Now I knw why time is called relative.

Just had time enough to go home and enjoy the peace that only home can give.

Met a couple of old friends, most of the fellas are really busy these days.
Few barely recognize my metamorphosed self,

those who do recognize tell me how much I have changed since school.

Have I changed that much???

Was just hanging around the familiar Charring Cross.

Changes are numerous to mention.
The weather was not what I expected, we were more than able to feel global warming take effect.
Traffic was unprecedented; polluting the best air our lungs could taste.
Charming tea shops are replaced by posh Cafes; not my cup of tea.

At least I got to taste the sinfully delightful choco fudges.

Installed FC6 in Deepak’s system, amazingly it installed without a fuss even in his very latest hardware.
I think he needs a new driver for his sound card.
Had to play only with the grub.conf to increase the timeout to give him more time to boot into windows.

Traveling back to coll from cbe was the most dreadful, packed in that rickety old bus took its toll on my body, over slept this morning and just had enough time to get myself ready to crunch the compiler model test; preparation for which was negligible.

Had to write a processor which mixed around three experiments starting with intermediate code gen through to a loader.
I was just lucky to have it for it seemed easier than writing those bloody parsers.

Screwed up my vivavoce a bit.

Just cant imagine how time passes us by so stealthily.

Couple of days until the sem gets over, after which the models and then the end sem exams, late night strategy games after filling ourselves with tea and hopefully some studying as opposed to learning.

No word even after all this time from mi amor.

All of these changes wrt time makes me question
“Would I be less desperate; had I spent more time when I had the privilege?”

The answer comes with a bang:

For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

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