The Angry Maths paper

Ok! I’ve never been excessively angry about anything right from my childh… wait a minute… Oh yes! There’s this one incident!

The year was 2009 (or 2010? Doesn’t matter Anyway):

I received my Maths paper at around the end of that day. Little did I know that it’d be a turning point in my life (Wrong turn indeed).

I had failed. Failed for the first time in my life (in academics). I couldn’t take that then. In India, getting anything below 40% of the total marks is failure. Failure doesn’t end there. ‘Failures’ get to be part of a parent-teacher meeting: one in which the teachers let out their mostly wild imaginations of the student’s activities in class.

I was furious. But about whom? I guess it was about me. I hadn’t studied for the exam. I was angry like never before. I just wanted to kill myself in the most painful way. I had this parent-teacher meet to face. Even before that, I had to inform my parents on this calamity.

Life seemed dull. I shouted at whatever silly things that happened. I cursed my laziness, my friends who always encouraged fun and discouraged studies. Hatred ran in my body.

Yet, after I gathered the guts to tell it to my father, things went well.

Time heals.

I’m a better person now. Failures don’t haunt me the way they once did.

Anger is the enemy of reason. Logic seems stupid through angry eyes.

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Lazy Me

Everyone has some evil in themselves and two eyes that identify evil in others.

The biggest evil in me and the least favourite quality (quality sounds good in certain contexts. So let me use ‘evil’ instead) is laziness.

I have my Semester exams coming up. Exams always have the quality of arriving even before you blink. I have never had the time to prepare. I had time for the ten poems that don’t even make it to the drafts folder. I had time for the two stories I’m planning to finish before the New Year. Yet, time for studies is something that my mind cannot accommodate or tolerate. I searched for the reason for years and years and finally found the word : ‘Laziness’. That laziness that doesn’t let you get up from your couch on a rainy day. That laziness that lets you postpone your homework for the absolutely useless Television show you have been following.

Laziness comes with friends. Friends called Procrastination, Drowsiness and complacency.

I always knew going back to school without finishing the record work will mean doom. Laziness would whisper, “Take the challenge buddy! Gimme more!”

I always knew not knowing to drive a car will be looked down badly upon. Laziness would yell, “Fool! Pollution! Pollution! What about the next generation? Fool!”

I always knew the degree is the primary qualification for a job in my country. “Think Steve Jobs. Think Bill gates. Think Zuckerberg. You’re a genius”.

You know who said that. Don’t you?

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