Wright State University

Wright State University

Welcome to Wright State University Chapter!

Before giving you a sneak-peak of my boring-inspirational journey to the United States, I would like to thank all the people who struggled and pushed their efforts behind the brand South-Asian Productions and I would like to extend my gratitude to the strong backbone behind this establishment ‘Ms.Trisha Batra’! This seems to resemble one of those advertisements that they used to play in the theatres BC at the beginning. I guess you are a bit confused with the term BC. BC is an acronym commonly used to represent the term, Before Christ but, pardon me what I meant was Before COVID. Honestly, I can’t foresee the world without COVID in the next few years. I apologize if I broke your surreal imaginations of travelling all over the world or going to Disney land and the trip that you’ve been planning to go on with your friends for a long time. Trust me, been there done that. For real, If there was no COVID, there would still be other things which can act as a potential obstacle to abort all your ‘Zindagi na milegi Dobara’ plans like our neighborhood wala aunty who’s very good at minding other’s business than her own and also spicing up my life by using some of the standardized statements like, “Your Daughter needs to stop posting dance videos on YouTube” or, “Your Daughter need not raise her voice” or, “Your Daughter can’t survive in a foreign country”. But I have done all these things exactly opposite to her views. I started dancing, podcasting, modeled for a few shows, anchoring what not! You name it, I would do it. But what people don’t know out there is I am also pursuing a masters in one of the most challenging branches- Renewable Engineering at Wright State University. No-no, nobody is going to care about what you study. I am still waiting for a person to acknowledge what I study hence, it’s not for myself I chose this branch, it’s for the benefit of people, to change the facade of our environment, to change the fate of lower-standard people who are facing hardships to get basic necessities like electricity. Wow, very emotional! Okay let’s skip this emotional track. What I am saying is, I wonder why they do not really care about what we study. One of the reasons might be because we do not post pictures like pictures of day to day classes and follow up stories on social media about studies. Believe me, I got judgmental views when I told people that I am a dancer, and I have got more or less the same amount of mixed views when I tell I am a podcaster or a model. So, to avoid this misconception I just went ahead and edited my Instagram Bio to Masters in Renewable Engineering and then I have seen some real reverence and random jealousy. Yes, I agree getting a degree like this is a blessing but what most of our south-asian parents need to realize is choosing a career in any field should be a blessing! 
I hope my mom does not read this because she is a very creative person. She knows how to roll perfectly round shaped chapati’s using a rolling pin and she also knows how to use the rolling pin against me if I blabber real stuff. Let us talk more next time because I know you are bored and quarantined just like me. In the meanwhile, let us look at one of my best poems. Wait didn’t I tell you that I am poetic as well?

Lockdown
From people hustling into each other busy lives with hasten, 6ft distance has now become a big fashion.
With trembling fears grown from this assumption, we all are waiting for our dears to speak with some affection.
Even a little sneeze in the breeze has now become toxic with this raising fear of pandemic.
From god bless to get rest!
What has this done to our lives?
Just bought a bottle of sanitizer and a fresh bag of wipes.
Even the dirtiest mind is now sleuthing for cleanliness in their hand.
Haven’t we learned this before?
Or is it just another phase to explore?
                                                                                                                                                   
 -A short poem by Mili Nikitha

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