Before the Big Day, Behind the Scenes of Our International Workshop

Tomorrow is going to be a landmark day for our college as we are arranging and organizing an international workshop. The campus is buzzing with excitement, but honestly, what I’m witnessing behind the scenes is even more entertaining. Our Head of the Department is moving around like a busy bee, cross-checking every single detail. My fellow faculty members are running here and there, carrying papers, adjusting mics, and making sure every corner is perfect. The funniest part? Everyone keeps asking me the same set of questions “Sir, where is the banner? Sir, what about the seating? Sir, did you check the projector?” And my calm, classic answer to all is just one thing: “Enakku theriyala!” (I don’t know!)

I really wonder why people hurry so much. It’s an international workshop, yes, but shouldn’t we enjoy what we do instead of just doing it for the sake of work? Life becomes so mechanical if we forget to add a pinch of joy. In my mind, I could even hear the background score of “Anbil Avan...” from Pariyerum Perumal as our team rushed past me, or sometimes “Oru Naal Podhuma...” from Thiruvilayadal when someone asked the same question for the tenth time!

Amid all this, I realized something important organizing such a big event is not just about the program, it’s about the teamwork and the memories we create together. The workshop will surely be a grand success, but these pre-event moments the laughter, the confusion, the running around are what will stay in my heart. As I walked through the corridor humming “Unnai Kaanadhu Naan...”, I smiled to myself thinking, tomorrow the hall will be full, the stage will be lit, and all our chaos will turn into perfection.

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