I was on my way back home from my 8 hour library and lecture day which has unsurprisingly become an everyday affair for me. I was literally trying to pull myself together carrying my laptop and my bag and hoping the bus will be on time.
I was standing in the bus stop on this windy evening waiting. The weekend was here and people were ready for their rituals of club hopping to beat the stress they have accumulated over their week on work.
I was stressed too……I am struggling with my work as everything that is taught sounds like Greek and Latin. My performance at present is in no way proportional to my efforts I am pumping in. It is like a frustrated tortoise trying to beat the world sprint record. I am trying hard, but I am succeeding by the toddlers steps.
I am stressed too, trying to make sense of all the cloning experiments and computer programming that is pipelined into my leaky and perforated brain. But below all this stress lies an unseen undercurrent of pleasure, the pleasure that I am stressed by something I like immensely to do. This is what drives me to put in that extra work, work those long hours and spend weekends in the library without complaining. I am enjoying this strain and the grind I am going through. I am determined to survive it all!
People have means to beat their stressed out bodies and minds. Some gulp down their favourite beers with the DJ in the background and others own loyalty to their film idols. Very recently I have started writing some unintelligent blogs like this one to do so…..I hope YOU survived this one!