मैं पल दो पल का शायर हूँ। पल दो पल मेरी कहानी है
April 03, 2020. Been almost 2 weeks with the lockdown due to COVID-19. It’s scary. The virus has a growth rate of almost 2. That means, it grows exponentially.
I have been trying to refrain myself from negative thoughts, not writing my thoughts into any journal entry or notes. I am experimenting on how I can sedate my anxieties and crises. Right now Sisan Baniya’s vlog is being played in the background. These past few weeks I had been trying to focus myself on learning new things, reading good contents, and above all focusing my research on computer vision for the startup I am currently engaged in. Me and my colleague were able to implement a paper from scratch for detecting table-like structure from a document image. We have our own version of implementations for the paper. The results are turning surprisingly good with the detector. Today, I was able to merge the experimental code into an independently working framework.
Other than that nothing’s new. Oh yeah! I have started doing calisthenics again. I have form a “proper” habit of going to bed early and waking up early. I think that’s good for me, especially with the lockdown in place. I was planning to start my personal newsletter (for which I had started compiling things but failed once again!). I guess just like other things, it will be procrastinated!
I have been partly successful in not overthinking much. I guess. Yeah, I guess! That’s how life has been. Just guessing about the unknowns, how it is going to be in future times to come, looking back at which I might have some other type of interpretation. Just imagine yourself in a future version of your own “self” that’s writing about the past. Your future and the past getting tangled in some mysterious ways. That’s what I feel about writing. It has been a way of my life I guess, since I have almost no one to talk to that can just sit here right beside me and just listen; listen like there’s no tomorrow. Like the world’s gonna end in a nuclear apocalypse. Whenever I start writing, these sorts of thoughts just keep on flowing like there’s an uncanny river being blocked by walls of wavering stones! I guess I am starting to waver now, drifting in a rabbit hole of life being fragmented among the vastness.