The Last Goodbye

Chapter 5

It was 5:30 in the evening, just two more days were left for the students week to start. Divya's mornings would start with numerous meetings with the faculties, then with the HODs and then with the CRs. When that would be done she would have to take updates from the PR who were still clueless even after giving so many instructions to them. She couldn't understand what new method was to be used to make them see things. She really hoped that for once the professors headed to what they had to say and let them handle the online PR especially when she was the one working day and night on it.

When finally Divya went back upstairs in the boys common room. The sight over there was horrendous, huge numbers of people had crowded the place, there were fights going on and the president of the Degree section seemed anything but lost. Divya looked beside her where stood her president Aisha, the two shook their heads at all the mess that was going on over there.

"I really don't understand how we are going to get it done...especially with these idiot lots." Divya said out loud. For the first time she felt dejected and helpless and clueless at the same time.

"Same here. Divya, please talk with the other people. I will see what's going on in the cabin." Divya nodded her head as Aisha walked into the cabin and she kept her bag at a side. She really needed to get rid of that. Divya had just turned around when she felt a tap on her back, turning around she came face to face with a very disturbed Simran.

"Are you okay?" Simran asked, as she studied Divya's exhausted face.

Divya so wanted to heave out a huge breath and scream out how things really weren't right. Half of the budget was yet not sanctioned, the celebrities who were to be approached by some guy had all of a sudden backed out, now she had to handle even that, the president though had her fair amount of work which included taking feedbacks from here...she wished would have taken some amount of work from her and given a bit of attention at least to the Technicals. She remembered when she had last asked her to do that, she had said she couldn't really do that because she didn't understand the designs.

But then there was that time when they had to work on their hoodies and she had convincingly taken up that project, not that Divya minded anything...just that if only Aisha would have looked up on certain other factors as well. Divya was surely frustrated, however she couldn't really tell this stuff to simran at least not now.

But she was glad that Simran, Nandini and Rishi were there on the team, over the days when things wouldn't be working simran had wonderfully outdone herself into handling things single handedly, Nandini herself had found her way into doing things on time, there wouldn't be any excuses, no complaints from anyone for this department...Divya was happy just like that of last year even this year's documentation department was sorted. She had even heard Ms Maheshwari complimenting and saying "Ohh that chotu Nandini will handle things very well you give all the documents to her, she had been quite particular with her work."

And then there was even Rishi, where Divya had thought that he would be one huge problem, he had come out to be as a solution, be it handling things at the very last moment. She remembered how a few days ago Aisha had said that she didn't believe in Rishi, Divya had been quite pissed with it for it wasn't Rishi who had gone and asked for responsibilities, it was Aisha who had asked him. The very next moment Divya had called up Rishi and asked him to back off, she would accept everything but she wouldn't accept if her teammates were to be doubted by anyone, she knew well who worked how, and when need be she would let them in just the way she had asked Rishi to look into the banners and the posters. And just as Divya had known he had outdone himself making her proud of him even more.

She knew Rishi was mischievous, but at the same time he was the most reliable person when it came to works like this. And there was no requirement of giving justification of that to anyone... she had always believed in showing people how things worked, rather than talking about it...and her friends had as well done the same.