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Sometime in January 2008:
IIT class going on. It’s a chemistry lecture. I am not able to grasp one single shit the professor is relentlessly ejaculating. Its not a new thing for me. Been the same since the onset of classes. Frustration mounting by the day, taking toll on my inflated self assessment, eroding it bit by bit- I can crack IIT. It might be hard, but if someone can, that would be me.
The dream always remained unrealized.
That day, the frustration made me assess the life I was leading. IIT was not working out(but oh no, I wasn’t ready to accept it. I modified the ‘not working out’ phrase to ‘I am not trying hard enough’ or something similar. Mental monologue followed: What’s the use? Life without success is as leading a dead life. Would I want to be dead instead? Nah, not worth it. Really? Hey, if you are so frustrated, make up someone and kill him instead. OH YEAH BABY!
This is how my first literary baby was born. My first story changed me as a student, as an individual. Unknowingly, but the transition from the IIT aspirant to somebody else, a creatively inclined, someone who didn't want to be an automaton- mugging some shit each semester, puking it all at the end of it, had begun.
Presenting before you my debut story.
IIT class going on. It’s a chemistry lecture. I am not able to grasp one single shit the professor is relentlessly ejaculating. Its not a new thing for me. Been the same since the onset of classes. Frustration mounting by the day, taking toll on my inflated self assessment, eroding it bit by bit- I can crack IIT. It might be hard, but if someone can, that would be me.
The dream always remained unrealized.
That day, the frustration made me assess the life I was leading. IIT was not working out(but oh no, I wasn’t ready to accept it. I modified the ‘not working out’ phrase to ‘I am not trying hard enough’ or something similar. Mental monologue followed: What’s the use? Life without success is as leading a dead life. Would I want to be dead instead? Nah, not worth it. Really? Hey, if you are so frustrated, make up someone and kill him instead. OH YEAH BABY!
This is how my first literary baby was born. My first story changed me as a student, as an individual. Unknowingly, but the transition from the IIT aspirant to somebody else, a creatively inclined, someone who didn't want to be an automaton- mugging some shit each semester, puking it all at the end of it, had begun.
Presenting before you my debut story.
The End
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