What shall I write for the description? Is the introduction adequate? Will the course work be repeated? How am I going to complete this? When? And I haven't touched statistics. Riemann is too hard to even think about.
The retired cassette player looms in front of me, gazing emptily at the room. The buttons that once transformed the room into a concert hall have become dusty. Still, their functions during the heydays are there to be seen peeping through the dust. Record, play, rewind, fast - forward, eject, and, pause. Pause.
Some words I penned down, or typed (more aptly) after sitting down underneath a tree, letting my mind wander freely, leaving behind all the duties.. And it was sometime back.
"Take your time off, and relax in the outside world. Sit underneath a shady tree and rest, and leave the world's woes behind. Hear the leaves rustle to the tune of the soft breeze.. Watch the uneasy clouds hurrying through the skyline, for you to see the blue sky.. Hear the birds chatter.. Watch a playful squirrel test his jumping skills.. Feel the soft breeze taking all your pains away, in a way that no air conditioner would have done.. Love the greenery that gives you the purified air to breath.. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the bliss of mother nature.. Heaven's not far away.."
This is not the time to rest, not the time to relax, and type a blog article. Mid - semester exams are waiting to have us for dinner by the middle of this week. There's a virtually untouched course work, with a late - deadline scheduled for tomorrow. But, need a break, need a pause. Need to stay back for a moment, and see how far we have run, without pausing for a moment, in a marathon that seemingly never ends.
A pause to adore the nature which gives us the blissful life. A pause to observe the playful birds, a pause to feel the mild breeze, a pause to listen to the song of a river, a pause to see the sun bidding good bye to the weeping horizon..
A pause to let the creative creature in you out. A pause to pen down a poem, a pause to scribble on something, a pause to sing as loudly as you can, no matter how frightening that can be to anyone who listens. A pause to fiddle with an instrument, a pause to sketch that sight you loved.
A pause to appreciate art. A pause to sink deep down in a carefully crafted novel, a pause to run wild among the thoughts that are awakened from a painting, a pause to feel the pain of the songwriter of a melancholy song.
Yeah, take a well deserved break from the hooligans of the complex world. Take a break from the world where every single thing in your daily routine has become motorized, automated. Don't let yourself be drowned in that automation.
Think about it. Duties are important, and deserve priority, but mind needs a rest. The soul needs a rest. It's those little moments that you'll cherish, beyond all the materialistic gains.
Time's up. Course work is due tomorrow.
