A growing pack of students is enjoying the 'joy of missing out' in Kota, the cut-throat coaching hub of India. Pressure, stress, tension and fear are alien words for them. Find out about the carefree lives of these JOMOsapiens
Kota, July. “Are you going to take my picture as well?” asks Amit Kumar as he stares at an innocuous camera. The protruding lens is all set to capture the raw emotions on the face of the young boy who came to Kota a year ago. “Now this will definitely add stress to my life,” says the engineering aspirant from Bihar and breaks into a hearty laugh. A bunch of his friends cackle as well. The cheerful lad poses for the camera, but requests not to publish his images. There are too many Amit Kumars in Kota and Bihar, reckons the happy-go-lucky guy. “As long as you are not showing me, my father won’t get to know,” he grins. “Nahin toh baap maar dega [Dad will kill me otherwise],” he chuckles.
It’s noon on a bald Tuesday in Kota, Rajasthan. Kumar has bunked his engineering coaching class—he has been religiously doing so over the last 12 months—and is chilling out with his friends at Romantic Chai Wala, a cosy tea outlet nestled in the bustling coaching lane of the city. “What’s the point in going to classes?” asks the 17-year-old student, who has completed a year in Kota, and is now in class 12. “I know I can never make it to IIT. But I have to pretend that I am preparing for the exam,” he smiles. But why pretend? Don’t you feel bad wasting time, years and money? “No,” comes a quick and blunt reply within seconds. “I can’t argue with my dad,” he says. ‘Nobody can. He just gives orders, and all of us in the family have to follow them.”
A bureaucrat from Patna, Kumar’s father always nursed an engineering dream for his son. “I had always been an average student,” confesses Kumar. “I never topped my class or school,” he says, adding that he wanted to become a fashion designer. The dream was ruthlessly crushed. “IAS ka beta darzi banega [The son of an IAS officer will become a tailor]?” was how Kumar’s father mocked him. “Spend two years at Kota. I want to see you as an engineer,” the father ordered his son, who assured him of giving his best.
The assurance, and promise, brought peace and happiness. “He was happy,” says Kumar. “And I am happy.” But what after two years… once it becomes clear that his son couldn’t clear his exams? Would it not have been better to tell him that you are not made for engineering? Kumar smiles. The problem with him, he underlines, is that he doesn’t listen. “He would have made my life hell back home,” says Kumar. “So, it’s better to spend two years here,” he grins. “And I am having the best time of my life.” No stress. No guilt. No parents. Nothing. Students, Kumar points out, in Kota live under stress, fear, expectations and pressure. “Some even die. It’s terrible,” he says, adding that from the parents to their kids… everybody is living under FOMO [fear of missing out]. “Have you ever tried living under JOMO?” he asks me. “You too came to Kota because as a reporter you didn’t want to miss out on this part of the story. Right?” he continues with his searing probe. “You also had this FOMO,” he laughs. Kumar’s blunt assessment made me ponder how life can be without stress. “Join the JOMO club,” he takes a dig at me.