MBA and Bedlam – ‘Midnight Maggi, Panic & Pull All-nighters’

What you can expect from MBA is life in a whirlwind. Non-stop chaos, perils of unknown origin, and well, simply just tiring. But, amidst this bedlam, there are moments which bring a smile to my face that’s the midnight Maggi sessions with Ekata, Arpita, Arushi and Vaibhavi. But there is something enchanting about us wearing pajamas, boiling water and all people waiting for those noodles to cook. Not really about Maggi mind you, but the chats and shared sighs of fatigue and the laughter increases substantially because everything gets so plain that even these little intervals suddenly look more in some sort of a weird equilibrium.

Mornings with my roommate Ayushmita come with their variety of madness. The alarm rings off, and it begins to be in the race against time: rummaging for clothes, trying to make one decent enough, running out of the door, and then realizing one has forgotten something important. But honestly, we laugh our way through it, for what else is there to do? It’s our little normal-finding a rhythm in the most somber time of the day-morning routines now an endearing part of our daily schedule.

And then there are nights, those nights, which make you question it all. Past midnight, there I am, sitting with Khushi and Arushi, staring at our laptops, hearts racing, trying to piece together research papers that sounded no less than some jumbled mystery. It is there that panic starts to set in, and for a moment, everything seems to fall apart. But then we remind each other: we’re in this together. We sweat out the fear, trading snacks and half-baked ideas until it makes sense-or at least enough sense to get by.

But honestly, it is not that easy finding that strength always. Some days, I just feel like drowning-pressures piling up and all I just want to do is quit, pack up, and run far away from it all. Those are the toughest days: those when self-doubt seeps in, and it feels like nothing is going right. But then I remember why I am here, why I took this path in the first place.

It’s those bad days, those days which make me quit, that matter most. They teach me that it is okay to feel lost and struggle and even fail. They remind me that perseverance doesn’t mean never to fall down; it means getting up no matter how many times you stumble. And on those good days, when they rarely do come, everything just clicks, and it’s pure magic. It can remind you, somehow, that it is all worth it-all this hard work, sleepless nights, and tears.

I just keep going. Sometimes, with the weight of the world on my shoulders, life is one huge lesson in not perfection but showing up, even when it is hard. Know that struggle births strength, and at the end, these moments-good or bad-are sculpting me into who I am to become.