Under stress creativity boost

A day before an exam had been a hit for all the extracurricular activities I could think of, from last few years. Habits have been more tamed than controlled, and still I get reminded of the intentional wanderings during the middle year of my boring graduation. I would write, all that I couldn't write about when exams weren't near, not even close. I would play my guitar and a thousand thoughts in and out of my curious head, probably just to kill time. It hadn't been a problem lately because I won a battle over it somehow during my last year. And even more in Last Year Plus One! Obviously I had to.

I have got an exam tomorrow. I am changing every day. Each moment. If a person is said to have changed in last three months for example, still one can't pinpoint the actual moment of change. Maybe it's in the middle of someone's, who you're listening to, incomplete sentence. Maybe it's between a lightening flash and a drop fall on your forehead. Mediums of energy and communication are strange, sometimes logical, sometimes way more irrational than one's silliest imaginations.

The excitement or hyper-activeness, whatever, is strange.
(Part 2..)

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Control

Sit with me at the back seat and hold the bar behind you or maybe my waist like one of those days when parents traveled on a scooter to fairly far areas of Delhi, with a small portion of that kind of conical front seat left for the younger ones, and stay together with me for our ride. We 'll take our questions and answers and thoughts and happenings to wherever till we feel like as we 're full tanked and full willed. And whatever silly we talk about, we 'll go to the very edges and shores but will stay in control. Sixty one minutes of description of a day particularly full of nothing is just as exciting as is listening to it from the other end of the duo of a wired telephone and a cellphone crying for battery. How about we lose control over that energy we're putting in to keep up the silly work and talk inside out; and feel the straightness of that moment and the silence thereafter!?

Its not that Mr. X wishes for silence right now, listening or Miss Y wishes to shut up because her tongue's dehydrated by each second she amazingly utilizes to fire a round of four words, at least. Neither the realization about the whole silly talk session is bothering them. Tomorrow, because of this and not something more sense making, some part of their lives may get affected.

"So be it!"

But the show goes on.. And we would just not lose control!

To be continued..

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