Finally I am following the food pyramid, climbing my way on to Maslow’s Hierarchy, and implementing McGregor’s theories. Finally.

After fully living out my teen years, all the night-outs, self world records of staying up at night, junk food rallies, being grumpy about mornings, and blaming the universe for the way it works, I am on my way to finding nirvana now!

My to- do-list finally has more crosses across it, I am filling in more colors to my room every day, fixing in some décor time in between studies, worrying less and doing more. Because I have found out the truth: it is possible.

This is the ‘new and improved me-now with a secret formula!” I have ended my hostility with the treadmill, included a diet that all my family, friends and even strangers begged, compelled and tried to force into me into. I finally know what it feels like to follow the ‘early to bed, early to rise’ thing- a silly myth to me all these years. My creative juices have never been juicier and I think I just may want to wear a cape now.

I actually count calories off the brownie mix packs, set schedules at the dawn of day till the dusk of day and go to bed without any grudges, dissatisfaction, regrets or over analysis. Yes. Quotes are finally making sense!

And the secret formula?

Its like when you are on the 9^th “O” of the “GOOGLE” search and you still haven’t found the precise website that satisfies your exploration, that’s how exhausted I am.  The curtains are drawn before I even get time to spread ‘em apart, my sweetheart laptop is tired of being hot now, and its as if each time I turn to type someone subtly pulls down the blinds to nighttime, because the moon awaits to see my longing for another past day. 

The agenda to be achieved runs constantly in mind’s OUTLOOK with the set beeps and reminders and pop-ups that I have enabled because amidst all the workload, I need time for lots of other things. There is nothing more wearisome than being idle and thankfully I do not have a yawn to spare. 

Even with the silence that dawns when I study, there are so many noises that I have to listen to: of social relations, of parents, and of all those who are too special to not share my day with. And I am back to being the lil cranky, the lot hyper, the questioning and demanding and crazy me! And its exactly what I need.