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                                                   When we don’t meet expectations and are met with lack of success, we are called as ‘failures’. The word in itself feels embarrassing and painful to hear because we all have had downs in our life. And sometimes, there are certain failures that we had that were impossible to turn into a successful endeavor: like a demolished building.   As students, our failures feel more pronounced and un-forgiving in this ‘winning-is-everything’ society. We feel like our score in every subject is the endgame. Even the best students encounter an obstacle, no matter how much they had planned out their day. Failing while procrastinating and passing time is inevitable. I have failed because of it, you have failed and so has everyone. Purposely not putting effort and knowing that you would probably face consequences is ...

    Again, this is a NEET-centric story taking place in the same classroom but during a different subject. That subject was physics and thankfully, the lecturer was a very chill and humorous person. Humorous lecturer or not, I still had no intention of attending those classes whatsoever. Normal physics was already driving me crazy so why would I think NEET physics would be all rainbows and sunshine? The weather was breezy and cool and none of the students looked like they remotely wanted to stay for another two hours in that dimly-lit classroom (one of the tube –lights said “ Sayonara* , losers. Enjoy the lesson in the dark”). The biggest perk that day was that the lecturer was very late and we had an additional one hour for a break. The principal wasn’t in the college that day and had left early, leaving her son as the in- charge (despite being as scary as his mother, he is very chill and easy-going.). You might be thinking that I could have skipped class that day since t...

Mid-February had the outgoing second-years scrambling to finish their record books and cramming in experiments for the up-coming practicals. Students who did not yet feel confident enough to perform the experiments spent the days holed up in the labs, tinkering around with the instruments and chemicals. The other students whose records weren’t complete would sit in the classrooms, on the floor, Indian-style (since the building was new and not ready yet for the benches) while being supervised by a lecturer. These records were completed under constant laughter, gossip, scandals and general banter. Upon one of those days, we were again welcomed by a disastrous fit of insubordination. For the new readers, I have a group of eight people, four of whom were introduced in the previous post. This narrative will now include the other three members. Misaki, Sora and Fumi. Misaki is the quietest yet outrageously vocal girl in our group. She is a girl of fewer words and rarely talks about her real ...

  “That lesson was so annoying”, I said, as I put my mechanical pencil down. I was seated on the first bench, in the row by the wall. My notebook in front of me was scribbled with the day’s notes and a rather rough drawing of a girl wearing a skirt (my favorite clothing). “Yeah right”, sneered a friend seated behind me. “Isn’t that what every topper claims?”                                                              I groaned disapprovingly. Do people naturally forget that good-scorers are humans too? An ideal topper is one who has a firm grasp of a good portion of his/her stream. They should have knowledge that extended beyond the reach of marks. I, on the other hand, hammer the c...

                   "Don't be nervous and mess things up. The examiners are not as bad as you think but most of all, do NOT be nervous and screw your chances.I will be there for all of you. Best of luck and do well", the words spoken to by our Principal to a hall full of students, dressed in uniform and a lab coat. My eyes opened and I see a blurry, orangish visage of my bedroom.It takes a while to adjust my eyes as my eyelids refuse to stay open. I roll over lazily and grope around for my phone. The brightness is too much for my tired eyes but as I squint to see the time, the numbers tell me that it is well over 6 in the morning. Left with no other option, I get up and offer my morning prayers.Although the morning felt peaceful and calm, I was far from calm. Something heavy inside me makes me aware that I am stressed to the core. My internals start from today at around 3 in the afternoon yet here I am,lying wide awake in my bed. My stoma...

                                                                    A straight-forward explanation of an experience that has taught and scarred many of the youth. It is the period of life where your sights are always clouded by letters,numbers and ambitions. ............. Chaos can pursue you anywhere. You may be crying today but will probably be enjoying tomorrow. Reeling from grief takes time, getting used to pressure takes time so to handle ourselves we take solace in certain things. The pandemic has had a colossal impact on my outlook to life and has taught me to think more about everything. My college routine like every other college is strenuous and demanding to the point that I literally nearly tanned myself by standing in the sun because I hadn’t experienced it in a long time. I was made to take extra classes ...