Doodles of the Insane

Disclaimer: The Author does not promote the following activities in the study holidays. This might backfire on exam results. Hence strictly do not try this at home or hostel!   Being a faculty in a college has its own perks. You can actually reflect on all your crazy endeavors of your glorious past as a student and make an elaborate post about it, just at time, as your students prepare themselves for their exams, and you try to inculcate a sense of optimism into their’s. The following are true events of my life during various levels of   pre-exam preparation. I was a class 10th student in 2002. CBSE board exams had arrived. “The first major test of our lives”, “If you do well in class Xth and XIIth, your future is secure” - that was the way, they had propagated to us. The lies kept on mounting and we were brimming with empty promises.   Studies came naturally to me. I didn't have to put an effort. Maybe it was in my gene. But I never felt peace until I had

She craved it. A desire to see him, one last time. There had been too many “last times”, that she had lost count of it. Every “last” time became a time “lost” in serenity with him. Such was his ominous presence and magnetic charm. His eyes were so intense that staring into his, was one of the easiest way to get tranquilized. And she preferred it, the same way, every time. Just she, him and the peace inside her. She would sacrifice anything for that peace. Above all, he was the reason, she stayed sane amidst the chaos of her mundane and rickety life. Life was pretty good to her. A loving mom and dad, who raised her up with enough freedom to practice her choices. An elder brother from whom she imbibed those qualities of virtue. A husband, whom she admired for his friendship and counsel. She had a job that she loved. And it paid for her necessities, with ease, apart from the bi-yearly vacation to those exotic locations of the globe. Yet, there was something essential m

So you think,   You are the Columbus   Of this island of misery? You are the castaway   Of this remorseless way? You are the outcast   Of this alienated exile?   Can’t you see the footprints   On the sands of time? Can’t you hear the cries   Of the bygones? Can’t you appreciate the signs   Of the passerby? Can’t you feel the pains   Of the fallen? What makes you think this melancholia   is strictly reserved for you? Why do you wanna make Count of your sorrows? Why do you wanna be Monopolistic of your sufferings? What pleasure does your pain give for being the first of the worst?   And still do you think You were here first?   You are just like Columbus.   You didn’t discover it.   You just landed, where   A million already lived through.   - Jattz P.S. We are all mere passengers through these eternal problems.