Shit Happens!

It’s not an article. It’s outburst. It’s not a result of lengthy research. I never do that. Neither I reflect nor do I analyze. I speak what my mind echoes. And that goes precise, all the time. I don’t speak against system or anyone in personal. I speak against decisions. Those ruin lives. And, as accustomed, I don’t care about upshots.

CBSE. Or CBSC. Or whatever. I still don’t know what it is exactly. But it’s drivel. It’s introduced so that kids in our state can compete with kids of other states. So uncool. That’s the root of India as I said earlier, the race. But it speaks volume about or political ineptitude. These wise people need to understand that when India loses match against Australia, we change our strategies. Change the management sometimes. Plan hard, strive harder. But we don’t change the color of our jerseys to yellow. That’s it. Bringing in CBSE was sheer sign of our vulnerable determination.

And the fact of assigning this year the tag of ‘experiment’ is ridicule in point of fact. So we are not sure of our results and consequences but we want to move ahead. Great. Even a kid makes sure the key is winded before flaunting his fancy toys. The thing irritates a lot. That’s what all the parents think stamping our fates. That’s what makes us losers. That’s what takes away the life. The experiment.

Not that it is bad. It is wrong. Learning was possible without CBSE. Not that CBSE is beyond intellectual capability. It is overemphasized. It is overrated. It is mandatory. It’s like spending grands on dinner at five star and eating what waiter chooses for you. No priorities at all. No space for creativity. No space to think beyond and prove the potential. No space at all.

Moreover, very few people identify with the things taught. I personally don’t identify with any of the things. Neither I’m interesting in lying down new axioms for speed and velocity nor do I want to play with chemicals for rest of my life. I don’t wish to become a vet and thus have no concern for learning anatomy of lizards. I don’t know what this log table is and I don’t wish to know. It’s not I don’t want to learn. It’s not I’m against it. It’s I can’t do it. It’s beyond my capabilities. You may call me a loser and that’s it. But I don’t like this tag of inferiority. If you don’t like shirts with half sleeves you go for full sleeves. And the vice versa. Every small thing in life has got options but the thing that decides your fate for the entire lifetime hasn’t got any. Even if it has, they are insufficient and unsatisfactory. Knowledge is not the only thing required to survive. You ought to know the world, surpassing parameters laid by education. You ought to see the world beyond the vision of your parents and teachers. Not that they are wrong, but you’re doing it wrong if you don’t have a separate opinion. You should die.

Remove all the doctors/ engineers and India is a big hole. Hard to digest yet true. And that’s the true India. Led by creativity and backed with talent. Very few people try to become something else other than that. Not because they have lesser grades but because they have the stronger will. I’m not opposing the idea of becoming doctor, I’m laughing at the reason behind the idea of becoming a doctor.

Learning science is presently all about dealing with spits. Those with higher grades have to wipe the spits of other people and those with lesser grades have to lick. But spit is a spit after all. No using your brain and no reflecting your own ideas. You have to follow Newton and Einstein without any questions in your brain. If you have, kill it and rot the answers found by these great people. But don’t use your brain. Otherwise we’ll knock you out of the race. That’s the science college. The moment you join science is the moment your life gets a full stop. It’s the end. No beyond and nothing further. Worse, if don’t have little bit of Einstein in your genes. You’re dead. You’ll experience deathly pricks and pangs each moment. Dump your dreams and set your desires on fire. Just hope, you survive.

 

Generation next. Generation blatant.- III

This is a series. Read the earlier posts before moving on to this. You can read the first post here. You can read the second post here. Thank you.

Aaryan avoided Diya that day. He didn’t speak with her. ‘What was wrong?’ she wondered. She asked him. “I didn’t like it.” He said. “What? Sammy is friend. Just a friend. What’s wrong with you?” She replied. “Don’t know. But I surely do not like this.” He repeated. “Don’t you trust me?” She asked. He was numb. Things were stretched.

Is she right? She might be wrong. But I should trust her? Should Sammy be trusted? She is my wife. I should trust her. His mind was messed up. Like a jigsaw puzzle. More he thought, more complicated it got. Life is not that easy.

“Sorry for the last night. I trust you. I love you. More than anyone else could do.” He said and kissed her on forehead. She grinned. He left. He was happy. She smiled.

He reached the place he liked the most. The cricket ground. He had an important match that day. To everyone’s surprise, Sammy was included in the team. Vick was surprised. How can it happen? He thought. Aaryan sensed his uneasiness.

“I know what is bothering your mind. Don’t worry. Sammy is a good player.” Aaryan said. “I tell you, he is not to be trusted.” Vick replied. “Chill. He is a good man.” “Amen!”

The match started. Things favored them. Opposite team gave up at a very low score. But it was a game of uncertainties. Aaryan was bowled out for a duck. Another three of his men got out for the same score. Vick was still there, holding the hope. Sammy came on to bat. Two years of patience reflected his game. He felt a strong urge to whack every ball to the boundaries. He did so. They won. Vick and Sammy were the heroes. Sammy was awarded for his brilliant knock. Aaryan instructed them to have rest instead of celebrations as they had another match the next day.

“Hey! Congrats buddy. You nailed it completely. Let’s have a drink.” Vick said to Sammy. “Thank you but I’m not drinking.” Sammy replied. “Cheer up man. You deserve it. C’mon let yourself go.” The more reluctant Sammy was the more Vick forced him. Sip by sip he drank enough alcohol to lose his conscience. Vick was a smart ass. He wanted Sammy to get crapulent. He gave him some more alcohol. Strong. The truth was to be poured out.

“I have feelings for Diya. Deep feelings buddyyyyy…” He screamed. “Yo man! Diya is your stuff. Aaryan is a douche I tell and Diya! So hot man.” Vick agitated him. “Aaryan.. The man makes me uncomfortable. Bloody tyke.” He shouted at his loudest. A keeper knocked his door. “Aaryan sir instructed you to keep piece. Your voice is reaching other guest rooms.” The keeper said. “Let it reach. Tell that cock sucker I’m not gonna listen to him. Understand you moron.” Sammy said and pushed him. The keeper to got hyper. A clash took place. Vick witnessed it interestingly. Everyone hurried to the place as they heard a big noise. Sammy hurled the beer bottle at keeper injuring him badly. The keeper narrated the entire happenings. Vick added to whatever happened earlier and made the entire drama spicier. He told Aaryan that Sammy said he went extreme with Diya. Many a times. Aaryan was frustrated. He was uneasy. He was angry. He was reckless. He went straight way to his wife.

“Sorry. I’m sorry for whatever happened. I went wrong. Please forgive me.” Diya said. Vick was surprised. She really went extreme with him. Aaryan was broke. He cried. He cussed himself. He hated himself for trusting Diya.

Goodness lost the battle with cruelty. Aaryan thought, he was Othello. She was Desdemona. But he didn’t know Vick was the Shakespeare.