"We Will Never Be Here Again"

All normal people love meat. If I went to a barbeque and there was no meat, I would say, "Yo Goober! Where's the meat?" I'm trying to impress people here, Lisa. You don't win friends with salad.
-The Simpsons by Matt Groening, spoken by the character Homer Simpson

I received admission confirmations from all the five universities I had applied to. I have received I-20s from two of them till now and third is expected soon. I might not be getting I-20s from the other two university because I am not pursuing the formalities they ask me to complete. I have booked my visa interview slot at the US embassy for University of Texas at Dallas. It is the best of all five universities I had applied to and have received an I-20 from. The average GRE score of international graduate students studying here is well above 1300 and I will find a lot of competition there. They already had a strict cut-off of 1200 which, alhamdulillah, I had cleared with 10 points. Allah, as always, will decide if I should get the visa and go to Richardson or if I should catch up with Infosys in July.

It's always nice to know what I am going to do when sun comes up again. It gives good sleep with a smile on my lips. Though there were small things to be done some day or the other, I hardly found that kind of sleep. I am finishing it taking around 9 hours of rest in every 24 hours. Just that I don't sleep for more than 5 hours at a stretch. It's all fine alhamdulillah. I already have some of the visa documentation papers ready which was completed by my mother. In the coming days I have to pay visits to a bank and a charted accountant who will help me with having necessary proofs of sufficient funds belonging to my parents and evaluate property.

After sleep, it is Facebook that takes the most of my time. I don't do much there - just browse around. Solitaire too seems interesting before something else catches my attention. Then it is music till I get bored again. I am not able to read much - I simply don't get the right energy to move my eyes over printed lines. There is so much to be read and I will regret if I don't finish before I don't find time for it. Somehow, tomorrows come and go and I sit silently not understanding what to think. This at least is better than thinking what was left incomplete. Something seems to be left incomplete but I am not able to conceive it.