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COVID 19 Lock-down Experiences: A Pessimist's Musings


So, we have entered the seventh day of the nationwide lock-down that was suddenly imposed on us to ensure social distancing.

We get that it is necessary to prevent the spread of Coronavirus or COVID 19, but how the lockdown has thrown our lives into a tizzy!

Though a lot of positive messages are circulating about how this period has made us pause and reflect on life's blessings, I beg to differ. I am going to be a hardcore pessimist.

COVID 19 has emerged as a larger monster than terrorism and ecological disaster combined. Its cruel jaws are still very active, pulling thousands of victims into them everyday. So it is necessary for us to be holed up in our homes avoiding outside contact as far as possible.

STAY AT HOME is the strict order.

Granted. We are put up at home, without our support lifeline of helps, cleaners, cooks, drivers, home delivery service, restaurant takeaways and deliveries, etc.
Lets see how we are coping.....



Why ME?

Mini wars are raging daily in households on who will do what chore. The unpleasant duties of sweeping the house, mopping, cleaning never ending utensils, washing clothes, dusting, etc. etc. are shuffled between reluctant family members.

However helpful you were in the beginning of this ordeal, doing these chores on a daily basis takes a toll on your energy and enthusiasm.

How many marriages will survive the confinement period?

Imagine being with your spouse 24/7. Even the best of relationships need space to survive. Suddenly, we have started noticing all the flaws in each other with greater insight.

No going out for dining, no movies, no vacations  = more tiffs, more sulks, more catfights.....

Since everyone is at home with limited options of distraction and entertainment, we are at each other's throats every now and then. Some of us are even wondering how we managed to put up with each other for so many years!

Won't be surprised if the number of divorces go up after the lock-down period is over.




What about Mental health issues

What about people with existing mental problems like anxiety, depression, OCD, schizophrenia?
How are they coping this terribly gloomy phase? Without counseling sessions, and even access to therapy, the condition of most of these people must be really worsening.

Watch out for more suicides, breakdowns and self-harm stories emerging after this phase is over.


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Ray of HOPE

Well, if there is a positive, it is the news of the Earth healing itself, of bluer skies, greener grass, happier birds and animals, cleaner air and water, and minimal carbon emissions.

So perhaps Earth has sent us to a corner of the room to reflect on our misdoings!

Mother Earth..Do release us from this punishment. Promise, we will take better care of you and yours.

PROMISE REALLY. 

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  1. I enjoyed this piece. You are really good at asking thought provoking questions :)

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