Deadlines and the Undead

We are all creatures of the race, we are fed and nourished on competition, we thrive in a climate of pressure, we are unrelenting, we are XLers. I had heard tales of last minute submissions that happened after an effort of 36 straight hours and I had presumed they were tales of men and women who had no skills in time management whatsoever to boast of. I had assumed that my tale would be different. But, I am after all another. My first b-school submission happened 24 seconds before deadline on the 16th of this month, we were the last group to submit on time. In the end it was a relay run from the learning center to the library to the admin block to finally landing at the appropriate room just seconds before it would have been closed, denying us a just hearing at the 'prayer' hall - god forbid. It was one month's effort that had culminated in 48 hours of hig drama and had finally concluded on a happy note after all (Notwithstanding the grade that might be offered after evaluation). If that was a lesson, what followed was an education when back to back papers were submitted on 20th and 21st . It was nightouts galore this week, and it was hungry stomachs and sleepy eyes that roamed the campus these past few days. An unaccounting project had driven the other batch to the edges of their sanity. Amidst graphs, articles, essasys and transactions we had lost all sense of reality. We were awake and yet not, we were dead and yet not.

But its over, atleast for the moment, the quizes and the end-terms coming up in the next 2 weeks seem so far away that i dare take the time out to write these words. Some of us have an adventure trip for the next 3 days. I for one think we deserve the break. Its 3 days, it is 72 hours, it is a boon.