Yugantar Writes

A cup of tea, and a newspaper headline "Boy, 18, Kills Himself". Usual news it was. Forensics confirmed of suicide. No words of clemency around. Blasphemies from many mouths, a pair of eyes though shed hushed tears, as if asking for forgiveness. Boy. Thick rimmed glasses- a show-off they called, dissembled bulk of hair-careless they called, un-ironed pants-lazy they whispered, class topper-cheater they claimed, name- Munal they loathed. Lower middle class family. Raised by father, hated by his stepmother and her daughter. He lost his mother when he was five and together with mother, he lost his voice. Sole but jovial soul, bright one he was. Physics he considered his heart. He revered Hawking, and loved relativity as much. Discoursing with guitar, frets and chords soothed him. He bled ink, for pen was his only voice. His stories spoke of stars and vanished souls. Being mute had no rewards. But petite did his lost voice affected him. No grievances he had of his inf...

Let me make it clear at the beginning, neither am I the motivational speaker or preacher nor the guy who pushes you to get more of yourself. I am just trying to share what I feel about ourselves. Believe me, we are just normal. We cannot get over anything right? Yes, that’s us; typical teenagers. We are hard at ourselves sometimes and sometimes too soft. We have typhoon swirling in our minds. It's the storm of agony, thunder of love, the avalanche of anger, the flood of woe, and sometimes the slight zephyr of motivation. You find yourself on parabolic curve of a function concave both downwards and upwards- sometimes you get yourself at the local maxima and sometimes at local minima. That's typical of us, completely normal; believe me. Just little things wandering over our minds every time! Depressions, broken relationships, hardships, boring classes, just a bit of cigarette you started smoking from yesterday, the lecture of mechanics you missed or that wonderful girl fro...