Mouthpiece

Seriously, i never seem to be tired of finding new metaphors to describe how i feel from time to time. Right now, the ‘Golden Object That Describes Me Best’ Award goes to – pressure cooker. My world seems to be in a compulsory steam cycle just like the one a pressure cooker follows. The steam collects, the pressure builds and everything looks so calm and under-control for a certain period of time and then whash-wheeeeeeeeee goes the whistle. Right now i’m the post whistle phase. Implying, i’ve just been out of a really confusing, really draining, really loud period extending a few days. A lovestory that never ended, another one that i didn’t know when it started, disastrous 3rd sem results, throat infection that snowballed into a week of fever and weakness, emergency ticket booking to home, the wheeeeeeeee of whistle reached deafening crescendo. Now, at last, at long last, i’m basking in post-whistle glory at home. Yes i’m home again.

I was thinking that there’re so few interesting things to look forward to, nai? Personally, professionally and spiritually everything is looking gloomy and essentially tinted with boring hues. Personally i’m confused because i’m afraid. I have to take big decisions asap, and i’m afraid of making bad choices. So the gloom. Professionally, the result was so bad that it’s incredulous. I can’t seem to be accepting the fact the result is so bad. And spiritually, i’m not even giving it a thought. Everything is looking fake, even the Valentine’s Day.