Moods of Transport — Chapter 4

Waiting at the bus stop, I hear a voice familiar to that of my father’s, as he says something all the while looking at the screen and yells the word ‘stupid’ at a device which is supposedly known to be smart, before keeping it back in his pocket. He asks me to put that heavy…

Breach or Reach — Chapter 1

I was sent to school to become a sane human being. I was sent from my mother’s lap crying and sad, not wanting to leave the house to a place where me being the most energetic lad in the home, was thrashed because of the same reason, I was asked to always keep sitting where I was…

Growing UP — Chapter 2

By now my paper folding friend is excited to meet me after the vacations. I see him loaded with a carton and a big bag on the first day and lethargic as ever, having no clue on what was he carrying and whom it was for. The closer he came the heavier the pile of recreational & engaging…

Pen-seal — Chapter 3

As I asked the stationary guy to give me a pen, little did he know that we are grown up and pencils are for kids now, his happy face conveyed that the box of pencils which he expected me to buy will need more time to be sold out, scribbling on the pad and feeling the flow of the pen I…

Untitled 101

The only way our energies can be channelised and preserved from the outside world to create a better education system or in more apt words a system that is independent of my age to learn, my interest to learn, my ability to learn and my wish to unlearn. The only way it can be created is by not having a…