Weekly Diary : Week 31
05 January 2026 (Monday) : The Seat I Liked… Until It Was Next to a Basin
During practicals, the journal content for the subjects of BR & MJ ma’am was given. Ma’am explained the instructions, and the experiment—basically the written content—was shared in the Official Practical Group. Experiments like—
Media preparation
Explant preparation
Result & conclusion of 42 & 49 pg
Seed germination
Extraction of Casein
Protoplast fusion
Extraction of starch from potato
Zak method and Pyne’s method
So everyone started writing. I also opened my journal and began. At first, it felt normal. But then… there was my seat. Right next to the basin. Usually, I like it. Because my roll number is 10 and I get to sit at the back. It feels calm there. Less noise, less attention, more space to just be.
But today, it felt different. It genuinely felt like my journal was half inside the basin. I tried adjusting my journal, my posture, even my patience. And somehow, I managed to write whatever was coming in the group. And for the first time, I quietly regretted that backbench seat I usually like so much.
After coming home, I checked my phone. The coordinator had sent the portion for the CA1 exam. Another reminder that things are slowly getting serious.
Then MJ ma’am sent a message, “Biotech association meeting for members at 11:30 am tomorrow and attendance is mandatory.”
I read it and moved on. I’m not part of the biotech association. And my skill credits are already completed and verified. So there’s no need for me to attend that meeting.
In the evening, Tissue texted—
Tissue: What experiments are going to be checked tomorrow.
Me: BR – 1,2,3,4 and MJ – 2,3,4
In between, Mice also texted me asking the same thing. So, I forwarded her the same message. But then she said she won’t be able to come tomorrow because of her health issues. And then came her worry. What if ma’am gives a late remark?
I paused. And then replied, “Don’t worry. Ma’am will understand. She won’t give any late remarks.”
06 January 2026 (Tuesday) : The Night It Started to Feel Like the End
“When do you realize something is slowly coming to an end… without anyone announcing it?”
Today felt a little like that.
In practicals, a few experiments got corrected under BR & MJ ma’am. One by one, pages were checked, marked, and returned. It felt normal on the surface. But then again, the remaining experiments were given in the same session. Experiments like—
ph of food sample
Changes in the requirements of Zak and Anthrone method
Anther culture
Callus induction
Lowery’s method
In short, write more and complete more. It felt like a quiet push towards finishing everything. As if things are moving faster now.
Later, HOD ma’am texted that there will be her lecture at 7:45 tomorrow which means tomorrow the online lecture won’t start at 8:30 am. It will start earlier at 7:45 am. I read that and just adjusted it in my mind.
At night, I sat with my journal. Writing and turning page after page. And slowly, I was almost done with the journal content. That “almost” felt important. Like reaching the last few steps of something you’ve been doing for a long time.
In between, Mice texted me again. She said she won’t be able to come the day after tomorrow as well. And asked me to keep the BD Singh book for a few more days. I replied normally. Then I sent her my journal content too. Just in case she needs it.
After that, Tissue and I chatted about journal writing late at night and around 12:30 am, I texted Tissue—“Aur issi journal writing ke saath TY khatam hone ka silsila shuru hota hai, good night.”
I didn’t overthink it when I sent it. But after sending, I paused for a second. Because it felt true. This journal… this writing… this routine, It’s not just work anymore. It’s a sign that things are slowly ending. And something else is about to begin.
07 January 2026 (Wednesday) : Finishing a Journal While Pretending to Listen
Today’s online lectures were going on. Technically, I was attending them. But in reality? I was writing my journal.
One side, the lecture was playing. On the other hand, my focus was completely on finishing those pages. I just wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. So I wrote.
All the experiments that were shared in the Practical Group—I completed them today. And somewhere between listening half and writing fully, I finally finished my journal. That small moment felt… relieving. Like closing a task that had been sitting on my shoulders for too long.
But in the middle of all this, one message stood out. MJ ma’am texted about PTM.
Date: 24/01/2026
Morning session: 8:30 am to 10:30 am.
Afternoon session: 11:30 am to 1:30 pm.
I just stared at it and thought—What the hell? Our CA1 exams haven’t even happened yet… and they are already sending notices about PTM. It felt too early or maybe everything is just happening too fast.
By evening, Tissue texted me, asking about tomorrow’s plan. I replied simply, “I won’t attend lectures. I’ll go to the library instead.”
She said she was also planning not to come. That made it feel a little lighter. At least I won’t be the only one skipping.
08 January 2026 (Thursday) : A Library Day, an Early Exit, and a Result That Didn’t Feel Simple
I didn’t attend lectures today. Instead, I went to the library to prepare CA1 notes. It felt like a better choice. For a few hours, I actually prepare notes. Not perfectly, but enough to feel like I was doing something.
Then, Maahi texted me, asking whether I was in college or not and we ended up going to the station together. Usually, I wouldn’t leave this early. I prefer staying till the end, just to feel like I’ve completed the day properly. But today was different. Tissue wasn’t in college. Mice wasn’t there either. And Maahi… She’s my school friend.
So I decided to go home early. We walked together, just talking normally. At one point, I randomly recorded a vlog and asked her to say hi. She did. It felt like a small, fun moment. But when I came home and watched the video again, I noticed something I hadn’t seen before. Two guys behind us… waving “hi” at the camera. I didn’t even notice them while recording. I just looked at it and thought, okay… that happened. I guess both guys were extremely comfortable or extroverted.
While I was eating at home, BR ma’am texted to submit the social activity certificate. I paused. What? Why suddenly? And more importantly—the certificate hasn’t even been properly received yet. So why ask for submission now?
Then came the funny part. The certificate was actually sitting in the spam folder of our college mail ID. Tissue and I decided to text our mentor, informing that we weren’t in college. Luckily, the mentor agreed that we could submit it later. That small “okay” felt like relief.
Later, HOD ma’am texted about the 4th-year orientation.
Biotech orientation: 13/01/2026
Time: 11:00 am to 12:00 pm
Another date was added. Things are moving forward too fast… whether we feel ready or not.
By evening, Mice texted again saying round 2 results were declared. She told me to check and I did. And Huraay!! I passed. For a second, I felt relieved. But that feeling didn’t stay for long. Because her result wasn’t showing. The portal said—“examination result is on hold.” And she started panicking. What if she failed? What if she has KT? I could feel her stress through the messages. I knew—stress is not good for her as she’s still recovering from her major surgery. I wanted to say something comforting. But honestly… I didn’t know how. I’m not very good at consoling. So I said the only practical thing I could think of, “We’ll go to the examination cell tomorrow. Don’t worry. It must be some technical issue.”
And on top of all this, there was no official notice about the result. As if we are supposed to magically know that results are out. Literally, worst management.
09 January 2026 (Friday) : A Small Task, a Big Relief, and a Hidden Book
Today I went to college for a very specific reason—to submit my social activity certificate to my skill credit mentor. That was it. Just one task. I attended the lectures after that, but my mind was mostly on finishing what I came for. After lectures, Tissue and I went with Mice to the exam cell. Her result still wasn’t showing, and I could sense that quiet tension in her.
When we reached, Tissue told her to check again, right there. Mice opened the portal. She waited and then it showed. She passed and just like that, the tension disappeared.
After that, the day became lighter.
In between all this, Tissue sent me a book titled ‘As Long As the Lemon Trees Grow.’ Just reading the name and looking at the cover, I felt an instant urge to read it. Some books don’t need explanation. They just pull you in quietly. So I asked her if she could give it to me. She hesitated a little. Then said it’s not her book, it belongs to her cousin. But she also said she could give it to me after asking her cousin. I decided to wait for her cousin’s permission.
A few minutes later, she texted, “Mai chali book chupane varna mera bhai le lega.”
I laughed. And replied, “jaldi chupao jaldi chupao.”
After a few minutes, she replied, “Done.”
So basically, she hid the book from her elder brother. I don’t know why, but that whole moment felt funny and… a little cute. Such small things, but they stay.
10 January 2026 (Saturday) : The Morning Plan That Changed… and Everything That Followed
“Why do plans fail at the exact moment you start depending on them?”
That was my morning. College was from 8:30 am to 1:20 pm today. Yesterday, I had planned to go early with my sister. Her lecture was from 7:45 am, so we decided to leave home at 7:00 am.
It sounded perfect. But this morning… I got betrayed by my own sister. She decided not to go to college. Just like that, my entire plan collapsed before I even stepped out of the house.
So, I immediately texted Tissue—
Me: hola. Vo gadhi nahi jayegi, mai tumhare saath jaungi, 8:30 ka college hai na to 7:30 ko nikalte hai.
I waited. No reply. And suddenly, I realized something—I didn’t want to go alone.
So I texted her again—
Me: bhai mujhe chhod ke mat chale jaana, nikalne ke time text karna.
After a while, she replied—
“ok.”
That one word felt like relief. We left home around 7:46 am. Not exactly as planned… but still managed.
The rest of the day moved into assignments. Today was the last date for the IDC assignment, which was to prepare a PPT. And honestly, I spent a lot of time on it. The task was detailed:
Think of a business idea
Name and describe the start-up
Identify the problem it solves
Explain what it offers
Define customers
Show how it earns money
List resources (people, materials, equipment)
Estimate cost and income
Mention possible difficulties
Explain why it can succeed
Around 20 slides. Creativity encouraged—logo, tagline, everything.
Instead of doing something random, I chose a biotech-related business idea. It felt more relevant.
After spending so much time on it, I managed to submit the PPT just a few hours before the deadline. Just in time.
Apart from this, the images of experiments were shared in the Practical Group and I felt a little overwhelmed. Because those images need to be printed and stuck in the journal soon. And this time, it was only for BR & MJ ma’am which clearly means… more journal work is still coming because SD ma’am and GP sir are still left. So basically, this isn’t over.
On the Official Message Group, CC texted, “On Monday, that is 12/01/2026, journal checking for both BR & MJ. From Tuesday onwards, late marks will be given.”
11 January 2026 (Sunday) : The Day a Nap Cost Me Time… and Taught Me Urgency
“Have you ever planned your day perfectly… and then lost it to one small mistake?”
That was today.
I got my periods in the morning itself. The plan was simple, which was to complete my journal. Especially the sticking work. Meanwhile, Mice texted me. She was confused about which images go where in the journal. I told her I’ll share pictures of mine once I complete it. My written part was already done, so I thought it wouldn’t take much time.
At least, that’s what I believed. Then afternoon came and I slept. When I woke up, it was around 4 pm.
For a few seconds, I just stared at the clock and then it hit me. Half the day… gone. I quietly cursed myself. And to make it worse, I hadn’t even taken printouts of the images yet. So now, everything was delayed. The first thing I did in the evening was to text Mice and apologize.
Then I rushed to the xerox shop to take prints.
After that, the rest of my evening and night went into journal work. Cutting, sticking, arranging… making sure everything looks proper. Slowly, page by page, it started coming together. And just when I thought that’s enough for today, BR ma’am texted, “Submit the completed journal for corrections tomorrow at 7:45. No pending work.”
I paused. No extra time. Just tomorrow morning. So I continued and finished everything. Once done, I quickly clicked pictures, made a PDF, and sent it to Mice. Finally, I was done with it.
