Tuesday, April 7, 2020

#DayFourteen


Home arrest is the last theme I could have thought of for our farewell.
- Any final year student

It says 3.20am in the corner of my laptop and boy, how blissful I feel right now! It’s already been eight hours of The Devil Wears Prada (good job, Lauren Weisberger on the book btw, and pardon me for assuming you read my blog!), and I have just loaded my system with a piping hot glass of coffee, now looking forward to slurp midnight-Maggi just after I finish writing this post and go back to TDWP.

Sorry if you missed me and my posts—I hope—for quite some time now. Blogging is surely nothing near what I imagined it to be, but let’s keep aside that topic for later. Reading my posts till now, if you have taken me to be a nearly-graduated (and I hope I reach there without any hiccup, if COVID-19 permits) student relaxing in his lockdown days watching anime & movies, reading Austen books and reliving the old days of Ramayana-Mahabharata with his parents, you might not be entirely accurate.

Though it is true that the lockdown has spared us students from the everyday growl of early morning lectures, rush hour travel and at least in my case, gruelling project work, it’s not all La La Land. All the #OLT plans have gone down the drain, replaced with video calls for no good. There’s a high possibility of having no farewell party, higher than percentage of germs killed by Dettol. All the cultural fests, the marathon and the annual sports fest have been cancelled, much to the dismay of their organising committees who had been sweating it out throughout the year. Our annual art exhibition has been transferred into an online format, at the loss of its ambience. There are no more pizza outings, and no more movie-binge and stay-overs while celebrating the last birthdays of our undergrad life. 

And no, this is not us millennials crying for some petty things—it’s not only the fun part that is messed up. There is absolutely no telling when we will have to appear for any kind of exams. Students with repeat exams and/or backlogs are hanging in mid-air. Students going abroad for higher studies are in complete disarray about their visas, course schedules and scholarships. Students still to be placed have no certainty of it anymore. Add to it a crippled economy which won’t be very welcoming.

And Just—after four years of scraping enough to pass & scoring perfect in a subject nobody ever had, working overnight for fests out of sheer enjoyment and some life lasting lessons in friendships—just when I thought I was finally done with my undergrad life!