Shaastra is just a few days away. And it means a lot.
You cannot differentiate between weekdays and weekends. Sleep seems to have gone on vacation. Cash flows like water. Offline is a word of the past. At any given point of time, you have atleast four gtalk windows open, talking to people from four different departments. Your phone never stops yelling. Cell phone is free. You know that all your bills will be reimbursed. Every minute, you either read a mail or write one.
Books cease to open. Room accumulates dust. Posters go up and old posters are torn down. Status messages tell the current event news. Tempers run high. Coffee is the drink of survival. Flight tickets are booked. Cheques are made. Monies are transferred. Excel sheets are generated like random numbers.
Excitement is in the air. This is the beginning of Shaastra.
Your mind is fixed on the one that you have always dreamt of. At the back of the mind, the professors are shouting and asking you to submit assignments. Deep in your heart, you want to get away from the world. Switch off yuor cell phone, disconnect the internet, and give up coffee. All you want is a nice sea breeze blowing in your face. You want to soak your spirit in silence. You want to sleep soundly on the sand. You dont want to see another person for miles around you.
The time will come. But for now, it is business....at the speed of your hearbeat.
