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The Covid-19 Playlist

The Covid-19 Playlist

If you’d turn all that’s happening around you into a playlist, what would be on repeat? With no surprise its “corona”. My playlist was ruined, and I’m sure your playlist was too. The pandemic is truly a killer but what could be more painful, corona as a disease or the mouths that won’t stop talking about it? 

 

Being locked in our homes we find freedom through the internet, but Corona isn’t just spreading across us humans but also has captured the internet. Like a song that goes viral, first, it takes over the internet, then slips into the TV and finally, the popular song is a frequently heard caller-tune. Tipping into the 6th month of 2020 we still are flushed out of our normal lives, with the Covid-19 pandemic bossing us and the digital world. Over 90% of the data around us has transformed into something related to Corona. By the time you read the end of this sentence, I’m sure the word “coronavirus” would have made its way for the billionth time on the digital world through breaking news or blog, and for each line of this article you read something or the other about the pandemic would have sprouted up and gone viral. 3 out 5 things across the internet now is related to the virus and finding a webpage or a social media platform without anything about the virus would be astonishing. The virus is literally viral!

 

The COVID-19 hasn’t just stolen the present from us, but also taken quite a lot of the future. At the end of the lockdown and when we are released, the aftermath will palm us in the face. Conversations, memes, blogs, and more about how the outside world feels will bounce all around the internet. Humorous parodies of settling into the world again will take center stage and corona will still hold #trending, the weather forecast for the internet will likely remain raining corona. 

A few set of people step it up a notch by naming their pets after the virus, imagine a sunny day in the park and you hear a man go “here corona, here buddy” trying to call his dog, or a mother calling her kid “come here COVID” and you probably feel you misheard and it must have been Govind until you realize that it was indeed COVID. Parents with twins born in the lockdown named them Corona Kumar and Covid Marie. Truly rare to find parents who would want their kid's names to be a reminder of a deadly pandemic. 

 

The Coronavirus has tattooed itself over the globe, I wouldn’t be surprised if restaurants named after the virus pop up or famous brands bring in products bearing the virus’s name. I’m pretty sure a movie on the pandemic will release and maybe when ISRO or NASA will discover a new planet they will end up naming it COVID. A quick fact, you just read the Virus’s name 16 times in my article so go ahead and imagine how many times you already have read and heard it, with the future being no exception to more, but nothing remains constant with time, as we progress one day the pandemic will remain more studied in medical textbooks than tweeted about. For now, it looks like the 2020 playlist of life has Corona stuck on loop and replay. Ops! Now it's 17.

 

 

Comments

  1. That's a great write up and I have now become a fan of your work. I'm looking forward for more write ups by you.

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  2. Already a fan of your writing. And this one made us think about the real matter. Proud of u 😊

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  3. That’s a great piece of writing ✍️
    “Govind” my favourite partπŸ˜‚

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  4. You are just killing it man with the writings. Being creative during the corona situation. There's the word again����..
    Waiting for more.. Keep up the good work!

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  5. Amazing....!! Prajwal
    proud of you πŸ™Œ

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