My Open Diary: Ayush Sharma

As I flip slowly through the pages of my latest favourite context, 'Introduction to Physical Metallurgy' by Sidney H Avner, I become deeply engrossed in the properties and the connection of the properties to the physical understanding of the metals and metal working. I just wish to enter a place solace enough to occupy just me and my beloved. The lines and the figures look so perfect and beautiful that I fall in thinking that I was destined to notice the near-perfection of it and as if every word was chosen for an impact. I want to get away, to a lonely place probably! The wall besides me obstructs me and my imaginations. I look at the wall, I find it so intriguing, something that commanded my attention. I look deep in the words that I had scribbled sometime back.            "You are short of words/letters to write, when all you want is to scribble. Damn, this all looks so beautiful, so fairly beautiful. My pencil's tip so ...

Two in the morning and my mind still forbade the body part to rest. I tried changing sides from facing the window across to staring at the table, all to no avail. I tossed like a swarming bee who struggles for enough space to soar. Annoyed, I switched on the tube light. May be, I had had to watch over the sleeping room mates tonight too. Having considered all the options, I decided to look over the books. My heart wanted to pick up the curriculum text, the contents of which were still needed to be summarised in my notes. But the mind echoed, 'this is not the time'. I, over the time had come to believe, studying some syllabi content just after a nap was not fruitful enough. Next to it lay another stack of three copies. Adolf Hitler's face shown on the cover of the topmost one. Oh, it was 'Mein Kampf', his autobiography. It certainly did not top my reading priorities, my mind prejudiced against it, after having read just the starting couplet. An another...