The Horror

“This is a classroom, behave yourselves”, a voice blared with commanding asperity, but the bullying echo struck no chord with the deadpan faces as the echo slowly dissipated into a profound silence.

The teacher's linguistic proficiency renders his knowledge dubious; it is hard to take him seriously when his catchphrase “be seriously” penetrates my ears and assails my senses.

The best use of internet resources for my classmates is using pornhub to search for “12 inch rolls to fill her two holes”.

Most of them, like myself, ended up here for they had no other choice. I wanted to pursue physics , but couldn't make the final cut for Indian Institute of Research and Science. My jee advanced ( an entrance exam ) marks ruled out other institutes of repute.

The ever blooming IT sector turned out to be the last refuge and parents felt convinced I can follow the footsteps of my sister. Btech. in CS, I know, the most trite career choice your have heard in India.

Things went downhill in the first year and now I have to slog through the summer term. The dormant flames of depression from my two years in Kota ( the city that serves as a hub for preparation in entrance exams ) seem to be smouldering insidiously and I feel ensnared by this establishment that stomps over creativity.

I am studying something I never wanted to, trapped someplace where I never intended to be, with people I can never relate to.

I am just an oddity who knows certain things better than his teachers and uses big words.

I think about giving up more often than I'd like to admit. Hopefully things will turn around. :)