A Silent Night
As the clock strikes 12, I get up from my table, yawning and suppress the overwhelming desire to get back to bed and doze off. But I definitely am not in a position to do that, all thanks to my old habit of procrastination. Having postponed writing my record to the the next week for 7 weeks in a row, I have landed myself in a do or die situation. Tonight's the deadline to finish it or I end up losing a big chunk of my marks in the finals.
After writing for quite some time, I get up and decide to take a walk up on the hostel terrace. The cool breeze and the silence force me to think of what I have been through over the past week. In a duration of one week, I had spent an awesome evening with friends watching a live cricket match at the stadium. I had spent 2 sleepless nights writing my physics record, only to find out that I had repeated some experiments and had skipped the ones I had to actually write. And, I had deleted my best friend's name from my phone's contact list. Yes, things had gone sinusoidal in my life in the past week and I find myself contemplating every moment of each incident, standing on the building terrace under the dim light of the pale moon, with dogs barking in the background. It had been one roller coaster of a week and I needed time to absorb it all. The good and the bad.
The cricket match was a magnificent experience, with the high running emotions, the cheering crowd and the fabulous game. The night ended wonderfully. The days following the match became a little tough. The academics had started to get me. Procrastination isn't good. I learnt the value of this piece of advice my dad had given me ages ago. He had warned me about how things could get wildly out of control if not done on time, and here I was, facing the consequences! I had been postponing writing my record for an eternity and now, I realise that I am in huge trouble! Yet, I became determined to finish things off in time, even if it meant that I'd have to lose something that I love – sleep! So, there started my sleepless nights. Long hours of copying things from the manual and observation book like a Scribe of the Monarch rule. By the end of the second night, I was done. Done with writing and done with copying. But, it was then that I realised I had committed a blunder! Instead of writing 4 different experiments, I had written two of them twice! The third night of writing, tonight, was added to the schedule. In the days in between the maniacal writing and the enjoyable game of cricket, I had lost a friend. I had lost someone who meant a lot to me. No, I've never felt any kind of infatuation towards her. But, she did play a prominent role in my life. She had been my friend in times thick and thin. A smile in my success and a belief even through my failures. She was the one person I trusted the most, after my parents. Yet, we have fallen apart today and it hurts. It hurts to know that a name that stood out in my contact list once upon time, doesn't even exist today. It hurts to know that someone who'd call me up for every little thing, doesn't even speak to me now. I don't know if she's being unfair on me or if I have committed the transgressions she accuses me of. But, all I know is that I miss her and would do anything to make it up with her, and get back the friendship that's been holding us together for years.
My stroll on the terrace ends as I see rays of orange light rising up from the horizon. My thoughts take a back seat as I hardly have any time to complete the incomplete and leave for another loaded day at college. The roller coaster has just started and all I can hope, is that I don't end up throwing up at the end of the ride!
After writing for quite some time, I get up and decide to take a walk up on the hostel terrace. The cool breeze and the silence force me to think of what I have been through over the past week. In a duration of one week, I had spent an awesome evening with friends watching a live cricket match at the stadium. I had spent 2 sleepless nights writing my physics record, only to find out that I had repeated some experiments and had skipped the ones I had to actually write. And, I had deleted my best friend's name from my phone's contact list. Yes, things had gone sinusoidal in my life in the past week and I find myself contemplating every moment of each incident, standing on the building terrace under the dim light of the pale moon, with dogs barking in the background. It had been one roller coaster of a week and I needed time to absorb it all. The good and the bad.
The cricket match was a magnificent experience, with the high running emotions, the cheering crowd and the fabulous game. The night ended wonderfully. The days following the match became a little tough. The academics had started to get me. Procrastination isn't good. I learnt the value of this piece of advice my dad had given me ages ago. He had warned me about how things could get wildly out of control if not done on time, and here I was, facing the consequences! I had been postponing writing my record for an eternity and now, I realise that I am in huge trouble! Yet, I became determined to finish things off in time, even if it meant that I'd have to lose something that I love – sleep! So, there started my sleepless nights. Long hours of copying things from the manual and observation book like a Scribe of the Monarch rule. By the end of the second night, I was done. Done with writing and done with copying. But, it was then that I realised I had committed a blunder! Instead of writing 4 different experiments, I had written two of them twice! The third night of writing, tonight, was added to the schedule. In the days in between the maniacal writing and the enjoyable game of cricket, I had lost a friend. I had lost someone who meant a lot to me. No, I've never felt any kind of infatuation towards her. But, she did play a prominent role in my life. She had been my friend in times thick and thin. A smile in my success and a belief even through my failures. She was the one person I trusted the most, after my parents. Yet, we have fallen apart today and it hurts. It hurts to know that a name that stood out in my contact list once upon time, doesn't even exist today. It hurts to know that someone who'd call me up for every little thing, doesn't even speak to me now. I don't know if she's being unfair on me or if I have committed the transgressions she accuses me of. But, all I know is that I miss her and would do anything to make it up with her, and get back the friendship that's been holding us together for years.
My stroll on the terrace ends as I see rays of orange light rising up from the horizon. My thoughts take a back seat as I hardly have any time to complete the incomplete and leave for another loaded day at college. The roller coaster has just started and all I can hope, is that I don't end up throwing up at the end of the ride!
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