Glimpses

I did. It's not like me. I mean, yeah, everyone does something stupid in their lifetime but my reason of doing this particular thing is not associated with me. Generally. I was irresponsible on the road, while riding a bike, with a pillion. Some of you, or even all of you might go all "Duuuude!! Ya think that's stupid? How screwed up are ya man??" but listen to me first. Usually I'm really very cautious on the road and I've even heard my father say to me, "How much more slowly can you ride, son? 😒" (He was being sarcastic, in case the emoji isn't visible.) When a father says this to his teenage son while sitting behind him on a bike, that is saying something. So why did I act irresponsibly today? And that too while having someone sitting behind me? That girl. I stopped my bike, right there in the middle of the road, with my head turned behind me, no regards to anyone or anything in front of me or even behind me for that matter (except the gi

It was like an epidemic. It swept over the entire class in the blink of an eye. Its progress was slow at first; only a handful of students were affected. But when it came into its own, its malignancy couldn't be overstated. Students who, only a month ago, were talking about having fun, cherishing college life and "These 4 years won't ever come back" stuff were now as busy as MDs, going through break-ups and talked as if they had had an epiphany in their sleep and had now awakened to their responsibilities. The reason? These were aspirants for CAT, GATE, SSC, GRE, TOEFL, IELTS, SAT; basically any exam that gets you somewhere better than where an undergraduate degree of B.Tech or B.E. would get you. Perhaps they had awakened to their responsibilities, and that's what scared those who weren't affected by this epidemic. I am one of those scared. It's a strange reason to be scared. I see no road ahead. When I was still in school and was doubtful about taking

So this is what being down feels like. Writing something and just to save yourself from having to think much about the title, putting the first line up as the title to the whole piece. Sitting on your bed with lots of things to do but no desire to do them. What once seemed pretty interesting and a productive way of spending time has lost its spark now. Things that could keep you going for hours on end now ignite a flicker of interest inside you that dies within a moment and you go back to sitting in bed and wondering if you should do anything or just lie down. Deciding every day to write something and even getting ideas, but failing to put them into words just because you lose interest by the time you switch your computer on. Even if you do switch it on and open Microsoft word and write a line that occurred to you while you were riding down the road, you cannot carry on further because the part of your mind that supplies ideas has run out of stock. Apparently, it works on