Profound solitude. Its 1 am in the morning of a Friday. I have a class test today. On ic engine. And for the last few hours I haven’t been able to concentrate on any part of the engine whatsoever. Dunno what the problem is but I keep hearing all that is going on around me like the dialogues of the serial playing on the tv in the drawing room. And I keep pondering over them. Different things. One of them surely is the degradation of everything concerned with Indian serials. But that’s a different issue. I tried to close the door and study. But, In vain were my efforts. Some kind of irritation maybe, that affects me. Has to happen tonight of all the nights.

Solitude. That’s what I started out with. That is what I am feeling right now. I haven’t switched on the fans in my room and so they are quiet. Everyone has gone to sleep. The only sound is coming from the compressor of the refrigerator and rumbling trucks and buses and speeding cars outside. There is a strange stillness in my room. Its such a silence that one can hear his thoughts, twisting , turning and taking shape inside the head. Maybe its this sem symptoms again. I do get depressed rather frequently during the sems. Seems the bell inside my head starts ringing and starts shouting, ‘wake up, waaaaaakeeeee up….you haven’t done that chapter, that calculation, that sum…’. Happens I guess. To every bunking, bungling, shirking, lazy student. But got to give the sems. Cant run and hide, can we?

Well, back to the engine then I guess. Jawan, aagey badho…