! It actually depicts my situation of a few hours back when I tried to rid my digital system of all the unnecessary files and folders. It was a Pandemonium, a silent one, of course, but I discovered such fascinating stuff which I never could have imagined was collected by me if it wouldn’t have been my own system. Files upon files of notes, which have been printed and stored in hard copies ages ago, stupid and idiotic pictures clicked by excitement, uploaded on facebook but forgotten all the same. Folders revealing research articles downloaded for presentation purposes but never read or even opened except for the moment they were downloaded to check their length only. The situation doesn’t end here, in fact it haven’t even started when I connect my USB and go through it!
All this made me realize that I might be very careful while handling my stuff in the real world, making disapproving noises and snide comments at those who are messy at a level beyond my tolerance range, but as soon as I enter the virtual world, I do not allow my neat-freak mind to take over, making copies of stuff I do not want and storing things which will never be of any use to me, even if stored for an entire lifetime. I do not consider the fact that occupying that space for such stuff is making me get more and more USBs ultimately claiming a little but space all the same in my real neat world. Even if that point is ignored, the worst part is to clear that stuff out which demands time and energy and a greater amount of perseverance to admit the fact that I COLLECTED THIS JUNK!!
Pause whatever you’re doing, and ask the person nearest you what they’re thinking about (call someone if you have to). Write a post based on it
The person nearest to me.. My sister is exactly sitting next to me right now, Solving her mathematical problems, and this is something she had been doing since morning, without bothering to move my glance from my notebook screen I ask her,”What are you thinking Yumna?” (She doesn’t ask me the reason to ask such a question because she hersrelf had already read the day’s prompt.) Her response was a glare of surprise and her exasperated-cum-sounding-obvious words were,”Which will be the next step in this question.” Hmmm… Now what do I write about it, things which comes in my mind are:
- I absolutely hate maths.
- Thank God I don’t have any typical math to do anymore as I am doing my Honours in Microbiology.
- The two of us are so different man..!
And as I am winding up this post she shouts, hurrayyyy.. I got it I got it, I am so stupidingly crazy..!! (She completed the thing she was after since 3 days. ;))
I haven’t been writing for a long time, the reason for this is that I simply did not have time, with my studies going tough and all along with the pressure to complete a story I began with about a month ago. The story I am writing is a fan-fiction of Harry Potter and I have been working on it every morning in my van. Anyways, I got quite deviated from my topic today, I couldn’t resist writing today because of an interesting addition in our course today. Actually we were provided with rabbits today for laboratory purposes, we didn’t do anything much today except for the “introduction” i.e cuddled by some of our fellows, but all I wish is that they’ll be alive once we’re done with them, i.e injected all our immunological stuff and antigens in them. Even though the day was horrible over-all for the entire class, but I guess the rabbits were one tolerable infact quite a nice part.