The life of a student is indeed no different from those rockets that blast off from nearly every Indian home during Diwali. They won't take the necessary actions unless they feel the heat behind them!
I don't state that I'm any different from them, no, not at all! I too am bound by the same schedule as everyone else. Keeping to this schedule, I was frantically doing my eleventh hour round-up of the entire syllabus, a plethora of notes. Although a fierce looking storm was brewing up outside, I gave priority to this internal storm. I suddenly noticed a bird that had just perched on the railing of my balcony. It was looking for shelter from the storm.
I stared at it as the wind ruffled up it's feathers, as it staggered to stay on its feet even in that wind, as it constantly chirped wildly like someone who has lost his dear one. For a brief moment I started to put myself in its position. What would I have done if I couldn't find a friend in a storm? Would we, the so called "superior being", do anything different from those birds? If no, why do we constantly keep telling ourselves that we are better?
Just at that moment, my eyes caught a glimpse of my laptop screen. There were 3 more notes to follow up, more to memorize. I don't call that learning, I had to complete them in anyway possible. I never realized that nature and studies were the perfect antonyms. One gives you happiness, the other gives you the means to survive in this materialistic world. I decided to study, and so I did.
A little later, I peeped outside, cheating myself, the bird had gone, but the storm hadn't subsided. It was almost as if he came to teach me life's lessons, but I preferred the materialistic world over the preacher's advises. But the final thing was that my exam went well, but my heart remained unsatisfied.