STEERING BETWEEN SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS
One Monday morning as I was scrolling through what seemed to me as an endless series of messages, someone gradually raised the question of arranging a get-together for the entire batch. What I believe erupted as a rather impulsive question quickly aroused everyone’s interest. The Monday blues were quick to disappear and everyone engaged in vehement planning. I dismissed it as one of the many hangouts the so-called popular people in our batch would organize. But the number of people who joined the list was quick to increase and in a jiffy, it crossed fifty, which meant more than three-fourths of our batch had decided to show up. An acquaintance of mine who I have had a couple of subject-specific conversations with was kind enough to message me urging me to come. When I said that I wasn’t familiar enough with anyone and hanging out with a bunch of people like that was the last thing I wanted to, he explained to me in great detail how important this event was to get to know people who...