Edition 50

herself. Over time, things unravel
like a montage of orchestrated chaos
as she engulfs you in and marinates
herself within you; slowly, and then
all at once.
Au contraire, these days - they seem
slowly sinking, wishfully reminiscent
of the ones when every morning was
an avenue into working with excited
accountability, every day was a quest
to quench the tireless thirst for fresh
experiences and every night soaked in
a gratifying slumber.
Somewhere between the briefly
comforting messages of ‘We are all
in this together’, we stumble upon
some sporadic resilience; resilience
which has been permeated with the
proficiency in navigating through the
crowd at Amul to find your friends;
or ingrained through the patience
cultivated while waiting for Chandan’s
maggi; or the resilience which has
been soaked in you while consuming
the misery sprinkled in the mess food.
So, dear class of 2020, it has been
nothing short of an honour learning
and growing with all of you. In these
past years, I have found the most
passionate and ambitious people.
Dreamers and doers. People who
will never stop fighting for what they
believe in.
In the distant future, we would be
remembered as the ones who faced
unprecedented challenges right
before stepping into the ‘real world’.
Having the infliction of being at the
cusp of this inflection point, we will
be a part of a new wave of problem
solvers who will approach challenges
in a radically different manner
without taking future opportunities
and relationships for granted.
gam zeh ya’avor - because that’s the
only inevitable thing we have, as of
now, to hold on to.
Your fellow batchmate,
Shivam Jha