Standing in the background, watching all my friends at JNUCF work their lids off, grumble about all those who don't, and get back to work all over again, I get nostalgic. This time, last year, I was growing bald trying to pull out my hair juggling choir practice, term-papers, brochure writing and ‘silly-game invention’ at the same time. It is that time of the year we all wait for…
Advance Christmas! One of the biggest festivals JNUCF can organize, (given our limited time and our present organization skills). Working for this brings out the best and the worst in us, draining us completely by the time the show's over.
Murphy (the "the bread always falls the butter-side down" guy) said (at least I think he did) that passion over work will definitely lead to over-working, leading to physical and mental illness.
Thankfully, Murphy's laws don't work in JNUCF, the reason being, (of what I've noticed) everybody's readiness to laugh. The most stale jokes, the most juvenile pranks and the silliest sarcasm always gets a good guffaw. That's why when you stare up at the ceiling at night, (coughing away because you've been out in the cold too late) running through all the events of that tiresome day filled with running from one place to another, there's not a trace of bitterness felt.
Murphy's laws don't work because when you're lying down after all this with fever, you know that your friends are covering up for you (as much as they can), and the patchy presentation we put up in the end becomes so memorable only because of all the love that's been poured out.
Murphy's laws don't work because in the end, you're not working hard for yourself, but for somebody else. We definitely see symptoms bordering onto physical and (mostly) mental illness, but the reason is not because you’re hurting, but because you’re just tired after a long day of sometimes thankless work.
This is a tribute to all my friends who must be chopping wood for the Christmas Informals night right now. As an ‘alumini’, listening to you guys cribbing about work, not quitting my job to take the fastest auto-rickshaw to campus and cut wood along with you requires great self-control. It’s not because my present job is more hectic than yours but because the best part of Advance Christmas is not the event in itself, but all that time preparing, setting up before, and the dismantling, the photo-sessions and the photo-shop experiments afterwards! God bless you all!!
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