CAN WE FINALLY ADMIT THAT WE ARE NOT, AND WERE NEVER, OKAY?

SAYS YOGITA DAKSHINA, ENCOURAGING EACH ONE OF US TO BE THE ‘BEAUTIFUL NEIGHBOURS AND SUPPORT SYSTEM’ WE ARE EXPECTED TO BE DURING THIS PANDEMIC

- YOGITA DAKSHINA

I speak from a space of supreme privilege when I say this: this lockdown has been the happiest thing that has happened to me in years. Insensitive? Very. But if you are gramming your post-workout glows, aglioolio recipes, and jabbering gibberish, every day – it’s just pot calling kettle black now.

Until two months ago, I would be dragging myself out of bed to catch a flight or get to work, even on the worst days of my period cramps, my questionable (non-existent) sleep schedules and my absolute ineptitude to process my own emotions and stay in bed. Because despite the ‘you are not your productivity’ vibe around me, I am guiltily a part of this hustle culture that validates my existence. (I blame my mum really, but hell you can’t be female and respected here if you don’t follow some unhealthy systems can you?)

So obviously, for all the times I dealt with my anxiety attacks at office washrooms, this two month long stay-at-home, have-minimal-human-contact,work-in-your-undies-after-ugly-crying, worked! And guess what, my body is so happy that for the first time in a decade, my PCOS allowed by uterus to do its job two months in a row – on time! But as I say this, my friends are either speaking to therapists or avoiding any kind of news to not get triggered into a rabbit hole of panic. And middle class house-wives across the country are questioning every single life-decision they had ever made since saying yes to getting married, because all the men and children in their lives are now at home – all the time – demanding for food, attention and TV, in their two bed-room household (not) meant for 8 adults.