The Fallacy of Humanity

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A day or two ago, or perhaps it was yesterday, I’m not very sure, we had been informed that the computer elective students would not have class on Saturday. I assume that a bit of explanation is needed, but I assure you, it’s not. Let it suffice when I say that we did not have to go to school on Saturday, and instead we get a free weekend. That’s all there is to it.

Analysing it a bit deeper in terms of reason and progression is in need, or so I thought at the moment it was announced. The moment our teacher casually told our class this piece of news, all the computer application students, including myself, let out a cheer. Not a vociferous one, but just a cheer. The juxtaposition between the look on the computer students’ and the nons’ was apparent. After my initial burst of excitement, I settled down into a little nest of satisfaction knowing that I will not have to wake up next Saturday. What followed in the momentous labyrinth which was my thoughts, was another string of ponderings. One that would bring me a momentary satisfaction and an ongoing regret about the proceeding moment’s humanity, as I like to call it.

I asked my friend sitting next to me, “why?”

“Who cares,” he replied.

And at that moment, it seemed a perfectly reasonable and eloquent answer.

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IIM Ahmedabad MBA 2021. My hobbies include being vague, bending rules, time-travel, and embellishment of words. This is my personal blog where I write on topics ranging from blockchain, to leadership skills and the consistency of jam.

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