Weekly Diary : Week 30

29 December 2025 (Monday) : The Message That Said “No Rescheduling”

“Why do serious messages arrive early in the morning… when your brain is still half asleep?”

At around 7 am today, a message popped up. It was from the faculty of Food Processing and Analysis. I opened it, still not fully awake, expecting something normal. But the tone was clear from the first line: there will be no rescheduling of presentations. Whoever is allotted a date has to be present on that day.
I read it properly this time:
Group 1 is on 02/01/2026.
Group 2 is on 03/01/2026.

For a second, I mentally checked—which group am I in? Yeah, I am in Group 10. I paused. Then quietly relaxed. We still have time. Not immediate pressure and not next week panic.

And that’s where the real story begins. Because when we have time, we feel safe. We tell ourselves… I’ll do it later. There’s no urgency, no push, no fear.

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30 December 2025 (Tuesday) : A Day That Looked Small

Today, my whole day passed doing writing-related work. That’s it. No sudden messages and no unexpected plans. Just me… and writing stuff.

There were moments when I stared at the screen, not knowing what to do next. Moments where I felt like I was just repeating myself. And then, I did think—Is this even productive? But I still continued.

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31 December 2025 (Wednesday) : The Day I Chose Silence to Fix My Writing

Today started with a simple message from Mice, but somehow, it led me to a much bigger decision. She texted—
Mice: Any idea ki round 2 ka result kab aayega?
Me: No idea, kya pata paas hu ya nahi.
Mice: Tu paper showing me gayi thi, atleast tujhe ye to pata hai ki tu pass hai. Mereko to vo bhi nahi pata.
Me: Next month maut aane wali hai kyuki sab ek saath hoga. Assignment, journal, ppt, viva, exam, practicals…
Mice: Mera to college shuru hote hi ppt hai as I am in group 1.
Me: all the best.

And then… her crying emoji.

That small conversation felt funny and stressful at the same time. Like we were joking… but also not really joking. Because we both know—it’s coming. All at once.

After that, the day went on normally outside. But inside, something was slowly forming. While doing my usual writing and just observing things in the background, I realized something about my story crafting process.

I understood where I was going wrong. The strange part? I don’t know how to properly put it into words. But if I try to explain it simply then I have created a process for writing stories or novels, but I lack execution. Meaning… How do I actually present it on screen or paper? That’s where I fall. That’s where everything becomes flat. And for the first time, I clearly saw that gap.

That realization felt important. But it also brought a different kind of pressure. Because now I know what I need to work on… and I also know that I need time for it. And time is exactly what I don’t have. Next month is already packed—assignments, journals, PPTs, viva, exams, practicals. Everything together. And in between all this, I still have to improve my writing.

That’s when I made a small… but a heavy decision. I decided to stop giving updates. No more sending random writing pieces, no internal monologues, no dialogue practice, no first POV practice.

And most importantly… I need to stop texting him. That discord guy aka mister Stranger. Not because I want to ignore him. But because I know myself. If I keep talking or updating him, something will come up. It always does. And then my focus will break again.

So I decided—I will only text him once I complete all my six novels. Deadline: 31st May 2026.

Only then. So that when I finally share something, it’s not half-done, not AI-like, not emotionless, not spoon-feeding. Something worth his time.

But even after deciding this… I felt unsure. Because earlier, I had told him he would be like an accountability partner for my writing. And he agreed. So if I suddenly stop updating… won’t that be rude? Won’t it feel like I wasted his time? And maybe… I did waste his time. That thought stayed for a while. But then I reasoned with myself. If I come back with something complete, something better… Maybe that matters more.

So finally, I texted him—
“Hola, Feeling weird while saying this.. But I realised my mistake and why you suggested extending the time period by 2 months.”

He replied—
“No issue.”

01 January 2026 (Thursday) : The Day I Got Scolded… for “Studying”

“Have you ever been blamed for something… you weren’t even doing?”

That was my situation today.

I had a simple plan—sit quietly and watch some YouTube videos on the technical side of novel writing. Not actual studying, just… learning in a calm way.

Reality? According to my mother… I was “studying too much.” She literally forced me to go with her. And then came the scolding for studying. I just stood there thinking—What kind of logic is this?
Because the truth is, I wasn’t even properly studying. I was just on my phone, doing a mix of watching and scrolling. But in her eyes, “phone = study” for me.

And then came the lecture—
“Go watch movies.”
“Watch cartoons.”
“Go outside.”
“Go for a walk.”

I mean… I didn’t even argue at that point. Because how do you explain that you’re not studying… when you’re being scolded for studying too much?

So yes, my entire plan for today stayed exactly where it started… in my head.

Because she made me go with her. Especially since it was New Year. We went to the temple. She bought tulsi, and obviously… I was the one carrying it. Small responsibilities, silently assigned.

And just like that, my “productive” plan turned into an unexpected outing. I won’t say it was bad. Just… not what I planned. Salute to all parents who scold their kids for studying too much… even when the kids didn’t actually study.

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02 January 2026 (Friday) : The Day Our Exam Date Betrayed Us

“Have you ever trusted a date so much… that when it changed, it felt like betrayal?”

That was today.

Everything was normal—until it wasn’t. A notice came from the coordinator about the CA1 exam. At first, I thought it would be the usual confirmation. You know, something we already expected. But then I read it properly.

‘CA1 exams will start from 14 January.’

I paused. Wait… what? Because till now, we were told the exams would be from 19 January. So naturally, I read the timetable again—slowly this time:
14/1/2026: Research Methodology & Biostatistics
16/1/2026: Pharmacology & Neurochemistry
17/1/2026: Tissue Cultural & Developmental Biology
Timing: 9:00 am to 9:40 am.

For a moment, it felt like my brain needed time to process what just happened.Five days! They took away five days from us. And I’m not saying I was fully prepared earlier… but at least I had plans in my head. You know, that imaginary schedule where everything somehow gets completed on time.

Now? That imaginary plan collapsed before it even started. Everyone was shocked. The silent kind of shock where you read the message, look at others, and think… This can’t be real.

But it was. And in that moment, one very clear thought came to all of us: We got scammed.

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03 January 2026 (Saturday) : The Morning Plan That Turned Into an Unexpected Mission

I woke up early, even though college was from 10:20 am to 12:35 pm. The plan was simple—go early and visit the library. A peaceful start of the day. But at 8:11 am, everything changed. Our class teacher texted: “Students for skill credits verification under me and MJ ma’am have to report at 9:30.”

I froze for a second. Today? Right now? Honestly, they should have informed us a day before, not in the morning like this. I was under BR ma’am for skill credits, so I had to report. Even though I had already completed all 12 skill credits, verification was still compulsory. At least I wasn’t alone. Mice was under MJ ma’am, so she had to report too.

At 8:16 am, while I was wearing my shoes, she texted—
Mice: Clg ke paas pahuch ke call karti hu, sath me jayenge.
Me: Haan ji.

We reached college around 9:25 am. And as expected, she was just as freaked out as me. Also slightly angry. We kept complaining while walking towards the staff room. We live nearby, so we managed to come… but what about students coming from places like Churchgate or CSMT?! Not very fair. We both silently agreed—management is the worst. (Except the marketing team… they seem fine somehow.)

We reached the staff room and got our skill credits verified. One thing was still pending which was our social activity certificate. It hasn’t been given to us yet. So ma’am said our skill credits are completed, and we just need to submit that certificate once we receive it.

And then came a small surprise. I had completed extra skill credits. I wondered how I managed to do this?! Meanwhile, Mice had completed all her 12. That felt nice. Both ma’ams told us to bring a big label with details like name, current roll number, and admission number.

After verification, we still had time before lectures. So we finally did what we originally didn’t plan. We went to the library. This time, without interruption. We went to issue reference books for the CA1 exam, specifically for Tissue Culture & Developmental Biology. We both issued books. One by her and another one by me.

There was another book too, but we didn’t issue it since it was more useful for a later unit in semester exams. Right now, we just wanted reference books for the CA1 exam. Although that other book was officially issued by Mice, after coming out of the library, I took it from her asking her permission. Surprisingly, she agreed. Because I wanted to compare both books.

After coming home, I compared them. And the conclusion was clear. We should not refer to B. D. Singh. It has short content. On the other hand, Razdan explains things in a way that matches how ma’am teaches in class. So, the decision was made. I’ll refer to Razdan one.