Exams are over? Already?

I can’t begin to describe how I wait for this two month long period of absolute bliss – everyone looks forward to exams. This is the only time when I live, you know! I feel alive! This energy that courses through my veins is almost indescribable.

I have always enjoyed exams, but this time was insane! – 12th standard board exams are the thing. Last for at least 4 months, if you look at it. No one should be allowed to enjoy such uninterrupted joy for this long. Do they want to spoil the students?

I can’t begin to describe my exam time exploits.

Waking up early. No, I am not talking about your usual waking up to the sound of birds chirping and the sight of the soft sun – that’s too mainstream. What’s so enjoyable about the rising sun anyway? The sun is… it’s just…there. Throughout the day. If you look closely, you might even spot it in broad daylight.

I get excited just setting alarms starting 5 a.m. , then at each five minute threshold after. The sound of the alarm in the morning is the most soothing of all. Birds who? Chirping what? Sometimes I get so carried away setting alarms that they ring throughout the day. Bonus: it’s a good background sound for studying. Helps with concentration. Ocean sounds what? Guitar who? K-pop why? (No, seriously. Why are you even listening to K-Pop while studying?)

Waking up to the sight of your books fills you with that pure, sublime sensation of panic, of regret for not studying when you still had time. I put off studying just so I can experience the pleasure of sleeping for just four out of the 24 hours of the day.

On second thoughts, you don’t have to wake up early if you don’t sleep at all. Aha! Roll safe.

Exam time is the only time when I can take care of my body properly. Some o’ that nourishin’, some o’ that maintainin’ , some o’ that sustainin’, ya see?

I finally get the opportunity to skip breakfast. And water who?

I know my regime is successful when I see my under eye circles getting darker and darker day by day. I pride myself on this all natural look that no amount of makeup can achieve.

The behavioural change is the best part. You get to feel the crank. Getting bad tempered and antisocial, not wanting to talk to anybody  – all this makes my parents proud.

Ah, I can go on and on about this. But alas, the more I think about those sweet, sweet days, the more I start to miss them. I miss those days when I did nothing but study, when I didn’t have the time to talk to my friends, when I had to schedule even minutes of my day, when I didn’t have the time to take bath.

Harsh reality awaits me now. The exam days are over, gone. Now all I have to do is sleep through the whole day, to sit there doing nothing but stare at the walls without regretting the time being wasted in the process. My parents have stacked the kitchen with chips and chocolates just to remind me that the days of happiness are over, that I now have to get myself together. My grandparents have been pampering me but I can’t take it. I feel myself breaking under pressure. I am weak. People do experience post exam stress, don’t they? I never had a strong personality.

Dark times await. I dread the phone calls I keep receiving from my friends, pushing me for a get together, a party, some o’ that chillin’.

That is not all. My dark circles are vanishing. I am losing my beauty, day by day.

This is the Kalyug the scriptures talk about – the age of Vice, the age of Kali. I can almost envision Lord Kalki atop a white horse with a drawn blazing sword.

Brace yourselves.

  • Pakhi


What? You clicked? Wasn’t the title enough? Hey, I was just trying to tell everybody that they like to walk on crumpled leaves.

Had I seen such a title, I would probably be like “Um, Okay!”, and scroll down. But you clicked, which means that you are expecting something more. Let me see what more I can possibly add to this very obvious statement.

Aha! So, everybody loves walking. Especially sleepwalkers. They just can’t resist. Are you a sleepwalker? No? Thank goodness, I thought I just lost a reader.

Moving on, everybody loves… leaves! And why not, they give us oxygen, and… well, they give us oxygen. Isn’t that a reason enough to love them? You are living to read this post today because of leaves. If you don’t love leaves, rethink your existence, you anti – life being.

So you combine your love for walking, and your love for leaves to get: “Everybody loves walking on crumpled leaves!”

Wait, there’s a mistake. Where did crumpled come from? That’s obvious too. Basically crumpled leaves have a soothing sensation due to the sound they produce as you step on them.

But why do they do that? Maybe you are breaking their bones as you walk over them. What? Leaves don’t have bones? I always knew science was odd.

Or maybe, they just have a really raspy voice, and are cursing under their breath as you crush them under your feet. Maybe they are just going “Damn You!” “Damn You!” “Damn You!”, all leaves at once.

Think twice before walking on crumpled leaves, you anti – life being.

There, there, I understand your psychology now. You don’t care about leaves. But you do care about yourself, right! What if there is a pit dug in the ground as a trap, and hidden by lots of crumpled leaves? If you come across a big heap of crumpled leaves…No, don’t jump on the hea…come back, you! Now dust those dry leaves off your sweater. Okay, I’ll let it go this time. The next time, just shove them aside. Just bend your fingers a little, and swim your hands through. Create a clear passage.

Or better, carry a rake around! I read an interview where the actress revealed the three things she doesn’t leave her home without: Her sunglasses, her lip balm, and a rake: you never know when you might need one.

Yeah, there you are ready to go. Now you can step inside that massive pit in the ground without any obstacle. Learning something new everyday!


The heat makes me weary and dull. Washing my face innumerable times, I still can’t distinguish between water and sweat – which appears so quickly.
Even warm winds start to comfort me at this point, but the warmth slowly turns to a soothing cool, gradually turning chilly. The dusty winds push the sun behind the clouds, as if even the sun was tired of the heat. Skies turn from a scorching yellow to a welcome blue – a blue, which for once isn’t gloomy, a glorious blue which stands for delight instead.
And as the first drop of rain falls to the ground, it doesn’t create a puddle, but rises off as steam on touching the ground, as if afraid to face the unforgiving heat  captured inside the land. Lazy drops turn to heavy rain, and the world embraces its true colours which were lost till now.
Grasshoppers are always a shade more than just happy. They are euphoric – capering, hopping about in the greens, not caring if they land back on the grass, on a tree, or even on my shoulder.
Hours fly away unnoticed as I stand in the balcony, my eyes following the drops from heavens to the ground. I am enveloped by cozy winds which drive some droplets on to my face, some splattering on my clothes.
But do I mind this little play?

Ah, the monsoons at last!

  • Pakhi


Bottles remind me of bottlenecks. Not the concept though, just the word. ‘Bottleneck’ – something I never really understood. That’s the case with everything when it comes to science.

In ninth standard, they split science into three. But Chemistry was the worst of all.

Chemistry is all about atoms, you see? No, you don’t. You can’t quite see them. It’s even harder for me as I already use spectacles. ( Difficulty in seeing far off things)

And I don’t quite believe in things that I have never seen. Are atoms even real? Or are they just fragments of someone’s imagination? And if they are imagination, then it’s a stupid one. As Mark Twain said, ”You can’t defend your eyes when your imagination is out of focus”. Oh wait. Focus…focul…focal…focal point? No, I don’t want to remember… I better change this line of thought before those retarded lens diagrams invade my mind.

Physics wasn’t a bed of roses either. And good that it isn’t. Calculate the pressure created by roses on the mattress if the bed is wooden. My tears still stain the physics book. By the time we came to gravitation, I just gave up. So what if it was the first chapter?

But biology was the best. Among the three. I mean it wasn’t my all time favorite subject, but…you get the idea. Consider three cupcakes – one of them has ants feasting on it, the other is a month old, and the third one was sun-dried until it cracked. Which one do you eat? All of them. (That was a trick question)

The good thing with biology is that it’s relatable. You see, bio means ‘life’. And I live. Biology makes sense!

But whatever the case be, I’m glad to have left science 17,520 hours back. Good time calculating that, Physics.


We live in a world where long books exist. Books that we have always wanted to read,
but couldn’t, because of how lengthy they appeared to be : ‘War and Peace’, ‘Les Misérables’, your Chemistry textbook from ninth standard – the list makes up another long book.

But before embarking upon this journey, ask yourself – why do you want to read a long novel when you can easily read your phone’s instruction manual and claim to be a reader?
Is it merely something to brag about to your friends? In that case, why not!

But you could do that without reading the novel. The problem is, that some people may demand proof. They might feel that you can explain the book to them better than the author can.

In that case, it is very difficult to make up a story that goes with the title. And for the record, ‘Gone With the Wind’ is not about hurricanes.

So here are some ways that will help you to get through long books:

1. Tell your friends

  • About how long the novel that you are currently reading is, and how apprehensive you are about completing it.
  • Keep a sly smile on your face and your eyebrows raised while you speak of your misfortune, such that your face projects nothing but plain pretense. You might hear motivating things like “don’t read it then” or “what a show-off!”, which will help you read the book with renewed determination.
    Don’t forget to update the people on social media who are hungry to know what’s on your reading list. That one like on your status will surely add to the motivation.

2. Start small

  • If you are new to reading, then picking up a long book might not be a good idea. You should begin small. Read WhatsApp’s terms and conditions and privacy policy for a start.

3. Divide the book in smaller sections

  • Rebinding will cost you, though.

4. Read fast

  • It is not necessary to read each and every word. You can skim through the paragraphs. But make sure you understand what’s in it. It is no use reading the segment all over again in case you didn’t quite catch the gist of it the first time. Quite counter – productive, I would say.

5. Never skip breakfast

  • It is the most important meal of the day.

6. Read continuously

  • The key to completing a notoriously long book is to read it continuously. Do not take breaks in between. Read your book while texting, eating, reading another book, walking – and don’t worry about falling into manholes, they provide a peaceful environment to read.

7. The quicker way

  • Simply watch the movie. But you will miss out on the pleasure of saying “the book was much better than the movie”.

So there you have it.

But the most important part of reading a novel is to learn something from it.
Like ‘Gone with the Wind’ teaches you to beware of hurricanes.

Happy reading!



The word gives me the jitters. Instantly, my mind goes like :

“Hey, do you want to know how it feels to be surrounded by a hundred lizards?


“Okay, lemme show you anyway.”

And there you are – a hundred lizards crawling all over your existence as you panic.

Everyone fears lizards. I find those people really weird who can look the lizards in the eye, fist raised, and say “I don’t fear you.”

I feel that fearing lizards is completely normal. There is a bit of it in everyone. That being said, those of you who don’t relate must visit their nearest psychologist who will most efficiently implant a phobia of lizards in you.

Lizards climb walls and do nothing. How terrifying is that!

The idea is that I can’t stand being in a room already chosen by a lizard. Just because two living beings have the same choice doesn’t possibly make them friends.

Well, in some cases it can. I, for instance, love yellow couches. If I ever come across a random person who said “I love yellow couches!” out loud at the table opposite to mine at a restaurant, chances are that we might be hanging out together at the end of the day. How else do you think I have formed my present friend circle?

But things are different with reptiles.

Entering a lizard – inhabited room can cause a tumult of emotions in the mind. The struggle is real.

The irrational part of my mind would say “Ignore it”.
But the rational one would say “You could possibly die. A human and a lizard can never share a room. Think about it.”

And I think about it. It’s the kind of situation they describe in proverbs:
“There can only be one hero in the movie.”
“There can’t be two tigers on the same hill”
“Pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger”

And owing to the strong personality that I have, I walk out.

You see, it is not always about having your way. One must let others have their way too, sometimes. And in case of lizards, always.


I might want to sway the winds,
Rule over the rivers and lakes,
To command the fires to burn,
Or control the whole world.

No, I cannot,
Perhaps I can.

I can sway the winds
of my mind,
I can rule over the rivers and lakes
Of my emotions intertwined,
And only I can command the fires
of my soul,
For, I am another world of my own…

  • Pakhi


The air carries distant fragrances,
And reveals the face of each place
In the guise of a scent.

The air brings them to me,
Sometimes sweet as honey,
Or tangy, which goes straight to the head.
And sometimes it is a strong spicy,
So strong, I can almost get a taste of it.

An aroma is ever-present.
I sense each fragrance wherever I go,
As if it is my own.

The fragrance whiffs me into its world,
And the air becomes the perfume of my skin.

  • Pakhi



My hands are always soiled with mud,
And each one looks the same as the other 
In my large extended family, spread as far as Earth itself.

It is cool down here,
A silent, calming darkness
Where I know not when I am asleep or awake.

But sometimes I grow weary of this black stillness.
My world is a hushed secret,
Where the occasional wriggle of an insect creates a buzz.

Will I ever see the world outside,
Or is it as dark as my own?

I think not.

For, the leaves had told me once
That there is light above this underground
Where a Sun shines.

And one day had the trunk nervously whispered to me ,
That it is hard to meet eyes with the Sun.
But that doesn’t worry me much,
As I can only feel, and my vision is blurred.

But do I really want to face the world outside
Leaving my cozy place underneath?

I think not.

For, my ears are made for hearing the silence,
My veins find comfort running in the dark,
And I can feel alive only in this world
Under the ground.

  • Pakhi