I think the biggest challenge for me with regards to this blog right now, is to find the energy and motivation to write here. But that is stupid because I have made myself write through my most difficult times and I am not going to let a few days of circumstances out of my control, take away my drive to keep this blog going and to write every day. Of course, my classes have not even started yet but I have got through one semester before this and I shall try my level best to do that again. But I feel like I am back to square one, like I used to feel on the first few weeks of starting this blog. I was apprehensive if this blog would continue and if I would be able to write every day. But Yashasvi surprised me, she went through hell but she still remembered the blog and for me, that is the most important thing to reassure myself with. Just the fact that I am writing this post right now is something I think I deserve to be proud of.
I have been on campus for a whole of two days now and it has been a good few days. Slightly weird a few times, but mostly nice. My luggage still hasn’t arrived, I called the airport today morning and they had said that it had been dispatched and should reach me “soon.” When that soon is, only they can tell me. But anyway, I managed to bring the thousand things I had from inside my locker and it proved to be a treasure trove. I have clothes and toiletries, stuff that I need to sustain myself for the next few days. I am grateful to seventeen-year-old Yashasvi for the presence of mind she displayed in keeping behind these things because they shall sustain me for a while at least.
Yesterday, I met a girl who had come to my university from rural Tamil Nadu. Her story was remarkable, the amount of trouble and problems she faced and still the bravery and grit she displayed in just being there at university, was inspirational. She had made it past too many difficulties, amidst much opposition from her family and I told her that I would be very willing to help her write her story in English, or if she chose to write in Tamil, to edit and translate her work for her, to help her submit it to wherever she saw fit. I think her story is really worth telling, especially to the people here at university because I don’t think people truly realise how privileged they are to be sitting here. I think it would be really wonderful for her story to be told and heard and read because it is a very important story, a very hard-hitting one at that.
Aside from that, I have been quite disoriented because of the number of unfamiliar faces on campus. It is magnified by the fact that most of the second-years are not on campus, which means I don’t have quite a few friends on campus yet and that feels weird. I cannot imagine an Ashoka without my friends and yet here I am, without them. I think my experience these last few days has left me craving a bit of alone time for myself, without anyone around me, which has made me withdraw a bit from my friends. It is truly not their fault, just that I have too many worries at the moment and I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with people before my worries are solved. Right now priorities are luggage arrival, email complaint, setting up hostel room, cleaning the room, and then figuring out work for when the academic session starts next week.
This semester looks like it is going to be a tough ride and I am scared of the infinite possibilities. I am scared of academics, I am scared of handling my time, I am just scared. And I know me, I know that I hate being afraid, I try my best not to be afraid. Fear makes you dependent, it makes you fall back on others who shall reassure you and have to hold you up like crutches. Some amount of fear may be necessary, but fear as a concept is something I endeavour not to have, not for these kinds of things. But it is difficult–when you are alone, but you also want to be alone, when you sit in your room, your door locked, to stop others from coming in but you also low-key want others to walk inside and pull you out of bed. It is a very difficult place to be in and I don’t want that to be my semester. This semester, I have quite a few jobs to get done and I am going to ensure that I learn to prioritise and make sure I do what needs to be done to the best of my ability. I can do this, right?
And that’s my memory for the day.