It was the morning of Maths paper of 12th board exams. Although Neehar was a good student, among the top 3 in class, he was very tensed. He excelled in all other subjects, but Mathematics has been his nemesis for long. In fact, he was fantastic at it in the first couple of years but later, due to incompetent teachers and their intimidating ways of teaching (read punishing), he lost interest in the subject and gradually came to fear it. Still, he mustered 80 marks out of 100 in the 10th board, due to intense ‘rattafication’ that his school Shri Hanumant Madhyamik Vidyalaya subjected its students to (they’d make students write all MCQs of all passbooks like MBD and RBD with all four options in copies during extra classes which went till late night). But this was a rather paltry score for someone getting an overall 80%-others in the same league, all of them got marks like 93, 95 or 98. To make matters worse, Neehar picked up Science Maths as the subject after 10th despite Shyamji gurji of
The Sorrow of Sunset by Sidthebohemian, literature
Literature
The Sorrow of Sunset
तुम, मैं और डूबता सूरज जाते हुए दिसंबर की इस ढलती हुई शाम, घर की छत पर बैठे हैं मैं और तुम, हम नहीं देख रहे एक दूसरे की आँखों में, हम चुपचाप देख रहे हैं एक ही आसमान. हम एक-दूजे को देखें यह अंतरंगता है, पर जो, जैसे तुम देख रही हो, वही वैसे ही, मैं देखूं, यह अभिन्नता है. हम देख रहे हैं डूबते सूरज को, जो पूरे दिन जी जान से लड़ा, देर सुबह तक कोहरे से जूझा और दोपहर की इक घड़ी चमका भी, पर आखिर सर्द हवाओं ने सोख ही ली उसकी तिरछी किरणों की गर्मी, अपना ज़र्द बेनूर चेहरा कहाँ छुपाए कि एक टुकड़ा बादल भी करीब नही, अखिरी दम से रंग के उफ़क को गुलाबी-केसरिया, शर्मिन्दा सूरज तेजी से गर्क करने चला है खुद को, क्षितिज के पार की अतल गहराइयों में. जैसे-जैसे सूरज डूब रहा है, मेरा-तुम्हारा दिल भी डूब रहा है हवाओं की ठण्डक हमारे अंतस में उतर रही है. लगता है कि कुछ खो रहा है, जैसे कोई अपना, बहुत अपना बिछुड़ रहा हो. चाहे वो साढ़े आठ मिनट पहले ही गुरूब हो चुका होगा, हमारी आँखें थामे हैं उसकी पतली-सी कोर. अब मगर खिंचने लगी है नज़रों की डोर झुटपुटा गहरा रहा है और पीछे छूटी इक्का दुक्का
Let's Talk of Sadness by Sidthebohemian, literature
Literature
Let's Talk of Sadness
Rivers are rivers of grief, Lakes are lakes of sorrow, Eons of piled-up pains, Rise as Mountains, Murky clouds loom, Ever brimming with gloom, When no more can they contain, Teardrops gush down as rain, Dismal skies mirror the wastelands below, And grey oceans filled with infinite woe, The endless expanse of space is darkness...darkness eternal, Where galaxies swirl in spirals of melancholy infernal, Across the voids of desolate, bleak universe, A million light-years doth the tormented soul traverse, There shan't be a time, nor a place, Where it finds a sliver of solace.
You’ve seen it all, you’ve done it all,
Yet you stumbled and took a fall.
Your mind’s going numb 'n carrying on seems pointless,
so you decide you’ve reached the end of your road,
and you can’t come back, it’s a point of no return.
Before you quit, before you call it a day,
Pray listen to what I’ve got to say:
Even the point of no return opens a door.
It tells that you can’t outrun the reality no more,
that it’s time to own-up and come clean,
Which, on your own, may have never been.
Sure the moral high-dwellers will point fingers and throw brickbats,
think of it as the price of your
It was the morning of Maths paper of 12th board exams. Although Neehar was a good student, among the top 3 in class, he was very tensed. He excelled in all other subjects, but Mathematics has been his nemesis for long. In fact, he was fantastic at it in the first couple of years but later, due to incompetent teachers and their intimidating ways of teaching (read punishing), he lost interest in the subject and gradually came to fear it. Still, he mustered 80 marks out of 100 in the 10th board, due to intense ‘rattafication’ that his school Shri Hanumant Madhyamik Vidyalaya subjected its students to (they’d make students write all MCQs of all passbooks like MBD and RBD with all four options in copies during extra classes which went till late night). But this was a rather paltry score for someone getting an overall 80%-others in the same league, all of them got marks like 93, 95 or 98. To make matters worse, Neehar picked up Science Maths as the subject after 10th despite Shyamji gurji of
The Sorrow of Sunset by Sidthebohemian, literature
Literature
The Sorrow of Sunset
तुम, मैं और डूबता सूरज जाते हुए दिसंबर की इस ढलती हुई शाम, घर की छत पर बैठे हैं मैं और तुम, हम नहीं देख रहे एक दूसरे की आँखों में, हम चुपचाप देख रहे हैं एक ही आसमान. हम एक-दूजे को देखें यह अंतरंगता है, पर जो, जैसे तुम देख रही हो, वही वैसे ही, मैं देखूं, यह अभिन्नता है. हम देख रहे हैं डूबते सूरज को, जो पूरे दिन जी जान से लड़ा, देर सुबह तक कोहरे से जूझा और दोपहर की इक घड़ी चमका भी, पर आखिर सर्द हवाओं ने सोख ही ली उसकी तिरछी किरणों की गर्मी, अपना ज़र्द बेनूर चेहरा कहाँ छुपाए कि एक टुकड़ा बादल भी करीब नही, अखिरी दम से रंग के उफ़क को गुलाबी-केसरिया, शर्मिन्दा सूरज तेजी से गर्क करने चला है खुद को, क्षितिज के पार की अतल गहराइयों में. जैसे-जैसे सूरज डूब रहा है, मेरा-तुम्हारा दिल भी डूब रहा है हवाओं की ठण्डक हमारे अंतस में उतर रही है. लगता है कि कुछ खो रहा है, जैसे कोई अपना, बहुत अपना बिछुड़ रहा हो. चाहे वो साढ़े आठ मिनट पहले ही गुरूब हो चुका होगा, हमारी आँखें थामे हैं उसकी पतली-सी कोर. अब मगर खिंचने लगी है नज़रों की डोर झुटपुटा गहरा रहा है और पीछे छूटी इक्का दुक्का
Let's Talk of Sadness by Sidthebohemian, literature
Literature
Let's Talk of Sadness
Rivers are rivers of grief, Lakes are lakes of sorrow, Eons of piled-up pains, Rise as Mountains, Murky clouds loom, Ever brimming with gloom, When no more can they contain, Teardrops gush down as rain, Dismal skies mirror the wastelands below, And grey oceans filled with infinite woe, The endless expanse of space is darkness...darkness eternal, Where galaxies swirl in spirals of melancholy infernal, Across the voids of desolate, bleak universe, A million light-years doth the tormented soul traverse, There shan't be a time, nor a place, Where it finds a sliver of solace.
You’ve seen it all, you’ve done it all,
Yet you stumbled and took a fall.
Your mind’s going numb 'n carrying on seems pointless,
so you decide you’ve reached the end of your road,
and you can’t come back, it’s a point of no return.
Before you quit, before you call it a day,
Pray listen to what I’ve got to say:
Even the point of no return opens a door.
It tells that you can’t outrun the reality no more,
that it’s time to own-up and come clean,
Which, on your own, may have never been.
Sure the moral high-dwellers will point fingers and throw brickbats,
think of it as the price of your
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