And it happens yet again… This is being repeated way too many times, and still it has caught me unawares. It is true when people say life is unpredictable, even when it is as predictable as a clock running on time.
Two weeks back I was having the time of life. Exams had just gotten over, and my head was filled with all the wonderful ideas that I had been secretly planning regarding the post exam period. They were some wild, crazy, brilliant plans which I was super excited about. You know how it is during examinations, isn’t it? You can’t help but dream about the time you will be getting rid of the anxiety and headache that is a part and parcel of exams. The time when you can afford to be carefree, a little less responsible and a tad bit reckless. Sounds too good to be true!
And it was too good to be true. Like every other time I was dumped with a whole lot of work, started attending a new batch of classes and everyone around me forgot their ‘lets-be-accommodating-’coz-she-has-exams’ routine in a jiffy and resumed their former not-so-caring behaviour.
I feel it weird that every time I go through the same beaten path, and yet I find it unexpectedly unfair.
It is funny how attitudes change when you say you are working for an important test or report, etc. For eg. my family will take care of my every need to the point of being neurotic and over possessive. I appreciate it with all my heart, but it gets inordinately ridiculous sometimes. And the moment the work is completed, they will go back to their usual bickering, demanding self, as if now that I am ‘one ‘ stress free I can take on another stress, meaning- them. I would appreciate it more if they would not change their demeanor even during my exams. At least it will not lead me to a false sense of hope.
Even with relationships, with anyone may I add. You start getting comfortable with a person, everything is just dandy. You are enjoying the company, the closeness, the matching of wavelengths. And then wham! Everything starts to spiral downwards, the reason being your certain expectation has crashed and there is no looking back from that.
It is like a pathetically scripted film which builds on the suspense for a solid 3 hours, and then it ends with such an anticlimax that all you want to do is tear your hair for wasting your precious time by relying on some unknown person’s warped sense of creativity.
But what’s the point in cribbing. Life’s like that isn’t it?