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To Ignorance.

The sky spreads itself around me,
The stars twinkling and gazing down
From another, brighter universe.
Maddening, Dazing, Stark Naked.

Will you let me hide under your stars, Ignorance?
Dance underneath the sun; laughing, and breathing
Freedom from responsibility. Freedom from life.
Oh Ignorance! The bittersweet air about you!

Unto you, I bestow my success.
Of strife, of being loved and adored.
What else would I have done when
It was in you they found the best of me?

I stood up once, against you.
They beat me down back to you.
“You belong to this world,” said they.
And I merged my identity to yours.

Can you hear them whisper? Them aliens?
They call out to me, urge me to go their way.
But you bind me down to you, mother.
And nullify my wants and desires.

Let me hide under the blanket of your stars
For when the Other World calls me again
I will rebel against the being that bred me
And rise up from the ashes of your protection, like a phoenix.


Someone Like You.

 I fully intend it to be dumb and hence funny. In my defense, I was sleep deprived at the time of writing. Anyway, Read and Review. Image

I heard that you’re settled down
That you found a girl and you’re married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn’t give to you.

It had been three months sitting at home, almost in peace, as she walked through the doors of what will be home to her for the next five years. New beginnings awaited her as she was leaving old friends behind to carve new memories. College life, indeed, would be much different from school life. She would be a new person, entirely and would thankfully leave behind old things which she hated, and voluntarily, for that matter. She was excited to leave behind the enemy she loved the most- Math.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain’t like you to hold back or hide from the light.

She hated everything about Math-the fact that there was only one right answer and the fact that she couldn’t find the right answers most of the times. She just wanted to get rid of it, and every passing moment of enduring it agonized her further. The fact that she couldn’t find meaning in it; and the fact that she couldn’t interpret it in a way that suited her did not help her at all. The fact that now she got to drop it with honour made her happy. New subjects which were more interpretive such as Literature and Psychology made her feel elated.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.
I had hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
That for me it isn’t over.


But it seemed that Math didn’t want to leave her at all. Probably it was reminded of the great times they spent together, locked up in a room, all alone. Probably it loved her so much, that it must have felt like crying on a pillow when she decided to break it off with it. So it followed her, where she was uniting with the new love of her life- Economics. And also Psychology. It seemed that Economics was best friends with Math, and they were such great friends that they always went hand in hand. She didn’t realize it until it was too late-and why not! Economics had only showed her its Marshallian side for the time she interacted with it for the first few years. It wasn’t until she fell in love that it showed her its other sides.

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead”

But she was trapped. She loved Economics too much to leave it and carry on. She decided to ignore Math as much as she could, but also to treat it with maturity. So she interacted with it in the most minimal way. She decided to treat it with civility-or as much civility as it could muster. Math, on the other hand was so miserable, that it never left her. It wasn’t mature enough, and out of the blue threw Calculus at her, even though it knew it made her uncomfortable. She knew it wasn’t over her, but she didn’t harbor much feeling for it anymore. She thought the period of interaction with it-which was most of her life, was something she only wanted to look back and laugh upon. Sadly, it never allowed her to be that person.

You know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

It wasn’t that there weren’t others, Math knew. But it was her. Something about making people who didn’t love you to love you. And as it thought of the times they had fun hurt it. And their relationship wasn’t as much of as a disaster, either. She was glorious in its company most of the times. There were times when they were best of friends, and sometimes she fell asleep in its loving arms. The best part about her was that she tried her best to solve all of its problems. She did her best to try and solve all the problems it threw at her for most of her life. It didn’t know time flew from when she was almost a toddler, when they were first introduced formally to the time when she officially broke up with it, to embrace new subjects in her life. New friends.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.
I’d hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
That for me it isn’t over.

So when she took it off with Economics and Psychology, it was happy-because at least for the next two years it’d still have some kind of interactions with her, at least through Statistics. At least it was still in her mind. That made it happy enough.

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.”

There were millions who fell at its feet, worshiping it like it were an incarnation of God, but it hurt it that she didn’t think of it like that. It wished her luck, but it hoped that she never forgot it. At least she loved it, even if it was more because she hated it so much. She also thought about the times they spent together. She thought of how she dedicated so much of her time to it, trying to solve all its problems, but it never seemed to get over! It also drained her physically and emotionally, so much so that she didn’t have enough energy to spend time with other friends of her.

Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Yet, when she wasn’t faced with it, she thought of all the good times she had with it. She thought of the funny problems it had. She failed to understand why would anybody eat up 250 mangoes at one time? Apart from that hurting the Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility (although some people would call it an exception to the law-because of it being irrational, she had other explanations to give them, one of which was how Economics didn’t show its complete self to her till she loved it way too much, but she didn’t wish to go there.), wouldn’t that person fall sick? Or even die?

Yet, she didn’t regret having Math in her life. It made her realize who she was and what she wasn’t. The memories were bittersweet, especially when she didn’t have to directly deal with it.

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.”

She hoped it would just let go of her, like she has. At least now she has the loving company of people who got her and whom she understood as easily. Although it wasn’t a very easy and smooth friendship, she at least felt the connection- so much that she was willing to go the extra mile just to satisfy both their interests, something she never felt with Math.

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.”


Math knew that it would know her for the rest of her life, even though she didn’t know it yet. It knew it’d be able to follow her to her grave. But probably it didn’t know that this relationship only hurt her. Although it was benefiting from being exposed to another person, it failed to understand how much of an impact it had on her, and not necessarily the good kind either. 

Why would you miss college proffessors and related stories..

Okay, so yesterday was the lat day of Junior College. It hasn’t sunk  in yet, for some reason. Maybe, unlike school, I know I might return back. Maybe, unlike school, I have a long way to go for being ‘typical’. Maybe, unlike school, we have to go anyways, because the EXAMS aren’t over-and that is saying something! But still, even if I don’t exactly know how long before that feeling seeps through my skin… blood… and whatever else, I know I’m going to miss the professors. A little introspection, and I know exactly why..

History– Haven’t I said enough in his story? I mean, come on, he’s so mysterious. How many more teachers (teachers, I use) would teach you history this way? He’s tried, okay? To make himself interesting. But has never succeeded. I know why! Because, it is almost impossible to get out of the walls you’ve created for yourself! Oh, yes! But still- you cannot deny the fact that he knew his stuff-very well. And if you have paid attention, he makes super sense.

Psychology: Prof. FY- Well, this female hit openly on anybody and everybody who crossed her paths. Or so, we thought. She could have been a good child psychologist, but no she was adamant about being a teacher! And, believe me, she did no good! She practically ruined our interest in the subject! I mean, who else would read Pavlov’s find-outs on Classical Conditioning from the text? And, she treated us like kids. Kids of what? 3-4 years? Why would you do that? Urgh. No wonder she got sacked.

Prof. S.Y- Well, what do I say about her? Poor thing, no one ever listened to her. But I tell you what? She had awesome knowledge about what she’s teaching. And has brilliant methods. But, only, if she had some more control over the class! I’m pretty sure that she’ll learn the art of teaching! She’s pretty sweet. At least she was worth listening to, and she did increase my interest for the subject.

Sociology: I never knew such a subject existed until I joined college and was forced to take it, as it came with psych without math! And then, I liked her. With the way she shouts at you and starts laughing mid-way to the way she connects with us through her stories of adolescence, she has actually pinpointed all major the social issues in the contemporary world-especially India. And she taught me that the tribals are more rational and forward than rural, and some urban people! And the field-trip, was WOW! I wish we had more of subjective, hard-core sociology, rather than studying stuff like “Social Reformers”.

Economics:  Who knew Economics was so complicated and one thing leads to the other and that psychology is more what determines the condition of an economy than mathematical models? I never did. And all the while she’s been explaining wow economic models, theories and laws. And everything suddenly made sense-things like why on earth did my pocket money get spent even if it did rise! And, why did I never touch my other money-money received as gifts and all! I would have taken up economics further, but really, I need to get explained those things. I’m no natural, you know? Oh, and she also told us things like how brilliantly some people invested-loans from Japan and investment in India. She always went outside the mundane text to explain how eco works in the real world.

Information Technology:  Oh, he actually knows his stuff! And, so what if he has a very pathetic accent? He still manages to communicate well- I mean, you know exactly what he’s talking about! Although he says things like “Loudently”, you do get the idea! And, yes, he, like the others have made me so interested in what he’s teaching-and never before, have I loved IT more, maybe, except in Class 8!

English: Oh, what do I say about her? You may have heard these words many times, but “words cannot express my feelings!” I mean seriously, I never knew that a stupid Marathi poem transliterated to English would, or might contain any feeling! And, neither did I know that a little kid of 5, from Kashmir would write a poem which actually mirrors problems of remote, rural India. I never knew you could actually learn stuff from movies like Serendipity. I mean, she shows brilliant movies, and reads brilliant middles, and articles and stuff. And the ‘connect’ that we have with her is absolutely marvelous! I know, I’m going to miss her, as I have missed all my English teachers. And the feeling I got when I received a chocolate from her in FY and when she continuously said ‘I’ll miss you, class’, is proof of that. What can I ever write? Anything would be less! 🙂

And, that is what I’ve come to know: that why I would miss all my teachers is that, while some have introduced a new subject to me, the others have brought in the flame for the subject in me. While some have made me realize that I’m nothing, I stand nowhere; the others have made me realize that I do have the scope to be something, to stand somewhere. And the one factor is that, however boring the subject maybe, they’ve found a way to make it interesting, and highly love-able!