Sleepless Nights x-(

A week of thorough stress has oozed out the freshness from our faces. But ask about the synergy. That area seems to be unaffected somehow. The driving force obviously is the struggle to make ends meet, or to be more specific to submit the projects within the deadlines fixed by the Profs. A week has passed since my average sleeping hours got cut down to below five and four hours. I would have lost my senses if this was sometime back. See what the curriculum has done to people like me. I am learning to cope with the stress. And I have stopped wasting time cribbing too. Cribbing only helps to lose time and maybe even bring down energy levels and compromise on the fighter attitude. Realizations, oh my!!! It is 3am now and still in the library, still preparing for a project that has to be presented tomorrow in the morning hour. The report is done and the PPTs are in the process of being manufactured. Tomorrow we have another one and then still another and the next Monday our final term exams commence. Cool!!! Looks like sleepless nights are the trend of the season. By the way the season is probably going in for a better turnover, the cool breeze that was blowing throughout the day kept luring me to go for a walk. The present schedules are too tight yet, that I had to postpone my intentions of having a rendezvous with the new sweet breeze. Hope they wait for me before they go for stronger speeds. I am looking forward to sqeeze out atleast an hour of leisure to let the cool breeze blow soothingly against my face. It is the most beautiful of feelings.

THE TRANSFORMATIONS

Transformations are the essence of human life. This is my view. You may not feel very compliant though. The count on tranformations leaves me in the lurch sometimes. How many transformations have I undergone in this short life span? That should be a considerably large number. Some were cyclic, some nonchalant, some a lot bothering. These tranformations were sometimes my choice, and sometimes they were simply triggered by circumstances. But they were huge in number and they have left me where I am today.

Some of them brought happiness, while some snatched away fragments of life itself. I prefer to think of the happy ones, though the others still make frequent visits to haunt me and make this life tougher. To start with, maybe I could choose my pre-school life. That was auld lang syne, when I was in my rudimentary stage, too naughty and uncontrollable or rather impossible (so Mom and Dad say). They would have almost lost their heads thinking up ways as to how to bring up this naughty little bone. But natural transformations worked up their magic potion on me, though not completely, and I was transformed into the quietest girl in that part of the country probably, so much transformed that not even a single day passed without my parents pleading with me to speak up. I had wished a thousand times that I could be that old kid once more, naughty and talkative (minus the unruly), but alas! the transformation had already done enough harm. Since then a lot of people have ended up asking me questions like "why soooo quiet?", " what is stopping you from talking?", and blah blah blah, at several stages and at several junctures of the journey. I did have frequent transformation sessions once in a while through all this (For instance, my closest friends in school and college always knew that I was not the quietest thing on earth after all).

The next major tranformation was, maybe my come back into nearly the same old frequency after I got caught up in my kinda gang at workplace. They have always been the closest friends. They know me well enough, inside out, as if after a SWOT analysis or maybe even better. The best part is that they make me laugh a lot, even at myself for that matter and I simply love to work those muscles long enough. These group of friends again transformed me, I can talk to them for hours on length, and listen, well, I can listen to anyone, not a problem (classhours are exceptions though, particular cogent forces work like sleeping pills in some particular environments). Then to my present life. People are once again asking me why I keep so quiet. I am just taking my time, and waiting for the next great transformation. It always keeps me waiting when I am in need of it, and when I least want it, it resurfaces with a big thud and bang.

That was just the shortest scene in the play. Lot more to it, but time is lacking and I do not want to bore you people describing more of my take on the transformation "purana". So let me go back to my studies now, guess I have had a good break for now.