A question of Mathematics!

‘The winds are always cold at this hour’ Reena thought as she got up for school. She lazily scrubbed a brush over her teeth and took a bath. It was 5:30 am.

The ball of sun appeared to rise from a red lid far in the horizon. The surroundings were dark as a starless night sky and as she went to her balcony, she waited for some sounds to occur. There was the muted rush of a bike, and the ding of the morning bell of the Durga temple. Pigeons cooed in unison. But everything was silent. A pale-yellow bus roared, driving out stray dogs from its path. It pulled to a stop at the Mahanadi Society waiting for the only student from this society to board the bus. Reena waved her dad goodbye as she entered the bus.

Jiya beckoned her to the third two-seater. The bus  bellowed and took a ‘U’ turn from the stop in the opposite direction.

After thudding a little it again came to a stop. Reena wondered why the bus had stopped. Was the engine down? According to the bus Didi, it was waiting for a child ‘s mother who had forgotten to bring his art material for his drawing competition.As silence stretched, the pace of blabber and jabber among children increased. Rohan, the ‘BothersomeBoy’ of the bus, cried at a nearby hawker for some bhelpuri. Many gawked at his courageous behaviour which soon invited a spanking from the bus Didi.

‘Which papers have you got?’; Jiya asked, breaking the silence.

‘None’ Reena replied

‘And are you participating in the annual day?’


Reena felt extremely sad and out of sorts. She repelled Jiya’s questions with a No or None. Of course, Jiya soon understood.

She turned her head towards the seamless blue sky. which was dotted with fringes of red, yellow and orange. Rings of birds marched and flapped their wings, cheering the younger pack to join. Red Bulbuls chirped as quickly as they moved. Butterflies circled around the nursery. However, nothing could turn Reena ‘s attention.

Reena ‘s mathematics teacher was to give the marks of Mathematics. Rather than feeling excited or perturbed she felt a numbness settling over her. Her teacher M. R Rangarajan, was a stout lazy domineering fellow. He never taught anything nicely, and whatever he drew on the board was done with utmost listlessness. He loved moving his pot belly to an old song while also drawing the shape of a circle on the board. He never went beyond 3 questions in three days, and soon the chapter got over with children left to do the exercises on their own. He never asked for notebooks regularly but rather in the most unexpected times.

In short, he was nowhere near to a typical Mathematics Teacher.

M.R Rangarajan was called Ranjeet in the class. ‘Ranjeet Sir arrived!’ Ranjeet, a popular actor was known to play villain roles in Bollywood movies in which he ill-treated girls. But instead of terrifying girls he terrified the boys out of their wits. He believed that it was not possible for him to toil hard for grade 10 for he was too busy with grade 11 and grade 12. And that, Reena believed, was the sole cause of her thinking too hard.

Yesterday, he had left half the stack of checked papers of her class at home.  It contained Reena ‘s paper as well.

The bus reached the school. Little graders pushed themselves in to go out first. The rest of the bus meanwhile, tried to wake up from drowsiness while people like Reena tried wishes, swears, and prayers to get out of their predicament. It was the paper showing day for all other 10th graders as well as 11th and 12th but none had got a teacher like M. R Rangarajan. Or Rowdy Ranjeet Sir.

At school, everyone was excited to see their papers. In English the class topper was Priyandarshi Goel. Most had got satisfying marks in science but there were those who still requested a slight increase in marks. In Hindi, people had written all sorts of poor and “unpersuasive” answers. It was the seventh period.

Ajay, the class monitor was given the responsibility to keep a lookout for Ranjeet Sir. His arrival after all, would mark readjustment of: behaviour, changed places, desks, teacher ‘s desk in the class. There would be a readjustment of everything in the class.

‘Ranjeet Sir arrived!!’.

Everyone shuffled and moved. When Mr Rangarajan entered the class, it was super quiet. He took a stride to the teacher ‘s table and sat down waving his hand so that we could settle down as well.’ Roll no. 1’, he called out.  Reena looked around in agitation. Hers was Roll no. 4. What would she do?‘Roll no.2’ Jayeshwari was a good student and everybody cried to know her marks. Reena felt as if Jayeshwariwas stripped of her privacy. Bad or good marks, she had the first right to see them.  Roll no. 3 ‘T.C Sir!’, someone called.‘Roll no.4!’, It was a chance, a punishment or both, for Reena to be having the fourth roll no. in the school.

She approached the teacher ‘s table and drew her hand for the paper keeping her head down.

‘The paper is partially checked’

What? she thought. He made some ticks and gave marks in circles.(2),(2),(2),(3),(3),(3),(5) How could she do all the 2 mark questions right? Wasn’t that trigonometry question of 2 marks thoroughly wrong?’ Reena saw him flick and put ticks. He looked at the marking scheme and gave her 1.5 marks in that question.‘But sir, why have you given 1.5 marks in this question? It is a silly mistake for an easy question!”

‘Aah I don’t remember the question’, he said. She produced her own question paper.‘Well the marks are given for writing the steps’, Ranjeet Sir said casually. But Reena was not satisfied. There was no reason to give marks. She had copied the question in those steps and done that question wrong.

If that is how marks were being awarded in each question, with a chief carelessness and indolence then those marks did not give her any pride.

‘ Sir, if in the final examination I make the same mistake will I get 1.5 marks then?’; Reena pushed.

‘ No but you have written the ste- ‘

‘ I don’t deserve these marks as well.’, She finally stated.

Her mathematics teacher stared at her in astonishment. He wrote zero in front of the question.‘Class this is the first time, No, the second time I have discovered an extraordinary student!’, Ranjeet Sir roared.‘The first one lives in Australia today working in some bank. I always wondered that your class had some inner potential. But most of you, including those going to coaching, worry about getting more marks! Perhaps we should learn a lesson today!’; Ranjeet Sir stood up from his desk.

Reena looked at her still left unchecked paper and sighed.Life can sometimes make strange demands to oneself.

(based on a true story)



The screen-age

Found this great image on internet

“Amina was looking in the class. It was the lunch break and she darted her eyes around for her friends. They were standing around a table and laughing. She went closer and one exclaimed ‘Hey did you watch Stranger Things?’. Amina shook her head to say no. She had heard of the series, but she did not want to watch it. Her friend ‘s excited pony stopped moving, and she stared at her in a different way. Amina asked how their vacations were. Her friends shared a look with each other… nevermind Amina thought, clueless about the stories on Instagram. 

So, chatty as she was, she looked around to find some other person in the class. Everyone was chatting about stuff they saw on reels and snaps. Only 5 mins were left. Then the 20 min break would be over. But she still had not found a person to stand with and open her tiffin. Amina, saddened and hungry, departed to her class leaving the uncomfortable air……

It becomes very uncomfortable to not know the content which will carry on the conversation. Maybe you had a different question in mind to begin with and you were entertained with a very different question than you expected. But that is not the problem. Today the conversations are becoming technocratic with more and more advancement in technology. For example, let us consider two friends A and B. let’s presume they are two friends eating from the school canteen almost everyday. After school they start like this:

A: Hey, the pasta today at the canteen was not so good! Did you eat it?

B (ears plugged with air pods): Hmm

A:  I bet I was right, wasn’t I? that we should bring cooked lunches from home

B– Hmmm

A: Don’t you think we both should get plastic surgery? Afterall, we look ugly for fifteen-year-old girls

B: Hmmm

A: So, you are not listening to me?

B: hum

Hey! We don’t need to be so advanced to apply little effort or zero down simpler words for tediously longer emotions, do we?

A Brief Look Behind the Years

The technology we use today has become lurking shadows of ourselves.

Oxford dictionary defines technology as — “the application of scientific knowledge for practical purposes, especially in industry.” Technology for practical purpose (for reducing workload) first came in the First Industrial Revolution.


A period of Proto- Industrialization which included labor in the countryside producing large scale by hand, was pursued by the Industrial Revolution. The world saw many inventions, like the bulb, internal combustion systems, telephones, spinning jenny that influenced people ‘s lives in those times in extraordinary ways.

But all the advancements, all the greatness came to a halt. A brutal World war with use of chemicals to no bounds killed millions of people indiscriminately.  Big countries shamelessly unhinged the dark corners of  development and fought to win.

In came the digital revolution. The era when our lives would gain speed. As CEO of Salesforce pointed eloquently ‘Speed is the new currency of business’. True in a business sense.

Social Media in our lives

Social media is defining our professional lives and influencing the way we speak to other people. Floods of memes in social media are creating an ingrained impact in our mind. Recently, one boy brought a phone just to show everyone at school a meme he created of a teacher. In Indian schools like ours where phones are strictly not allowed, this shows that we have gained a stronger liking for a phone in our pocket than lying away from us.

While we teenagers tend to speak strongly about issues like gender and religion, we are too meek to acknowledge how we are affected by lives that are engendered online.


“Did I forget to watch her story’’ ‘does mum know my password’ ‘if yes, will she at home try to check my phone, while I, at school am without it?’ ‘Did I follow him back? ‘Yesterday there was no message from…”

Oh, stop it! We are humans. Even if we are dependent on phones, we cannot let them take control of our lives.

The other aspect which we observed in our friends is a lack of kindness for teachers, or people not belonging to their circle, lack of seriousness for emotions, and how their words will affect the other person. In Indian schools, the norm is to wish the teacher if she enters your class or if she walks by you in the corridor. We are flushing the line between what we know and what social media shows. The wave of not being able to have a beautiful relationship with our teachers makes us disregard that they exist.

Our feeling thus, every day before going to school is ‘many of us are losing ourselves.’

Can we re manufacture better qualities by happy sad emojis and a new gift, A new IPAD?


Some say the world is going to end in fires. But what about technology? With the level of advancement we have, it will be easy to increase our living years. In fact, the coming era can be undoubtedly called the era of AI. Our world though still faces uncomfortable questions: even with the help of advancement why it has not been able to stop climate change, wars, fights, drug use, hatred, discrimination, unemployment?

Moreover, are we losing our emotional intelligence and our ability to think? Has technology become inevitable that we cannot start again? 

We must not cannot  let life come to a standstill,and we must realize the importance of ourselves beyond any chains. After all, we are the social beings of this planet.


Just a tag?- reservation

Hey guys we are back with another post of the Not- So-Political Series. Today we will be presenting a post on reservations in India.

But before that, this post is a continuation of the Not-So-Political Series:

  1. It could be someone or you
  2. Experts advices..
  3. Adding
  4. Still here to Stay
  5. Old crisis in the Neighbourhood
  6. Woman a citizen and worker
  7. Hearing more from the UN right now?
  8. Climate change
  9. Could you please wait one more second?
  10. An Awakening, A Wake up Call
  11. ‘Not-so- Political After all!’

Reservation is synonymous with ‘share’ that has been reserved for someone. In an office party or a function, certain seats are reserved for the people at higher posts. Which does make the office party  unjust for the employees who have to stand in a crowd and repeatedly saunter off the heat and sweat that settles around them.

Uh huh.

Even the Native Americans in the early century were forced to relocate due to this idea of reservations or reserving. ‘The Indian Removal Act of 1830 institutionalized the practice of forcing Native Americans off of their ancestral lands in order to make way for  European Americans settlement’ But it is in India that the term reservation took a new light. It became a positive discrimination creating reservations for socially and educationally backward people to ensure their participation and representation in the state.

Glimpse into Past

Historically India has been freed by the sacrifice and sufferings of many people, but freedom from the British did not mean freedom from conservative mindsets. Time and again the lower sections of the society suffered. However, their struggles were identified well before independence. The quota of reservations began on September 16,1921.  The first Justice Party then passed the Communal Government Order becoming the first body in India to legislate reservations. In 1932 British Prime-Minister Ramsay Macdonald presented the ‘Communal Award’ which made provisions for separate electorates for different castes and religions. Castes are subgroups within the Hindu religion and the system of castes in religion systematically abandoned and discriminated against people taking birth in one subgroup and created separate well off respectable subgroups within the society. A jump to 1950 and the reservations were only there for SC’s and ST’s. The setting up of Mandala Commission later led to formation of Other Backward Classes (OBC’s) and in 2019 for the first time, a reservation was announced on the basis of income that is EWS. 

Reservations- the solution?

But given this a more deeper thought and one would realise how a system created to give better provisions and remove discrimination based on castes create even more divisions amongst the people. The idea of creating equality overrules merit and creates inequality for the unreserved category in the society. Simply because these unreserved categories or groups, weren’t at the time of independence part of marginalized groups.  It is not just the only arguing factor, it derails all of us to recognize and see each other from the lens of caste not merit.


 Poor people from “forward castes” would not get any social or economic advantage over rich people from backward castes.

When the whole world fingers India ‘s poor facilities, a broken system, and unchanging illiterate political parties they forget to include the reservation system of India in government which is outdated, not workable with the needs of the current Indian society and reaffirms more reforms to  benefit more castes,despite no reasoning about their social and economic condition today. 

And one must ask, is reservations the only way to ensure equality?


Deliberately, the government does not conduct caste census to tap into the economic and social status of various castes in India.Reservations in educational institutions and legislatures were made for the purpose of creating equality for historically marginalized groups in par with upper castes. Today it has ushered an era of deep inequality and isolated the unreserved category and put a hold on merit driven development in various sectors. All sectors of development have lulled to a stop because reservations have led to a major outflow of Indians into other countries. Elimination of discrimination should always be the priority, but one must ask how much discrimination exists today. Do we know it without a caste census? After 70 years of independence, things must have reformed mustn’t they?


Hearing more from UN right now?’

Hello guys we are back after a long time( we know!😃) and with a thought to show you all amidst the Russian Ukraine conflict:

At the time when the whole world is witnessing a war between two countries( butter-smacked by the media),  we are bound to wonder where did our school textbooks go wrong? Why is it that the power of global institutions is comparatively lesser in real life than that expressed in big words. U Thant, a former secretary general of United Nations, took the effort to ‘intervene’ between Moscow and Washington during a Cuban Missile Crisis. Where is Mr Secretary General during a raging war now?


After the end of WW2, hope was nowhere to be found. The lost lives, and destroyed livelihoods all sought a better tomorrow which was very perfectly promised by the United Nations. 


But that sense of security was short lived, as seen in more than one circumstance where the various subsets of the UN failed in providing an actual result. 

We are all aware of the importance of UN- any heritage site being recognized by UNESCO or any resolution passed by for instance, UNHRC – but an institution that has to promote global peace and equality has certain loopholes in abiding by it as well. Like the veto power.


The major shortcoming of the UN, has been the veto power of Five singular countries ( China, France, USA, Russia, United Kingdom) that influence any decision that is taken. This means that these countries can veto any resolution against themselves and their friends! This is what Russia is doing now, and USA does all the time to protect Israel. They don’t have to offer reasons as well! No side is kind and good, people!

Along with this there is a visible lack in the UN to effectively adapt towards any conflict.

Consider this. Before the Ukraine invasion, when alerts were high and bitter rebuttals increased, no UN official was observed in either Russia, Ukraine or USA. Another sight is that the UN security council seems to be slipping on and off because Russia is effectively vetoing any resolution tabled against it.


Self- designed

The UN needs to reconsider the meaning of peace( which comes with terms and conditions) , strengthen mediation, and become a skilled peace diplomat forging no sides! It needs to have its own troops so as to add more emphasis in what it says.

We are hearing tons of critical statements from the UN right now regarding the current conflict.

But moral support and dialogues are only worth until some point of time after which the power of a discussion forum begins to degrade.

‘ During a life wrenching crisis, we all need more than a ‘its alright’ best friend don’t we?’


Dear UN and all countries with interests at stake. We need an action now! What do ya guys think?






This is a continuation of our illustration series:

  1. It could be someone or you
  2. Experts advices..
  3. Adding
  4. Still here to Stay
  5. Old crisis in the Neighbourhood
  6. Woman a citizen and worker

Our first collab post is out too! check it out here! Tell us what do you think about the Russia Ukraine conflict and your day today!😃

~ DuoDisseminators

‘ Family and we’

7 Unexpected Benefits of Eating Together as a Family, According to Science  | Parents

But young and old again met again,
On Meals per night- embroiling us safer.

Hello guys this is Kunjal. I had written this piece before overtaken by certain whims and emotions.! do tell me your opinion about this one



Every room, I allude now , in my passing thoughts.
Some scent and cries never go worn
For first our little heads were raised, and worked on,
And our backs were held high on low grounds.
Each frail shoulder we held from being torn.
But sometimes, the knot did go wrong.

To learn, We love, We learnt to detach.
Preparation for every summer.
Every summer, when we bade to each other.
Summers – when we pursued our life matters.
But young and old again met again,
On Meals per night- making us safer.

Surpassed the summers- the winter.
Cold dry heavy thick winds
Dark unamusing, confrontational splinters.
‘Claims’ and hands clamping loudly , a wince.
Sometimes the knot did go wrong.
Though the listeners remained the same- no choice ever.

we fought, we toiled again
We reworked.
Many times against challenges.
Sometimes within us.
We were a part of a family.
Simply, we were chained for better or worse.

A galaxy holds both light and dark matter,
This is true, but in
Every struggle we had felt our loss more than an awaiting ‘better’
Because it always came as a surprise.
A quite sudden twist – an unwelcome knot.
A wrenching pain in the back,
A thrust, a pull , waging wars.. Shrill cries..
And (Nd) more adjectives are coming.
Is this repeating again, now?



Written By: Kunjal Gupta

Duo Disseminators

We are put to test again and again. Let ‘s see if we pass this one’

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Oh and by the way guys the Duo Disseminators wishes our Indian readers a very Happy Republic Day! To know more about one of the many struggles to independence read one of our posts here.


What if you have written something near the word limit but which has absolutely nothing to show up? What if the data and achievements showing “big numbers”

isn’t really the case?

Its all about data. Hence data manipulation is something which prevents us from seeing what is actually the reality behind.

For instance you know crores of people getting benefited by some scheme of the government when the actual no.s are much too low.

In our country, in a state called bihar , there were some fake vaccination entries and it is being said ( because such irregularities hardly come off the lid to us!)these were done to show ambitious no.s of vaccination rate and ‘on the surface’ achievement of an ambitious target! You can check a report here

So have we been trying to reach ginormous amount of words? Are we being fooled with lots of no.s?

Think for now! you can see the other posts of our illustration series right below

  1. It could be someone or you
  2. Experts advices..

Would love to hear from you all down!


‘ The Bench – A SHORT STORY’

An attempt to write something new… an attempt to gather attention… please read this story till the end.. Would love to know everyone ‘s views😃.( Anything simple will work the best!😅 Dont contemplate too much)




1.)    “ Did I ever stop to say I care?

When I didn’t seek to hear it to?

When you weren’t so sure that I ‘d be there,

Did I ever show love to you?

2.)    A wounded animal leaps with a broken leg.  It continues to do so until the pain eases. And fades away.

  Once, there lived a lively man named Robert. Robert Gupta. He started his Monday like every other person. He ate his breakfast, a half-made sandwich like many office goers. Often, cursed at the traffic and people. because they are existing to be cursed at.. and different varieties in that… His grudging boss who called him in hours, non-applicable hours..  even while driving home he would connect his device to his car system… Afterall to catch up to next day at office. Like every other being, once in his life.. he could not be the master.. He was a servant to his colleagues… who wanted to hear a joke from his self occupied self,… the inalienable nature of his boss was to annoy and by agreeing to be annoyed and giving up his precious time, he was a self-conscious servant.. Serving others though, is not always at diffidence to onself.. one ‘s health and one’s pleasures… He was a servant of love afterall.  Self desired.. self-made self groomed love. Love imploring for more to happen.  An assiduous engineer, because he struggled for a pay raise, made a fool of himself every time he showcased himself before his love. That is how it is called? Or who is called. My love.


But more than that, drifting away from the myopic scope, just like all others he was a servant of life.. And sometimes, no always.. you can’t dictate life to plunge down there rather than attacking at the exact point.. 


And there once lived such a  lively man.. lively because he remained active in the worst ( boss, office, job, pay raise) and of course he was an active onlooker, a participator at the best life still offered him.

It has been two years. Robert stares at his bed post, and turns off the alarm of his phone. It has been longer than anticipated.. 6.AM. Robert goes inside to freshen himself… Life must take a turn..  Robert, his shoulders shrugging, turns to apply paste to his brush. He does not look up at the mirror. He prefers to keep his identity reverted to his phone. But that too will run out of interesting stuff sooner or later. It’s a Sunday. But this man has risen himself up at his office’s alarm. With nothing better to do, he goes into the kitchen to make coffee for him.. A picture of him and Pia is there at the kitchen wall as he works. But he seems too tired to react to some “subversions”, some distractions of his past life and melt down and cry .   Yet Robert declares himself enslaved…  He declares everyday..

Its 10a.m and still a Sunday..  Locking the door behind him, he turns to walk ahead and coughs in the winter air. He does not speak until he has reached his destination.. it’s a fountain. A beautiful fountain which is producing water and reflecting some of the sunlight as it splashes down around it. Its hard to find such a sight.  And Robert the only onlooker seats himself before the fountain over an iron wrought bench and he settles himself down.

‘Hello Rob what brings you here’, an old man wearing a heavy coat and groggy glasses not too fastly, calls to Robert. It is more of a greeting and less of a question. The old man seats himself beside his Sunday companion and Robert passes him a smile in return..

‘Nothing just the usual uncle’ Robert says in reply.

‘Just the usual?’, the old man pushes his stick forward. ‘A fine man like you must be engaged at this hour. I find this peculiar and rather very embarrassing for yourself!’

‘ Engagements are proposed. And I am too short of proposals’, Robert says smiling, looking at the old man.

‘Your smile seems rather toothed though’ the old man tweaks a tone and stares at Robert with fake accusing eyes.

 ‘So where did we leave?’

‘Ahh at the point when you were to tell me about your engagement with the girl,’  Robert exclaims. These days the  only surety he is aware of was a  cliff-hanger from someone else ‘s story.

Oh, oh yes! The girl. The engagement did not happen though.’

Robert turned sharply and asked ‘Why?’

‘ You see I had approached her too soon.. or maybe we weren’t meant to be together. That is what I think, sitting here. But that time I was enraged inside, overpowered by a tremendous sadness. Afterall she left me.’

‘She d-‘,

‘Oh no not like what happened to you. But very similar to your case. She left me for another person.. another guy’

The old man continues hitting his stick to the ground,’ Alright he had a good nose.. good nose… maybe that is afterall.. yes! She left a fine chap. It was purely her loss.. She left me after all’ 

‘ You must have been sa- ‘ Oh sad I was.The old man jumped, maybe realising he was approaching too fast,’ The guy had good features. Ok. I agree he was affluent. What did I have then? A struggling folk into some ‘business’. I still remember him though… never thought this bad from him.. , the man grinds his stick to the ground.

‘ Oh too sad… too sad..’ the old man says as he reverts to Robert ‘ I had befallen down.. I felt dejected. I felt the greatest remorse of the world.. I felt an itching sadness beside my bed.. I felt bad.. terrible.. ‘

‘And?’, Robert asks. In an urgent tone he asks for more.

‘ And wasted.. that was it! Yes the worst feeling ever it gave to people around.. to me it brought nothing.’

The old man continues, ‘ But I was fortunate enough to be guided by some event and realised it sooner than later.. I felt why is it my fault? Why do I have to curse myself for not being rich to be not born with a silver spoon..  Moreover, It is as if I am cursing my parents more than myself… And strangely Robert, though I was expected to- . Robert is looking at the old man but with  a quite strange expression as the next will flow out of the old man. Robert ‘s mouth forms an oval ‘O’

Pia is looking at him, her fists clamped down over her lap and saying ‘ You enjoy this don’t you. This.. feeling of numbness.. feeling of doing nothing.. approaching nothing.. trying nothing new.. because new always tends to bring struggles.’

‘So’  Pia continues waving her hand ‘ you enjoy this na… You don’t have to do anything.. You just blame it on what has happened to you.. You don’t kiss the picture on the wall and cry every night.. You have already lost the feeling.. So why acting so numb? Why making me feel the accused one. Didn’t I give you enough love to show’. Robert though breaks the illusion, thinking some illusions are meant to be broken.

‘To put in you some deal, Didn’t she Robert, in you?The old man is speaking. Robert nods, suddenly disturbed by a new type of headache.

To see each and every relationship in a new way?the old man asks with concern full on his face. He pats Robert. Robert looks around at the sudden turn of events and talks.

‘ Love is what life has to offer.. don’t destroy your life from having it Rob. Don’t make yourself unnecessarily burdened and tied to your past. You also have a present… ,  the old man smiles at Robert who looks flustered..

‘ What happened to you’, Robert blurts out at the old man.

‘I see … you want an ending..  Maybe I said all that too soon. Aging people can  hurry with the plot climax.. an ending. He chuckles exclaiming  ‘ Like the moral of the story before the story itself.’

He continues, ‘ After she had broken off the plan of engagement, and since I was in my car, I had to revert my vehicle to a different destination. It was uncalled for.. so I swirled and swirled, tidied up the roads, took turns back,.. and tried to find a new destination… because all of it, He presses ‘ was uncalled for.’

 So, I spent some whole months.. dejected.. wasted . Smelled puffs of cigarettes. I made regular excavations to a pub.  Did not sleep… awaited nothing..  woke up  everyday to be afraid to look at my reflection.., The old man sighs and stops’ existed without meaning.’ What more do you want to know?’ he says sharply and Robert looks at him with some familiarity uncalled for..

‘ He says, ‘ Life had been beautiful with your auntie though. ’

‘At some place. Call it a bench if you may.  I befriended someone… Someone old.. you see old people have a perspective..  I changed.. Not completely but yes I did…’ Robert looks at him flustered and gets up from the bench.

‘ But I did change.. the main aspect of me did change..  and I want the same to happen to you.. You come everyday and sit on the same bench. When people arrive at the same place, they are either arriving for someone’

Robert had already taken big steps away from the bench. Accusation runs sharp in his eyes for the old man who elicited some names out of him.. to lecture him sometime.

‘Robert’, the old man called. Robert turns out of habit.

‘People arrive at the same place every day, they come about for two reasons, either to wait for someone to arrive, waiting for the arrival of something sure- Robert turns to go away. ‘ Hear the old man! The phrases don’t come everyday’. Robert stops as well.

The old man continues, ‘Or they demand some answers of their own, unsure of the question they want to ask.’

‘ But I see a question in you. Whether or not?  and according to an old man who believes he has some perspective I believe, don’t accuse her. Start anew.’ But Robert walks away.

‘You are not entitled to this bench.’, the old man shouts and starts feeding the ducks. 

And the recipients are enveloped under a beautiful morning despite their mood. Afterall, the sun can never stop to present itself before us.



3.)    ‘ I feel like blaming myself. But you tell me the reason.’

                                THE END.







And i guess that is the end. i felt it needed an uplift or twist here and there. but some ends do not require a twist do they? Btw this is kunjal. I honestly dont know how it is.😅 But khushi, my best friend and partner really liked the style in it( i got a good inspiration from someone’s blog/blogs)

But for all i want to know,😅 ( and cool my curiosity) how was it?

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Hey everyone. Today I wanted to share a very important note for all of you. These are my thoughts and I dont force upon you.  I want to make a point to all of you today. Read it till the end you may find some similar thought or opposing one. Does it matter?🙂

.  After I had studied for my exam, I took some time to browse through my Youtube page and here is what I found. Please watch this video till the end. It is not crappy, it is not complaining, nor is it stupidly funny. And I just felt watching it gave me strength to continue writing without considering second thoughts and rethinking.


I hope you have watched the video. It may not be full. Just partial. It may just be a few seconds as well. Just remember what the guy was doing. He was hugging people alright. He had his eyes- covered. So many people just hugged him whatever the reason may have been. Some hugged tighter, some little kids grinned at the camera. People young, teen, busy, old, wretched, black, white, green, blue. all were there and hugged him. Some stayed longer, still hugging him not wanting to let go of the comforting reassuring rub at the back.

Judging is not a bad word nor a word at a diffidence to compassion and humanity.  Sometimes judging is important. We must have certain parameters in life. Life can’t be the hazy right and wrong. For instance, when someone attends an interview for a job, the people standing behind the bar must be judging him/her on specific parameters. Like communication, skill, personality, candour, and utmost important knowledge of the expertise. When a landlord is to give a flat to someone at rent, a bachelor in most cases, it is rightful and in fact, wise enough, to question his habits, demeanour, and sometimes even background. When we want to befriend someone, we must understand whether the person is right for us or not. All of this is natural, and significant.

These certain parameters are what makes one conscious of the person other than his name. 

Opinion wise, these parameters are which we develop ourselves. A mother rears her child to thrive among these bounds. We thus, create ‘identity’ in this world.

 However, when we all judge someone on the basis of natural alienable facts they can’t change or have control over, whatsoever?  Maybe that is where the discussion needs to start. Many people face judgement based on not the essential parameters elaborated above rather such like race, gender, disability, religion, caste etc. during their interviews workplaces and public arenas.  more often. 

The video you had watched a few moments ago was by Aaron Le Conte. He blindfolded himself and prevented his eyes from looking at the different spheres of judgements, for those few moments.  We can’t shed this blindfold before our eyes really. We can’t stop wondering about the nationality or the blackness, paleness or odd clothing of the person. it comes out as a lingering thought in mind. 

But we need to make an exception. However, not without rationalism. And not just to show that we are making an exception for them, as a favour.

Everything needs a historical example.

In the past after India ‘s independence most princely States ( around 547) integrated into India with some acceded to Pakistan ( sharing border with Pakistan)  However question remained for one very important Princely state – Jammu And Kashmir which also shares border with both India and Pakistan.

The ruler of Kashmir had agreed to integrate with India. But leaders like Nehru rejected the offer and wanted Sheikh Abdullah to be first made the caretaker of Kashmir when it could have been done without. 

Some other leaders opposed this, because under the ruler of Kashmir it would be convenient to seek integration with India and the ruler enjoyed a degree of trust within all communities. So would it be a convenient integration? Yes.

However due to some leaders who wanted to show support for some Muslim leader the  offered opportunity  was missed.  Such people made an easy integration of Kashmir into India conditional and not without heavy cost of lives.

 Sheikh Abdullah forgot all about his ideological commitment to India and used his power to start riots against the minorities. It became a breeding ground.

Gandhi himself, in 1947, pointedly refused the hospitality of the Hindu ruler of Kashmir and remained the guest of Sheikh Abdullah. For absolutely no reason. It was after many riots, the problem of Kashmir integration was solved.

Doesn’t it mean they were looking at the situation from a communal angle? With sentimentality to support one people of one type, so that they could be viewed at as secular later on? We want bringing people together from all grounds, but we also view every situation, every misdeed as discrimination against someone, even if it is non- essential?

“If a person is bad, he is bad. If a person is good he is good.”

 In my belief, whenever there is a situation we need to consider facts and reason. We don’t need to show how secular or caring we are through actions when that oppose the true character of a person. 

Whether it is someone of one gender, or one caste or one religion or anything, we must punish those who sin and support those who don’t! We have to make an exception but not for image as so many leaders do. We just have to do it and judge  situations on different grounds. 

Prejudices have most of the times evolved true, otherwise they won’t be called so. But try to think that the person standing in front of you could be an exception. Take into consideration what matters. 

We can try and not think about the lingering questions which prevail in the back of mind, rather start with a simple finding of people’s attitude and interests. I have read bios of some people on WordPress who have openly disclosed who they are their beliefs etc. I had judged them and I had lingering thoughts in my mind.  But when I read their thoughts, their articles, I was mesmerized. I decided to make an exception. 

And in WordPress, it is a very good point to note that we connect through writing. Not any other futile basis.

  It is a strange feeling when the beliefs about people don’t go the way they should. But take firmness that these prejudices, when, may hold for some in a similar way may not hold true for the remaining ‘some’. Each of us will discover much beyond human relations.  I am still discovering. What about you?






I hope you liked this super super lengthy ( **Thanks for coping up with me) one! These are my total teenage thoughts. And my musings. My intention was never against someone.😀

Would be happy to know what you feel down below! ( Of course!)



(Btw anyone about to have exams? We are to have them soon!!!🥺)

Why to deal with them~ Problems

Illustration by Khushi and Kunjal

Our school recently informed us that from now on they would start taking oral tests , better known as VIVA. For checking whether we truly comprehend things in classes or not. It was our first time giving it and I for one was scared and nervous. How difficult it would be to face a teacher one on one but obviously I had to give the vivas if I was to score good. Secondly I had understood things, and I didn’t want to spoil my vivas with my nervousness.

On the day of my Chemistry viva, 1 hour before the scheduled time I started feeling jittery because it was my class teacher who would question me. I started walking here and there because there were butterflies in my stomach . 

At that time, my younger cousin entered the room, he had crayons in his hand and a paper in another. I had told him to draw a night sky so that he would not disturb me but here he was and out of anger and nervousness perhaps I shouted at him to leave the room . 

He looked at me with his innocent eyes and asked softly

“ Di ! there is only 1 moon but how many stars should I make ?”

There are billions and trillions of stars aren’t there? But what would I tell him?

“ You can draw as many as you like. Just leave the room “ I said

“ As many as i like??” he asked with wide eyes “ there are so  many stars in the sky but all surrounding just one moon?? “

“ Yes all surrounding just one big moon “ I replied

“Or they are scattered all over. Not surrounding anything! ”

“ Yeah” I replied gruffly.

“ di why are you so angry ?” he said 

“ I am not angry, I am just nervous, I have a test and then some pending assignments and then…. Nevermind just go and draw something the sky if you wish”

“Oh so you are like the moon. Centre of it all! ” He said and left the room.

He came back to my utter utter  displeasure teasing “ Not centre of attraction, centre of all problems” I had to give in. My life appeared..


Name tag I should truly wear!

Truly dark. 

I sat there to just revise once again but my brother’s words resonated in my head. 

Maybe I was making too big a mountain out of a mole? Maybe I was scared when instead I should be happy that I got to interact one on one. And what better opportunity than now to actually show who you are. But you know what? I didn’t apply this to my chemistry viva that time. Of course. I felt nervous but the viva went just fine!.( If you care to know!)

But more than that I think the proposition in my mind which is something different was just wrong. Which means he is right. My cousin. We all do live in our own universes. Where we are the moon surrounded by different stars of different shapes and sizes and the sun. But the moon is illuminated by its surroundings, right? The sun and the stars. For us our biggest flaw or the biggest challenge is like the sun – massive and hot. Every challenge seems big. But in the end it is the light of the sun which when reflected makes the moon and us, who we are , illuminate.. ( Not exactly beautiful, yes, but it may soon be in your hands!)

And the remaining stars are the everyday problems some big, some small but all of them a beautiful attribute to define our universe.

IF the moon starts hating the stars ( Which cannot happen, maybe some scientific deed could explain) what will it be other than a mere dark spot, just like our lives without obstacles- dull and boring. 

We all need ups and downs in our life, maybe that is why a sudden change in our exam pattern was required , to surprise us, yes but also to enhance our personalities. We all like to hear the success stories filled with chunks and chunks of problems, not luck. 

I know it is not that big of an incident to learn this from, it was just a viva ( to say that so simply though is still a big deal because it felt big that time) , there are bigger problems , Yes I fully agree. 

But learning can come from anywhere I believe. Maybe what we now think as stars are just waiting for us to learn our lesson 🙂 It is if we just don’t get too scared away. Try once. Going in? We will too!

Written by KHUSHI.M


Heyy there everyone. We all deal with problems we do and you do too! it was just to give you an understanding that why we can’t and shouldn’t wish for a problem free life! Hope you all liked this post. A deep topic indeed( Not restricted to the current time only) it is and we would love to hear anything and everything from you!!.

Also check out our previous post here

Night as I see,

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Today I would like to pen down on ‘night’

 And Everyone discovers with their own leap.

 Night is just spew of black downright

 Not the slight blue, or that tincture of green just black to seep.


I gazed at the sky in my gloomy reign.

So much so that the stars belied their own self beauty.

And remained hiding in blackness until I succumbed as well… clean.

Very Pretty..( petty)


 I Despaired over the past few weeks

 I Despaired  the known people walking with a glance to my state.

Not knowing I needed someone yet reluctant to turn a help for me.

So much so was my depravity ‘s weight.

And then..no  now I am alright, you see.

At those moments it felt impossible to take another leap.

But Something did upturn my belief (something or someone always does)

And there is a point to this, whatever that may have been.


Now, I look at the sky from this caress and comfort.

At the same murkiness, which had earlier left me to my discomfort.

I can only reason the moisture laden clouds for shading the twinkles..

Looking at the nightly sky with a resounding purpose…

Written by: Kunjal.G