Coming back to life

As most of you are quite aware that I generally make it a point not to miss out on hackeneyed quotations.
This again is one of those but the way I intend to deliever it is I believe not exactly same as it was used!

It's around 7 p.m. on wednesday, 21st September and I am sitting alone in my room fabricating my
party which is scheduled tomorrow night and at the same time trembling with examination
blues. Amidst all this my mind apparently came to terms with something that probably would have been lurking in my subconscious for quite sometime.
To put it in a very simple words, it was about 'change'.
I felt as I was looking at flashback with everything running in front of my eyes as if it appeared a moment ago, so fresh, so new and yet so old! Philosophy had never been my cup of tea but still this flashback unlike many others in the past created something akin to a butterfly effect. It would be pardonable if someone like me fails miserably at expressing my tryst with the butterfly effect which may arouse any interest in the reader's mind and this is precisely the reason why I finally decided to write this!
As I was just sitting quietly in my room a chain of thoughts ran through my mind
The traumatic experience of last few exams in kharagpur did have their role to play in this I believe.
It went back to an awful thermodynamics exam which I had last sem, then further back to 1st year and so on. I was more than astonished to think about how time passes and in the process how it leaves a mark of
its existence on us.
Time is I have heard the best healer of the things. I can go a step beyond that and would say time is the ultimate solution to all the problems anyone's faces. Just a few days back, caught in a deep trouble I could not help but panic as my usual reaction goes! The agony of the moment unified with the magnified intensity of the problem was all over my face, when a friend of mine who definitely was even in a graver situation than me just told me one thing which I would never forget in my life. He said, "In these type of situations what just counts is how much can you hold on to your never!"
My immense trust in him made me blindly follow his advice (maybe exaggerated) and retrospectively speaking, I don't seem to have been in any trouble whatsoever at any time.
There are so many times when all of us feel like crying , just feel as if the world will come to an end and then....in retrospect everything is just as fine and fettle as it was before.
The vicissitudes of human beings or rather the universe is so excedingly well organised that things
no matter how awful do they seem at times, finally seem to fall in place all by themselves with time.
No one probably would have ever thought 3 years back that I would end up in a place 2000 km from my home, taking something as unique as M.Sc.geophysicsdoing and then changing to something as obscure as energy engineering, on my way would lose interest or rather develop a kind of hatred towards maths of all the subjects, start drinking...social drinking this is, start and successfully quit smoking and probably a lot more. And.....
....I hear that clock again...10 minutes to 8. The reallity jolts me back to my senses, the duties I must complete as a part of my sojourn in this place haunt me or rather just guide my conscience. At the back of my mind though the butterfly effect blatantly refuses to let me remain at peace. It just settles on a deal that it will take the backseat for some time. I get back to the studies. I open the book and start fantasizing about tomrrows party then a bit further to the end of the semester...end of my my engg and then who knows!
At the moment though, I am 'coming back to life!'