It Carries Me Along- Part II (A familiar anonymity)

Demand, foreign exchange, loanable fund ‘- these were some words that were frequently striking my ear while Economics class was going on. Attending an Economics class in an engineering college was itself strange but that’s didn’t compel me to write this blog. Well for the information, its under my Liberal Arts course. The words were quite distinctive in the domain of the whole illustration for two basic reasons in (no particular order).

Firstly, these were the terminologies that we needed to remember as a part of our continual effort of pretending to be students of the subject whose vast labyrinth we were still exploring in just to find the slight possibility of our trace of interest lying there.

The pretension perpetually existed so that we could happen to be writing those exams which will not be even worthy of dwelling in our memory as soon as they end. Furthermore, the driven force for all these act were the marks that will officially certify you a fake student whose pretension deserves the applauded appreciation on various level, adding the fuel for the further act of pretension throughout.

Secondly, I was not at all attentive in the class though I was trying to – that’s how I noticed those words. It wasn’t due to disinterestedness but rather due to whole different alexithymia of mine which I was continuously trying to figure out since the very morning.

The eerie scenario was quite apparent from the sight of nearby space where some students were dozing off while some were entertaining the our latest technological fad of mobiles. Inspite of these reasons, I was being the part of the same pool where my peers were.

Anyway, as the breeze of peculiarity made its way through the cliffs of my thought, the sound of solitude echoed in the cranial valley- a sound whose area of influence prevailed across the span of imagination, a melody of solitary reaper so mellifluous as if trying to hypnotize. My encounter with such circumstances wasn’t all of a sudden but it was gradually executed conspiracy of the whole paraphernalia which a student bound to experience quite often.

This semester our schedule was quite hectic and as the enumeration of activities apart from the official academics got incremented, it was more of a nightmare. I would describe the scenario of the night before an exam in my another blog but the consequences started imitating the same on the broader note too. But these are pretty obvious to behold yet you need something by your side to strengthen you.

As I saw my peers succumbing to the pressure, the mere act had a very profound impact on mine. They had the potential to overcome the load and in my heart I believed they would but sometime few sudden words can bother us and that’s what probably rendered my feelings. Its not just one instance, sometimes we encounter sudden halt to our flow because of such transient issues. We have the hope that’s what sustains our never ending trials. I refuse for not being optimistic as hope is one of the biggest drivers in life and giving up on it is tantamount to discounting the divine and all the promise that life holds.

The whole apprehension isn’t due a single factor but rather a multitude of them. Its not just from our side but rather from both and it may leave you in dismay if I holds up my patience to describe them here. In my effort of making an escape from this peculiarity, I try to depict the whole non-fictional scenario in a non-fictional taste in the hope of driving past this wished-to-be fiction. If the caring hand would have lovingly asked, I could have yell out these words but somehow they remained confined beneath my larynx as the former was unknown to this familiarity of anonymity-

You belong among the wildflowers

You belong in a boat out at sea

You belong with your love on your arm

You belong somewhere you feel free

– Tom Petty

Our perspective could yield the whole life to be a mere act of apprehension but as its said, that’s how we learn, gain experience and move on for the next challenge- the peculiarity never stops coming and so the does the life containing it. It just goes on – Zendagi migzara!


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