Accelaration/ Retardation

– Khushi.M and Kunjal.G

We got a circular today . I opened it hoping that it would be of some event or something but alas! It turned out to be our datesheet for the mid-term exams ! 

Later that day when I opened my science book to study for the same, I started to smile . My mom entered the room and looked here and there perhaps in an attempt to find the thing that could make a person like me smile.

So I picked up the article  lying near my bed with the headline 

“ COVID – 19 the evaluation of all “ 

I think my mom didn’t get the reason even then because she looked at me with a confused expression. 

You see, since my past 9 years in school I have never been a big fan of assessments (none of us is) but this time there was an undisguised  proof that there are so many tests throughout life.

This year every person- be it politicians, decision makers, parents, and even labourers have  given a test. It gives a sense of relief that students are not alone in giving examinations because now I know that we are being graded at every stage of our life. 

The difference is  in school we are graded only by teachers but in life there is never a limitation on who has the permission to judge us. Each of us are being scored every second, every minute everywhere. In fact when any of you read this, you will even form an opinion on what has been written.

This year, some countries barely passed it to procure  control over the spread, and there was an early celebration. 

We can very well blame the authorities but we can’t hide the every person who didn’t follow the instructions or the protocols like the back benchers in the class who usually disturb the peace and quiet and who take disregard of  the teacher’s each and every statement. 

Also As always there are plenty of people who judge who condemn but only a handful of us who actually step forward. 

And this time, there is a need of the people to follow instructions. Opposite from the perception of an upthrust desire of unruly opposition to them.

We need those who do give their raw needed opinions and make the public duly  aware of the caveats , who criticize , but those who especially step forward to control the spread of the pandemic as well. Be it in their own ways and beliefs.

Why am I emphasising on the word ‘NEED’? We are in a bit of shortage

Back to my exams, we have the chapter motion in our syllabus, where we learnt about acceleration and retardation. 

Acceleration is the change in velocity according to time right?

And retardation is nothing but acceleration with a negative sign. 

Apparently life is indeed an application of what we learn in school.

Because it turns out that in reality also there are two types of people who bring changes in situations ( velocity )  according to time .

Type 1 : Those who are involved in quickening the process of improvement and change (acceleration) 

Type 2 : Those who are involved in delaying or slowing the process of improvement   In other words people with a negative sign ( retardation ) 

I am not classifying you as type one or type two. That is for your take, and only on you.

But again Acceleration? Or Retardation

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock ………….  Time is up. Chapter revised.

-Khushi. M


The Disillusionment..

By Khushi.M

The Disillusionment.

Deaths and buildings

Buildings picketed with crowds of people

Where had the colours of our life gone?

Just faded into an uninspiring grey?

People were dying, cries of a mother a brother a son

All round up to once in a decade reality

And then they come up the podium

My looked up to idols,

With an affirmation to the wrongs and mistakes,

And encroaching confidence to do alright.

With a plead to rely on their teams and leader,

And all the mistakes have had happened

But this time a firmness to pave a rationale forward.

The other elected lot  seated opposite,

Had finally got it not to sought petty  blaming,

Suddenly it all seemed very powerful,

Because the choice we had made had,

Had finally given its testimony.

I envisaged this in a possible  crisis,

 And sorry because now it has actually arrived

And now it all seems ridiculously illusionary,

And perhaps during confabulations,

A light joke to muse upon.  

Just a  light joke to muse upon..

By Kunjal.G

~ illustrated by Duo Disseminators

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“The New Normal”

Sunshine. The red-yellow rays falling down. Coming from a distant source, and yet getting scattered all around. By tiny immiscible dust particles, roaming in the air. It was all science. The colours of some life became tyrant in its light. Myriad heads closed together of women, men, children alike as they lifted hefty materials up onto their shoulders, as if God had given them unusual strength to fill their bellies in this strange world. Foreheads dripping with sweat as runners and joggers, completed their last round, and took a harsh long breath. Sweat etched near the brows, as engineer mom and dads, worked their way to draft important emails, prepare for meetings assisted by uncomfortable hard chairs. Sunshine filled our lives with its usual warmth, and the glinting piercing rays kept us up for the rest of the day.

I gently rub my eyes. It is the piercing voice of the alarm next to my ears. My mum shouting. It is Monday 6:15 a.m. Mum is in the kitchen now brewing tea. I look at her from my door slightly left ajar. I then sweep my eyes towards the long slidable glass for the Sun. It was my natural alarm. The hot scorching rays would come in contact with skin to spread its warmth gradually throughout the dry body, working to make it moist, until one could do no more but blink their eyes open to yet another day. Yet the weather was unusually cold. A harsh cool breeze and winds and a dry grey sky adorned the apartments in the background. 

I would have fancied waiting, sitting on my bed, making a grave analysis of the greyness of the sky. But classes started at 7:20.

 I hastily got myself up, brushed my teeth back and forth and went on to take a bath ‘Time is up’, I thought and got up.


My classes finished at 1p.m. I leave the room and lie down in the bed with a huge sigh ” Ah! The classes are over ” and to my surprise I see my mom do that as well “Ah! A break for 30 minutes’‘. My brother follows the same suit with an ” Ah! No more classes” and my dad who could pass for a deeply dedicated employee too came in with an ” Ah! Lunch break” It was so surprising for me, a year back it was just me who used to lie down and relax when my brother was in day care and mom and dad in the office. But today each one of us had a tiring day it seemed. We all started talking; and to my surprise my brother was the first one to speak “These online classes. I am really concerned about not getting spectacles. And will not you all be shocked to hear this from me!!” he said “we just stare at the screen for 5 hours and the teacher just rambles on and on. I do not enjoy it even a bit “. 

My mum who would have reprimanded my brother for speaking about his teacher like that today really spoke out her misery too “And I son, am more than ever tired doing zoom calls, typing emails, attending to my dear boss!’

I shared the same feeling. I can still feel the gloomy cold voice of her, one teacher, speaking out what she knows and getting what she wants. Subservient yeses. And then All of us started laughing together. Because each one of us had a sad remark to share and a huge discontent to blabber about. We enjoyed those stories together and towards the end my dad said ” It’s true yes, no one likes Virtual meetings… He looked at me and my brother and said amused ‘and schools on your laptops, but don’t you feel that this is the only way we can move forward, the only practical way? And virtual meetings are not entirely boring. At times, even without realising our distaste towards online classes, during funny incidents we share innocent laughs with others”.

I remember today, all of us lauding our Maths teacher with emojis of hearts and smileys present on Teams. He had proved a textbook method wrong. The screen was covered in little red hearts and laughing emojis.

‘I for one am happy because this shift to a new normal also made me realise that I wasn’t giving enough time to my family”. Dad continued ‘I missed all those silly complaints of Adi and beautiful opinions of Maya. But this year we did things that earlier seemed impossible. And you know what was that? Simple. We laughed together, cooked together. These are the simple pleasures whose absence from the earlier “normal” we couldn’t realise’.

The whole country is under such a big pandemic, it is necessary that we use whatever we have to try and adapt with new things. Adi, you have an interest in reading about wildlife, don’t you? So, you might know that the most long-lived species of animals is not the one that is the strongest, it is the one that is the most adaptable. 

So, try finding Happiness in every situation. These online classes and meetings? Will may as well be here for some time’. We need to be adaptable and not live each day mourning over this existence’ He laughed and concluded.

It is Tuesday, 9:30 a.m. and I am attending my online classes and for once I am feeling light because I decided to crack jokes with my friends and even my teacher said that he is not happy with these online classes and making PPTs. The sun today did crack up a little in the sky, and disappeared, but still giving a sign that light is not completely far away.


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