I wish it was Vienna – 26th May
Let me just put this out there: applying for BPSC Civil Services Exam is absolutely exhausting.
Not even the fun kind of exhausting—you know, the one after a good workout or a long night out. No. This is the soul-sucking, form-filling, document-scanning, “am I even doing this right?” kind of tired.
But here’s the thing: the exam date is 26th July.
That’s roughly two months away. And two months? That’s enough time. Not plenty. Not luxurious. But enough. I keep telling myself that like a mantra.
Anyway. Today was one of those days where the clock just kept hitting snooze on my energy levels. After being completely drained from all the work—emails, prep, just existing—I finally sat down for a late lunch. And guess what? It didn’t even keep me full for two hours. Two hours! I was already staring at the fridge again like it owed me money.
Even V wasn’t satiated. Which, if you know V, is rare. She has the appetite of a sparrow on most days. So when she said, “I’m hungry again,” I knew we had a situation.
We decided to cook something good. Something proper.
But then—life. She’s been travelling back and forth from SAU, taking her final exams. And honestly? They went really well. She told me she got three questions that she had coincidentally prepared while riding the metro. Can you imagine? The universe just handed her that one. She was glowing when she told me.
But the exhaustion caught up. She crashed. Fell right asleep on the couch, mid-sentence.
So I did what any reasonable, hungry person would do. I quick-comm'ed a few things. Raided the pantry. And decided to make a sub each for both of us.
Nothing fancy. Just bread, whatever looked good in the fridge, some sauce I found in the back of the door. Paneer I grilled, rest, you know the drill!
But oh. My. God.
It turned out to be so tastyyy. I’m talking messy, dripping-down-your-chin, need-three-napkins kind of good. A proper mouthful. The kind where you take a bite and just go “mmm” with your eyes closed.
And the best part? It filled both of us so much that we didn’t even think about dinner. No evening snacking. No “what should we cook now?” Just pure, post-sub satisfaction.
The philosophy is simple: You eat well so you can study, not because you're escaping. Today, I could have let the exhaustion win. Could have ordered bland takeout, scrolled mindlessly, felt sorry for myself. Instead, I made a damn good sub, fed myself and V, and called it a win. That's the discipline no textbook teaches you—the small, quiet victories in between the syllabus. Two months is enough time, yes. But only if I treat every single day like a brick in the wall. No drama. Just consistency. And sometimes, a really good sandwich.
So yeah. BPSC paperwork drained me. The clock is ticking. But today? We had a late lunch, a metro miracle, and a homemade sub that saved the evening.
Happening day. Good day.
Now, if you’ll excuse me—I have two months to get my life together.
— PS.
PS here is the image of the Sub in case you're wondering what it looked like:
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