An Orange Cloud

Aditya Studying is good. It’s good for a good life. Only good, not great. I have heard of people being great in life and most of the time it’s not because they studied really well in school, college, topped every exam, and won a gold medal for being the topper of toppers. I don’t think studies are the answer for everything. Yes, there are people who are academically blessed, who are just really into academic validation, but honestly, i'm not very fond of them. Any human, any student must have some extra-circular specialty. It’s very importan-   “ADITYA” screams the social teacher, at an attempt to catch my attention. “f-ck” ah f-ck sorry. Ahh shit. I mumble real hard. “I’m sorry sir” I say standing up. Ah there comes the chaos, I can feel the people murmuring all around me, it makes my skin crawl. What’s so interesting about me?? “Pay attention, now sit down.” He says sternly. I can’t believe I got distracted in social class. I’ll continue the ted-talk later.   Coupl...

TW: mentions of r-pe, bl0od This is an analogy, don’t take it literally. So basically this is about situations where you over think and rip off the band aid. Forgive me that was another analogy.   Let me explain with a small example. Imagine there was a test tomorrow. You studied really hard, like you pulled an all-nighter for it. Later you find out the exam is very easy. Almost too easy. It’s not because you studied so well, because all your friends who didn’t study like you got the same marks as you.   So ya.   Searching metaphors in everything but in reality there is nothing interesting in it.   There are times in life when you put in a lot of efforts even when it’s not needed.       "The Absinthe Drinker" by Edgar Degas     Was it a mosquito? Or did I just hit myself too hard?   Was it a 6 feet deep pool? Or did I just drown in a pond?   Was it a heart break? Or did I just cry over a...

  It reeks of sickness. Life and death seem to be the only choices one can make. Yes, some people choose death over dying for it’s faster. It’s mostly old people who have been confined to the beds, machines, needles, medicines that choose a straight line. There are still people who, even though being in the bleakest of lives choose to be hopeful and fight for their lives every single day. And then there are those, those who know when they’re going to die. Those whose death has given them a time, oh so limited too. Those who can’t just choose to die now but continue to die slowly until it’s time.   Maya is the last one. "In the movies, when the character has cancer" starts Maya hesitantly shifting her eyes from the doctor and her mom “their hair, it starts falling and stuff." feeling her brown hair, still growing, with her right hand,” why is mine ... still there?" "THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT TO ASK?" Maya’s mom screams echo in the hospital room. She stands b...