#1. First take-off.

Cigarettes and chocolate soy milk, my companions. Typing with a sprained right hand and twisted left leg(and a highly twisted mind due to recent events). 'Explosions in the sky' blasting off in the background along with the wall clock going 'tick-tock-i'm -gonna -give-you-a-major-mind-block', a hideously painful reminder that currently i am "un-studentefied". Yes, that is a word in my personal vocabulary defined as 'A highly pressurized University student forced to take up "a light semester" due to "unforeseen circumstances". '
 

I am a victim. A victim of an idle mind. A victim of lost apathy. A victim of life's devious itinerary. But i beg to differ; my life isn't and hasn't ever been like a roller coaster. Its more synonymous with an international airport with halted operations due to an electrifying explosion of some dormant Icelandic volcano named "PURSCREWDUEYOU"
 

Chaos and reduced visibility. Aircraft's grounded and thousands of people stranded. People who started out with a set itinerary, a confirmed seat, a set destination, now scampering about the airport like a bunch of homeless chaps. Miles away from their loved ones, they wait day in and day out for the smog to clear. For a flight to take off. They don't care about the direct route or a business class seat anymore. All that matters now is getting to their destination , hail come or volcano explode.

Downfall and a bleak future. Everything that the heart ever built, gone and all habitual tendencies left alone. I started out with a set plan, a confirmed agenda, a set destination. Yet now am left wandering around aimlessly in the smog of abrupt change. A change though very transient, yet leaves behind a persistent renewing memo - always expect the unexpected. I am apathetic towards my previously set plan nor do i want to take a comfortable path- a yet unearned luxury. I am waiting for my life to take off. Take -off in the direction of my destination, come detours or missteps galore.