Not 'Unprecedented', 'Uncertainty' Should Perhaps Be The Buzzword

 

Just this morning, while I was preparing for a second round of siesta, this link had gotten me thinking real deep. It was from a renowned publication based out of Singapore, that mentioned that if the pandemic has been able to teach or promulgate a valuable lesson, it would be the strength and capability to cope up with uncertainty.

Who on earth could have imagined spending an entire Navratri locked up inside the house, not taking an active part in Garba presentations, or 'Dhunuchi naach'? To a Bengali, Durga Pujo is one festival that one awaits all through the year, and as we still exchange our Bijoya pleasantries, our countdown for next year's Durga pujo begins already. Most of us hold the opinion that 'To delay is to err', and perhaps just in this case, 'to err wouldn't be as human as we deem it to be.'

Yet, this year perhaps all of us were searching for the reset button, and deeply hoped inside, if the same could be working wonders, when all we got were the never ending pause button, that didn't seem to budge a bit, despite several unlock guidelines. 

Speaking of it, perhaps Nostradamus himself couldn't have prophecised Bengalis to observe Pujo socially distancing themselves from each other, and flaunting sanitizers instead of their outfits and hairstyles. Perhaps everyone had unknowingly come to terms with uncertainty, uncannily and unknowingly.

With the outbreak of the virus in Wuhan, none could have imagined it to be so carcinogenic, wherein the huge geographical distance doesn't act as a barrier to make one feel the tremors within and outside. It's now that we have gotten used to it. The numbers don't seem to rattle us anymore, as it did when the virus paid its first visit.

It's now that we don't seem anxious anymore to hear our peers being out of jobs or facing salary cuts, we seem to have made peace with it, and how much ever we want to put up a valiant face stating 'this too shall pass', we falter each time, but try to hold on the vigour and not lose hope. 

Thing is making assumptions are easy, and so are making predictions. Yet, coping up with this amount of uncertainty, if not impossible, definitely seems far fetched. As I write this, I secretly hope and would like to believe that hope some day this uncertainty matures itself to the zenith, and we could soon observe a Pujo sans masks.