Workaholic

Last year I had promised myself that I wouldn’t work a bit in my final year. I wouldn’t give my name to be part of any event management team, I wouldn’t write for any of our institutes publications, if I do participate in a competition, I wouldn’t be the one organizing the team for it and I wouldn’t teach for the talent hunt program. I would just be really laid back, not having much to worry about except the usual assignments and exams.

Little did I know that these were all empty promises I was making to myself. By the time summer was over, I was already itching to get work on my hands. In fact even though my internship had reached an end, I had this urge to tell my supervisor that if you need any work to be done after my term expires, you can email it to me and I’ll do it from home.

As the semester began I began hunting for things I could do to keep myself busy. I searched for available TA-ships and chased teachers to adopt me as their assistant, but unfortunately couldn’t find any suitable openings. I registered myself in the girls’ sports society as an office bearer, in hopes of getting into a leadership role and eventually won the position (don’t ask me how :p). Suddenly I find myself taking oath, emailing campus authorities to shift sports equipment from here to there, planning the budget and the sports year with the manager of the society and gathering girls to come try out for one sport or another. I agreed to be part of the editorial team of a magazine that get published by one of the societies and soon enough was busy asking people to contribute and making contributions myself. I put together a team to participate in one of the competitions that is run by a MNC every year at our institute. I applied for a campus ambassador program about which we received an email from our career development centre and God knows how I’ll manage if I get selected for it.

My schedule has become extremely topsy turvy and though I do not show it, I secretly enjoy the crazy chaos I’m surrounded with. Guest speaker sessions held at the oddest hours provided the strangest insights into how consumer mindsets work, how market research is conducted, what are major global trends. I’m actually finding myself checking out books from the library in an attempt to get more information on the subjects of my interest. One thing that’s strange for sure is that when I look within myself I cannot find any feelings of sadness at this being my final year at the institute. I’m actually feeling quite content, not exactly ‘glad-to-be-out-of-here-at-last’, but happy that the journey was a good one. That it was worthwhile and that most of the decisions that were taken along the way were good decisions. Perhaps the bitterness will settle in once I’m in my final semester but I do not guarantee it.