The Legal Rapist

Ramu and Guddi found love at first sight. They adored each other, talked every night. 
Eventually they got married. A ring in the finger justified everything, It justified all the fighting. 
She was on her period, she wasn’t ready. He wanted it,“We’ll take this slow and steady”
She cried till her eyes turned red. Ramu slept whereas Guddi was wide awake. 
She consoled herself, asked herself to calm down. But the next night, all she could do was frown. 
For this cycle repeated itself, again and again. Till she could no more suffer the pain. 
She looked it up on the internet. Marital rape it said in bold. But who could she have told? 
Society asked her to keep quiet. For it was a matter of shame. The melancholy of the rape was forgotten, as if it was Guddi to blame. 
She didn’t say a word, she did as she was told. She obeyed her master. For marriage is gold 


Do Marks Matter ?

Yesterday was doomsday for every student in my class, yes; you’re right, the marks scored by each student in the half yearly examinations were announced. My class was buzzed with excitement as the first period bell rang; however, as the periods passed so did their happiness. But, this wasn’t the case for everybody. Some of my classmates were overjoyed by their marks.

My partner, who understood science pretty well, scored ‘fairly low’ and was forlorn. He sat all by himself and barely talked to anyone that day. He passed around fake smiles when his classmates teased him, for he tried to hide his depressed countenance.

I was shook; he was one of my dearest friends and seeing him unhappy, bothered me. I tried to make him smile, whispered all the inside jokes in his ears, I even tickled him, but nothing was greater than the grief of the test scores.

I grew even more bothered; ultimately I had no choice left but to ask him what made him score so low. He replied with a sigh, “I don’t know what I was thinking. The day before the paper, I memorized everything, but the moment I was handed the question sheet, I froze.” I hugged him and told him panic attacks were common and that marks don’t define intelligence, knowledge and imagination do.

That is essentially what I want to portray through this write-up. Even though he was the first one to raise his hand in the class and answer the questions being shot his way, he missed the hoop in the final game. But does the finale cover up for the tenacity of the player throughout the game? I beg to differ. 

In my opinion, one test grade cannot measure how smart an individual is. It is beyond the abilities of 35 measly questions to determine if a child is bright or not.  ‘Grading’ someone’s potential is anything but sensible.

Criticism is healthy, a poem

Shedding tears because they say you aren’t good enough,

“You can’t make it anywhere”; a voice screams through your head,

It’s not easy to grow under circumstances like these, 

The flower once uprooted takes its time to grow back at ease.

It might take sometime, but nothing’s impossible,

Did you know that a rose can grow out of its stem?

Imagine your power; imagine your strength

Its buried deep inside you, it’s all within.

You’ve got what it takes to make it,

Don’t let the voices fool you.

You’ll be a champion someday my friend.

I can assure you 🙂

Humans and their audacity

I think i have finally figured it out. I’ve finally figured out what is wrong with humanity, what has made us so ignorant. I’ve finally understood it.

It’s simple, let me give you a hint it starts with you and ends with you. Yes you guessed it, it is you. I don’t just mean you reader, so don’t panic. I mean everyone, including me.

 It all started when we started taking things for granted. When we started sacrificing our entire year into finishing another mission on GTA (we’ve all been there), or stalking our exes on Instagram (who even uses Facebook anymore?) rather than finishing another Chemistry chapter. We stay true to our commitment, let me rephrase that, we stay true to our words as long as it releases quick dopamine( dopamine in layman terms is a hormone that makes us feel happy). It’s like fast food, it’s fast to get and really tasty, but who are we kidding? It made that kid at prom look fat.

We are afraid of commitment to long, strenuous tasks that require real effort to complete. Like remember the one time you said you’d finish the 30 day work out challenge, we both know you stopped after day two. Hard work is like an avocado shrimp salad, tastes extremely bad but hey, Instagram models eat it.

IF (and that is a big if) you want to become successful you need to become cautious of every little thing you do, and always ask yourself “Is it something I’ll regret?”, and if you’re inner conscious screams “YES”, then for heaven’s sake don’t do it.

“The secret of your future is hidden in your daily routine.”