Elastic Graph

For the past one hour I tried everything, shifting in bed, going under the covers, listening to good music, bad music and almost everything less of popping the pill. I give in. I am not going to get sleep whatever I do. After having a long day; working in two offices of two different cities, traveling in the bus for 240kms, with countless bones of body in pain and yet no sleep. Fair enough. Tonight the only charm of Helsinki for me was the prospect of quiet dinner at one of the Indian restaurants, which never materialized. I had to do with burgers because there wasn’t time. On my way back, I profusely cursed Helsinki for having only -5 C when we had -21C in Hameenlinna.

My mind goes back to those experiments we did. There were two kind of material ductile and brittle. When increasing load is applied to a brittle material it reaches a point and snap breaks. This is the yield point. When increasing load is applied to a ductile material, after a certain point, it does not snap breaks but starts elongating. It won’t break but keep on elongating, resisting the stress with its basic character i.e. ‘ductility’. How long? After a while it will give in and break. It also has its yield point. I somehow feel that experiment decrypts life of an individual.

When we are kid we have the entire world in our fist. We want to achieve everything under the sun. With passage of time we recognize the reality. The list gets shorter and priorities change. May be we reach a point when there is only one entry left in that list. We chose to go ahead for that entry forgetting every other thing in life. Can you compromise on it? I guess no, or else you reach your ‘yield point’. But how much of control one has in his life? No one has control over the greatest event which goes a long way in shaping one’s life. Where you take birth will decide the society you live, people you interact, places you study and possibly the culture where you work.

I can’t think anymore, but it feels good to take it off my chest.