The History Exam

This is the story of a History Exam,
termed as
the 'Third World War' and
the 'Second Cold War.'
Please pay solemn respect
to the martyrs.

It was a hot and humid Friday
But for that, we weren’t sweating,
Tensed, sweaty faces were all around
Because the History exam was waiting.

Number of chapters? Only six
Four from History, two from Civics.
Marks of the exam? Fifty, no more
How to mug it all up? No one was sure.

The Civics part seemed less, overall,
Only two chapters were there,
But in reality, it was way more than
The four chapters of History elsewhere.

Seeing that, different pupils had
Taken various approaches,
However, in the end they were left helpless
Crying, ‘Buenas noches!*

‘Where do we go? Which part should we study?
The syllabus seems so immensely vast!
Do we first learn the Composition of Parliament?
Or how the Allies won World War II at last?’

These were our thoughts, as we
Tried to thoroughly grease our minds,
So that they work faster, and we
Could somehow memorise the lines.

The entire summer vacation? Ha!
We were procrastinating then!
Only when school reopened, were we
Forced to study again;

The last day before the exam came,
It was the eleventh hour,
And we were mugging up furiously
The tale was turning more sour;

Studying the whole afternoon, the whole evening,
And then, even the whole night,
We had mugged up all that we could manage
By the time there was day’s light.

The scene I encountered in our class next day
Was one, extremely tense,
People were running, asking questions, reassuring,
The nervous excitement was immense!

Finally the eight o’clock bell rung; it was
The time, when an exam starts,
The questions were coming towards us like
Pointed, extremely sharp darts.

The total time allotted for the exam
Was an hour and twenty minutes, exact,
Within that time, we had to write all we could
Be it fiction, or proper fact.

The Civics part came first; the marks
It carried, were twenty full,
I felt I could get all twenty there
So up my sleeves I pulled.

When I happily finished the Civics part,
I suddenly heard a bell ringing;
I then realised that I still had
Thirty marks left for answering,

And that time had taken to its wings
And flown steadily by;
Forty minutes had passed, so I
Sped up, and gave it my best try;

Writing at the speed of 100 words a minute
I littered the pages with herds of words,
Later which I found just capable
Of being checked, though it was blurred.

Never did I look up from my copy
Not even for one second;
To complete the exam, I felt, I had
Not a single moment to lend.

The end of the exam was drawing closer
The finishing line was in sight;
A few moments or so after I finished writing
The final bell rung with all its might.

The post-exam mood was a confusion
Of all the possible emotions;
Some were happy, some were sad,
Some felt good, some felt bad.

Most of the people had finished the paper
But many others, had not;
They ran out of time, but to finish the paper
Valiantly they had fought.

The general conception about the paper was
That it was lengthy, but easy;
But the paper had been enough to make
Nearly everyone go dizzy.

A friend of mine had sacrificed
His entire sleep the night before,
So dizzy and tired was he, that in
Class he began to peacefully snore!

All types emotions flew, but there
Was one emotion no one could cover,
We were all heaving sighs of relief, that
At last, the History Exam was over.


*Buenos noches is a Spanish phrase which means Goodnight.


Hate and Knowledge

Hating something does not mean that one does not possess much knowledge about it, or does not strive to possess knowledge about it. In fact, only when one has adequate knowledge about something should the person venture to judge whether he or she likes or loathes that thing. Even in case of the things one abhors, knowledge should not be ignored. That same knowledge can increase the liking, or decrease the disliking for a thing. And, who knows when that knowledge might come in handy?



Who am I?

Warning: This post is strictly esoteric, 
so please do not blame me if you feel
that every word has been written by a

‘Who am I?’ Perhaps the most commonly asked question in philosophy since humans were capable enough to think. This fundamental question has been asked for millennia now, and we still don’t have a concrete answer. That fact is, I believe, perfectly natural.

Everyone in the world must have asked this question to himself or herself at least once in his or her life, be it consciously or sub-consciously. Those who are spiritually inclined, or like to while away their free time thinking about anything and everything, have definitely asked themselves this question more than those who are bent on exploiting every chance of materialistic pleasure. Both these scenarios are perfectly normal and bound to happen; the universe is, after all, just a simple mixture of antagonistic objects.

But back to the question. ‘Who am I?’. Search it on Google. That’s the thing to do nowadays when you have a question. The first thing you will find is a song by Casting Crowns, the name of which is eponymous with our question. Then there are a few sites which describe in detail as to how to find out who you are. And this goes on and on and on….

Different people react differently to this question. While some really try to find out who they are, some just forget about the question and live life. Some believe, that we all are part of one eternal soul, while others believe that we are individual souls. Some believe that we are in a cycle of birth and rebirth, while others believe that we live only once.

Opinion of each person is bound to be different, and I will not try to prove any one of these opinions right or wrong. I would just like to share my take on this question.

I believe that we were not supposed to know the answer of this question definitely. I feel, that if we happen to come across a firm answer, we will stop trying to advance. Competition and curiosity are the two things that have driven humans to develop themselves as much as they have, and if any of the two is lost, our development is lost. Which is why, I believe, the Power that created us decided to keep the secret of who we are, secret, while we live in the mortal world.

I am also a huge believer in the following famous shloka from the Bhagavad Gita:
कर्मण्येवाधिकारस्ते माफलेषुकदाचनं।
The shloka means, that we must continue to do our duty (कर्म) and not think about the result (फल).

However, I am not an orthodox fatalist, and I believe that we can change our destiny with our actions. I also believe that we were all born to do our duty and play our role on the stage named Earth. Instead of asking ourselves who we are, we must all strive to be best form of ourselves we can, just like we try to be our best while performing on stage.

That was my personal take on the question ‘Who am I?’. Please share your opinions freely in the comments section below.

– Mokshist