The Perceptionist.....

It has been about weeks and months passed, the virtual classroom doors remain closed as the final end terms are almost coming to a closure and the monsoons have once again drawn in as the season has already begun, with heavy rain lashing to and fro in and around areas and places of Goa. An intolerable silence and anxiety fills the mind as the young adult lays there in the confinements of his house, waiting desperately and anxiously for the final exams to get over in hopes and aspirations to jumpstart into his dream career and ambitions that he has in mind to pursue in the near future. A cloud of endless thoughts and gruesome worries fill the entire atmosphere, compounded with the stillness and solitude of the otherwise quiet and peaceful village exacerbated with the ongoing pandemic and dire sufferings that have characterized the climate all over the state and in all parts of the world. There is this constant and nagging uncertainty that today leaves us youngsters filled with lot of do...

A new day has dawned. A string of endless WhatsApp notifications is what fills the entire place, as I lay patiently waiting for the professor to send the Google Meet link in order to begin the class. And as I lay patiently in anticipation for the link, a thunderclap of voices fill my head as I try to keep my composure in order to set myself up well for the day..... As the meeting begins, a feel of loneliness, a feel of disconnect clouds my mind as I try to convince myself and make myself feel that I have occupied a virtual seat in the class. A lot of people who are now just mere profile pictures on the screen, the convenience of messaging on chat boxes and the prolonged silence in a virtual atmosphere as the professor starts the lecture brings in a feeling of desolateness and anxiety as I try and adjust to this so-called 'new format' of classes. Professors have turned into mere podcasters as they try to expend their knowledge with the rest of us on call, the frequent occurrence...