The Last Stretch.
The past week, adrenaline has been high. Have had 5 papers on the trot, no breaks. In fact, as you read this one, am probably preparing for the 5th one or appearing for it, or maybe even dealt with. This is the last stretch. Strangely am reminded of the theme song for Chariots of Fire, the closing sequence where it shows the athletes running on the beach. The week has been good, and hopefully the last one would be the best (best way to sign out, I say). Sadly, the end of the term exams, also reminds me that time at Imperial is drawing to a close with only a few more months left which would be primarily spent working on dissertation.
Murphy’s law they say, strikes at the most inopportune moment. While I might have had a taste of it in the past, there was apparently no recollection from recent archives. So for me the import of the very true essence of Murphy’s Law struck on Tuesday morning. The exasperation that one can feel in such moments can only be experienced. Words can never do justice!!
Tuesday, we had International Business from 10:00 am. After having scheduled the travel time and unforseen delays, starting off by 8:45 am seemed to be a safe bet. However, things started going wrong from morning. Having set the alarm for 6:30 (2 separate alarms, 1 of them actually could be set to go off at 3 different times), I overslept. I did open my eyes around 8:15, at which point I realised I had my phone in my hand ( Wonder when I picked it up!!). Still feeling a bit whoozy and not able to comprehend the circumstances properly, I was galvanised into action as the dreadful message came in from a batchmate, “Piccadilly suspended”. Having dashed out in about 15 minutes, I did a mental math on the time efficiency probability of all available routes at my disposal. Much to my disappointment, the first plan of boarding the district line from Ealing Broadway was dashed, as the first available bus for us for at 9:10 am. That would have been cutting too fine. Cabs had mysteriously disappeared from action too. Finally we did board a train to Hammersmith from where we changed over to district and finally made it to the examination hall 10 minutes late. And now I must emphasize the importance of good preparations, as it was that and a sound understanding of the concepts which saved the day for me, with 5 minutes to spare. I was happy.