Newsletters 2021

Still, looking at the calendar in distaste? Oh right, why would you? I mean, it's the new year, right? 2021?

So many hopes, so many promises, so many expectations and, so many "Naya saal aane wala hai!"

We all had an unspoken resolve to not speak of 2020 again. (Funny how it's an Edboard patent to begin every message with 'last year was excruciating')

Memes flew, virtual meetings flew, vaccine flew, the government also flew (we have an undulated, objective and rational view on politics, FYI)

And thus, 2020 became the hush year.

With "Naya saal" came hopes of a new start, happy experiences, and familial memories. While I would usually argue that it's simply just a cycle the earth completed and just another time we swung around on our tilted axis, nothing changed. The sun rose the same way, the fog faded the same way and, the alarm rang the same way…

But today, I might just humour those hopes, I might just laugh at the memes, I might just write a dozen articles on new beginnings. I might just look forward to the "Naya saal."

Not because I have a passionate hate for the previous year, but because I know that if I could live through that, I could survive this.

While these sentiments are true, for a year, if I dare feel the same for the Editorial Board, I'll have multiple egg-sized bruises on my head. So I won't.

Despite the year being less than satisfactory, the Editorial Board was nothing short of a dream. (It is to be noted here that I said dream and not a nightmare, and this is my genuine, not-so-humble opinion)

With the bittersweet online experience, the team just pushed harder and paved the way for another year of absolute journalistic wholesomeness.

We bid goodbye to our old members with a dramatic, end of year video and began to climb towards a new team, with new ideas, intentions and a support system made of iron.

Our mentors began the hunt for the diamonds in the rough and came up with nothing short of it.

When I look at the team, I am filled with relief and faith about what is to come because I know we'll have each other's backs. Through mess-ups, ignored edits, earful from teachers and, 1 am brain dumps. I know we'll pick each other up when we fall. Or whenever anyone collapses from exhaustion.

It's not just the design or the google docs that make us a team. It is each one of us in all our glory and solidarity that make us a team. Our explosions, rebellions, dust and stars make this a success.

With the promises of dazzling and spiralling editions, we sit here with a proud, phenomenal start into the new academic session for the Editorial Board. The endless list of edits, energy drinks, deadlines, drama and seen zoned messages moving side by side in every step along the way.