Bust period – When time is not your friend, neither is your mind, and circumstances are close to being absolutely evil.
I am particularly very susceptible to bust periods, a visual representation would be that video clip where a person with slouched shoulders grows grimmer with every step, moves at a snail’s pace, and the rest of the world moves around, beyond, through and across with an unmatchable speed, with an uneasy blurriness composed of incoherent streaks of gloomy colors
Now, this is a weird situation. You don’t seem to require a break or a holiday. Who knows, that bust period might as well be a result of those frequent breaks you took. Coffee, despite being the greatest freakin’ thing in the entire universe might not be required at the moment when your head aches like a bitch for not having slept properly.
So yeah, I’m not advising you to make impromptu decisions a few days before a semester exam and go see snow, on a bus with leg space for Lilliputs, sleep through -2 degrees, stick your thumb out for a lift to some snow capped mountain, trek against 72 km/h gusts on a 50 degree incline with a 25 kg backpack, be ready with a Swiss knife for any cute, hungry mountain dog and have Parle-G substituting nutritious, wholesome hostel food.
Not advising it of course, not holding you against it either.
My bust period subsided the moment when instead of taking the curvy, long road downhill, we cut short the distance by a few hundred meters. We decided to descend directly by sliding downhill onto the road below, on a steep slope, covered with fresh snow and a teeny weeny bit of danger.
Had there been a true, empathetic person, who could have understood my exact feelings and visualize my body’s state, an organism with no hands and a flat butt could have been something that he’d see.
I couldn’t feel my hands. I couldn’t feel my butt.
“I’ve become so numb, I can’t feel you there“
With every foot I slid, slid away my inhibitions, a few clusters of ‘bust period inducers’ and yeah, my trousers too.
I actually don’t know what takes out a person from the troughs of life. Everybody has got to find their own snow laden slide I guess. Mind it, that slide may not (would not, mostly) push you towards enlightenment or something in a moment or two.
It may not be a moment. Might instead be a week, or a month, or longer. Might take some time for you to loosen up and feel free like your 8 year old self felt on that miniature ferris wheel on some beautiful saturday night.
The point is to not get pulled into the deep recesses created by some ‘bust period’, the point is to keep moving and doing something, anything.
Written by Ruhul Amin (2nd year).