Beginning of the end

 February- the month of realizations, is finally here. In this month some people realize their love for the next door neighbor girl when they get dolled up in sarees for Vasant Panchami, while some less fortunate people, like the medicos, are faced with the realization that more than half of the exam syllabus is left to be covered with less than 30 days to go. As the shortest month of the year brings bittersweet pangs of love for some people and all-bitter palpitations for upcoming exams for others it stands apart from the other months as the torchbearer of change. This change takes place in our routines, our mindsets as exam tension exhausts most of our thinking capacities, in the weather around us as winter takes a bow for the time being and in the number of cups of our beloved chaye we consume per day.

Sometimes exam season makes one weirdly productive- some people find time for exercising (something that is easily forgotten on normal days), some lazy bloggers dust the cobwebs off their creative writing skills and get back to work, while some voracious readers complete entire novels on a single day just to experience the thrill of reading forbidden books during the exam season.

While at other times the mounting pressure proves so great, combined with the sleep-inducing weather that even a cup of coffee becomes a z drug which easily lulls one into a comfortable sleep, followed by a surge of tremendous regret after waking up, scrolling through some shorts to clear the mind of guilt, and falling back to sleep with a 'clear mind' after an hour of idle scrolling.

Routines prove useless, all plans fail, study group doubts send chills down one's spine as one realizes that they are from unseen and unheard-of topics, and mostly friends keep piling up their depression on one another so that the net depression level of the group never steps down from the constant high value. 

With so much on one's plate even the Valentines week just round the corner seems bleak for the hapless medicos. While February brings in so much trauma it is also the month we cling to for dear life. We fervently wish the fragile February a long long life just to prevent March from marching in with the heavy load of the formidable, preposterous "MB", whose full form evades us even as we appear for it one last time.

So let some good memories and sarcastic observations bring light into this February. Get ready for a series of trips down the memory lane in this series of entries, so that we can all hold on to our leftover sanity as we prepare for the least awaited arrival of our "Most Beloved"(MB).