Welcoming ourselves to the serene beauty of Panjab University; it is hard not to wish we had more than the last four months of this course. Noon finds us in high spirits trying to enjoy every second of our tiny hourglass, easily too loud for the neighboring classroom while relearning socialization is its own silent tale for quite a few.
Backbencher vibes are finally here to replace the infamous WebEx boxes and our khush-fus the awkward silence online. A group of known unknown meeting in real time for the first time but off-course it has already been a long time. Despite our countless “kaash” longings; we could not be happier to at least end it online. The campus remains an interesting maze for most while the rest too are glad to be back to their favorite place.
Our endless chit-chat, STUC (Student Centre) vibes and break time Uno matches have been the initial ice breakers as our plans for fun clashed with the internship realities. Within my first two days, my wishful thinking was already planning another master’s course only if getting a job post this wasn’t a requirement.
After the first few days of settling in and traversing different groups; the long stroll with hostel gang and requested library tour with Priyanka T. was definitely worth my aching soles while media literacy felt like long awaited nectar to the few who missed those engaging classroom discussions.
Finally meeting people you already called friends as well as the ones who were only fellow names on the roll call a few days back has definitely been worth the wait.
But, with only a real time of a couple of months left; there is so much to do that Room No. 57 ends up stretching through the midnight everyday only to end up with nothing but scrolling, phone calls and conversations as the air scarcely makes its way.
From our first night dinner at Night Food Street to making most out of our little room; we never knew our dissertation comradrie was only paving way for the upcoming hostel adventures.
Today’s timings made no exception but only reversed the order as blogs had to re-find their way as I could not let go of the day without putting them on paper as it almost felt like a missed writing opportunity just like “Gulab-Jamun” in our not so favorite mess food could not escape our plate with or without the accompanying meal.
PS – Starting the chain; you too please keep sharing thy tales. 🙂
"I know so many of your plans stand shattered Tomorrow feel more terrifying than hopeful
But, you have already come a long way Much longer than you credit yourself for
Take a day or just a breath at a time But just keep going and we shall all be fine"
As you step out of your shell after months, it feels tiring, daunting and scary, all at the same time but seeing your friends somewhat feeling the same is an almost weird sense of solidarity, an unfortunate comfort that we are in this together but then seeing them standing strong just gives you this amazing amount of inspiration. On days, your own guilt of excuses and wasted time is eating you up like fresh meat; writing to your abstract third self as a friend is currently the biggest solace. … Learning to #Keep_Faith and how…like never before … One of the best advices I heard and found worth living by – ‘Just talk to yourself like you would to your best friend if they were in your shoes;’ though most likely they too are in the same shoes right now. #Reconnecting