The lack of excogitation will I hope be seen with sympathy, if not empathy. In the past few days, the mind has been stuffed with a whole lot of numbers, graphs, concepts, cases, formulae, what not and what more. It just broke down about an hour ago resisting any further infusion.

We have our Term II exams on 18th and 19th. The time is running at breakneck pace, allowing the mind little time to recuperate and get a sense of what it is being battered with. The body is in no better state, what with sleep deprivation and bulimia.

‘Trauma Transforms’ was the most interesting buzz-phrase on the campus. It was easy to talk about and fanciful to use. People have gone to the extent of fancying to transform trauma itself. Now with trauma really getting to us and deforming our being in the ways we have rarely been used to in the last many years, the phrase is the most loathed.

As we undergo this experience, I eagerly but with hope look forward to a transformation that was intended, but not emerging on its own. As an HBS alum had put in his article which was circulated around – Transformation is fine, but into what?