She wounded the paper with the ink of her words.


She looked down at her trembling hands as a lone tear escaped her eye,

It was all over for her now;
Months of hard work which she had put in seemed to have gone to waste,

All her roads seems blocked now;
The comforting words of her peers simply had no effect on her ,

She just wanted to run away now;

The girl knew that she had it in her to achieve all that she wanted,

But her dreams seemed too far fetched now;

It was important for her to pick herself up and get back on the saddle,

And the time was NOW;

Dear Best Friend..

Dear Best Friend,

I’m watching the cursor blink on the page as I realise I’ve never been at such a loss of words before. It’s happening again, I’m watching it disappear and reappear. Im quite certain that our friendship will not disappear into the blankness of the page. Itll be as steady and bold as the black line which appears yet again-not giving up. 

The first thing that comes to my mind when I think of the potato heading you is your INSANELY loud laughter which causes all of us to hiss”mycaaaa stop.” However, behind every one of those bouts of laughter, there is a precious memory which I hope to never forget.(but I probably have already, haven’t I ?)I might not express how much I adore because of the shield I always have up but you have to know that you’re one of my favorite people in this world.I pinky promise to be there for you always. Whether we re sitting and playing with glue in the back bench or having intense conversations about our bright future(the future’s bulb is fused for a few years though)I know that if I ever stray from the right path, you’ll run after me (falling in process of course cause you’re one of the clumsiest person on this planet ) showing me the right direction. And I hope to be able to do the same for you.

On your birthday, (I know I’m late) I just wanted to tell you how special you actually are. I wish that my words have been able to convey atleast half of what I’m trying to say. 

I wish you a very happy birthday. 



Downfalls of the Indian Education System.

Although Swami Vivekananda had said “Education is the manifestation of perfection, already present in man” The question is whether our school system does much to nurture a child’s potential and make him a worthy and successful being in the real world.


India boasts of 74% literacy but does the system create well educated adults? Let us focus on the stark realities of the Indian education system. 

The first being: lack of critical analysis in the Indian education system

Learning by rote utterly plagues our system. The scoring of marks based on rote learning overtakes the inherent quality of a child to be curious, prying and fascinated by the world of knowledge.. Paraphrasing is unacceptable to our teachers and we are expected to learn the text book word to word. We are judged on our ability of memorising a string of words rather than our ability to grasp a new concept and to understand addition to not being encouraged to use our own words…if we ever dared to write “I think ”and express a personal opinion , it would be in the same category as a criminal offence. 

We need to be taught to think on our own feet and be able to analyse topics rather than sponging up information in a decadent fashion. For this change to come to about i approach you to make it compulsory for all examination papers to have a question in which you have the critically analyse a topic. At the end of the year all students should also be encouraged to write a critical paper or extended essay on topic they wish to analyse which is outside the school curriculum.

Our education system needs to be revamped and built to recognise original contributions in the form of creativity, problem solving, valuable research and innovation.
Every other night, I sit in front of the tv and watch a show called “shark tank” in which investors place their money on aspiring entrepreneurs who came to them with novel creations. This show has made me realise that Today, originality is what makes you a billionaire and not just full marks on an insignificant test. So why is it that the Indian education does not encourage innovation?
One method to bring some change was by introducing the making of projects in the curriculum. This has definitely encouraged group work but the inherent nature if the student to simply Google search information and copy paste it has made them work like robots. When the student is asked to present the topic in a proactive manner, they are found to be uninformed, clueless and dumbstruck.

Whenever we read a book, be it fiction, historical, autobiographical or of any genre; we should read it to learn from it and not just to keep with the ever changing popular read lists. We should be able to delve into the subject of the book and chew on its matter. Similarly what we study in our curriculum needs to be understood and thought over rather than the mere learning of facts because “reading a book without thinking over it is like chewing food without digesting it.” Knowledge needs to go beyond the textbook.
The edu system does not pay heed to the enhancement of cocurricular activities.
The importance of all round development of a student cannot be stressed on enough. Co curricular activities like sports help to improve our, strategic planning abilities, our confidence and it helps us to analyse our strengths and weaknesses. Indian schools have constantly neglected this. For the sake of formality, students are given a football or cricket bat once a week and left on the playground to do as they please. In our school, they’ve done away with this formality too. Middle school students are expected to play ‘sent a letter’ each and every week in PE class. Co curricular activities are not just restricted to sports but many other activities such as art, dance, music. Every child should have the opportunity to do atleast one of these activities in their school day and not just once a week. It keeps the mind of the student and fresh and it helps them study better.

Theres is a need for syllabus updation 

in todays world change is happening very fast. Almost every 5th year there is a new generation with a new outlook on things. However the syllabus remains stagnant over the years

When I talk to my parents or grandparents about my school syllabus, I realise that nothing much has changed in the education pattern over the years. However, when we look at our -Grandparents generation and our generation as a whole, we see how much change has taken place and how much we’ve evolved. Unfortunately, education has not changed with the times. 

For instance, Middle school students are still taught how to operate ms paint and use basic when the technological world has moved much ahead from that. Today, students need to be taught how to use coral draw, Photoshop and coding instead of the programs which have become redundant now. 

The goal of our new education system should be to create entrepreneurs, innovators, artists, scientists, thinkers and writers who can establish the foundation of knowledge based economy rather that a low quality service provider. 

Take the case of an eighteen year old youth, with about 12 to 14 years of formal education. They should be able to function in the real world. However they are ignorant about subjects such as Bank/ Investment/ Price of vegetables/ Communication skills / Knowledge of the global situation/  Indian politics/ Inflation/  Taxation. So even after investing so many years in education they are uninformed and in a way illiterate.

 Today, we know the function of each and every cell in our body but do we know how to use these cells when we are standing in front of an ATM trying to withdraw money to survive?

Our education system is geared towards teaching and testing knowledge at every level as opposed to teaching skills. “Give a man a fish and you feed him one day, teach him how to catch fish and you feed him for a lifetime.” Thus, teaching skills to a man does enable him for a lifetime. 
next reform which needs to be brought about is the balance of theory and practice in our school curriculum

“In theory, there is no difference between practice and theory. In practice, there is.”

Knowledge or rather information is largely forgotten after the semester exam is over. The fact is even a so called ‘high scorer’…maybe theoretically strong, but is practically disadvantaged  to navigate real life. There was a time when a notebook and a pencil were sufficient tools for study in a classroom. In today’s world, students need much more to prepare themselves for the job market. The thing that has not changed is the impact a teacher can have on the life and learning of a student.

Present education system is not sufficient. It is mainly bases on the theoretical knowledge rather than practical knowledge.
Practical knowledge — helps you acquire the specific techniques that become the tools of your trade. It sits much closer to your actual day-to-day work. There are some things you can only learn through doing and experiencing. Where theory is often taught in the ideal of a vacuum, the practical is learned through the reality of life.

Practical knowledge can often lead to a deeper understanding of a concept through the act of doing and personal experience.

For example, when you study chemistry from a text book it might be difficult to recall the names of compounds and their colours. However, when you firsthand perform the experiment and see the effects, its quite easy to retain the information and learn it.

All this applies to the well known public schools I’m not even going to talk about a product of our government schools, or rural India. The education calls for an urgent revamp so that the youth are adequately educated and are able to help develop our nation further. 

The aims of the ncert are to create such an education system where classroom boundaries do not become barriers, where value education is given weightage and where we can develop skills and self knowledge. But are these goals met?



She had been floating, in the deep blue skies, in a bubble of her own for a while now.

When Reality thought it was about time to give her a check.

And just like that, her bubble which she lived in for so long – Popped.

She looked around helplessly, desperate to see if someone cared
enough to save her.

Her arms flailed wildly as she descended from cloud 9 and she embraced herself, ready to hit the hard ground.

She hated to admit that she still had this tiny sliver of hope inside her that He would come to save her.

But he failed her yet again, and she lay there on the ground – Broken.

I Don’t Know.

I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve tried something new,

I look at myself in the mirror and wonder how long it’s been since I’ve lost that twinkle in my eye;

I used to be fun, I used to be chirpy and now I’m just numb and stained.

I feel so alone at times and it feels like…

That there’s no one to just hold me while I break.

If I could, I  would grasp the chance to just escape from reality even if it’s for a split second.

Has my life become this meaningless?

Am I that desperate for a break from monotony?

Will I be passionate ever again?

And the worst part is, that I don’t know the answer to any of those questions.

The Storm Inside

It had become a daily routine for the boy now-to wake up at the crack of dawn and cycle to the harbor to watch as the sun rose from its slumber and the light played tricks on the water.

But today, things were different, the sky was not its peaceful self and the clouds looked like they were ready to burst any minute now. It was a gloomy morning. He hated days like these since they reminded him most of his father.

It had been a very difficult year for him without his father. At the prime age of life, a boy needed a strong father to guide him and make sure he would grow up to become a gentleman. Nostalgia hit him as he looked back to the days when he was not the only one sitting at the harbor watching the colorful sails of the ships  but when his father would be right beside him sharing the silence and just enjoying one another’s presence.

A fat tear rolled down his cheek as he was reminded of the night he was informed that his father’s ship had been lost at sea. Another tear rolled down as he pictured the grief stricken expression on his mother’s face when she got to know. He knew he had to be strong, he had to hold his head up high and support his mother emotionally, being the only child. He had to be a responsible student in his last year of high school so that he could afford to go to college. This past year had been too much for him to handle and his emotional strength had been tested in the most unimaginable ways. He had cracked. His tears disappeared into the raindrops which were now falling relentlessly. The helpless birds rushed to find shelter.large (2)

The streets were deserted and he was the only one out of his bed on this stormy morning. He was alone. He had been alone ever since his father had left him. There was nothing that could fill the void in his heart that his father had left. So he just sat there, watching the storm and wondering when the storm inside him would stop and it would be peaceful again.

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