author turns English teacher for a day ??

 

ah seemingly boring sunday where i was stuck with practise for the first half of the day and then slept till the sun set , so basically my day actually started around 7 pm. 

i have a fmt test tommorow evening which costed me a heftly 500 rs. but my motivation to read it rounds to zero , despite the quite lucrative offer of a mini trip i find myself too fatigued. 

it hasnt been a month since 3rd year classes began and believe me its less hectic than 2nd year but i find myself hardly having time and quite chronically fatigued. time to pop in some iron tablets it seems. 

my desire to exercise stays as a desire itself as something or thr other pops up and the interia of stillness binds me. 

recently went for the essay writing and poetry writing competiton as part of arts fest , essay writing was shit , did not enjoy it. 

poetry..was better than last years but being honest i shouldve just read up the blog before entering for inspo the topic was quite open . "the untouchable " and most of the poems on the the blog are based on untouchable or unseeable things so that couldve helped. as usual i found some way to add in a winter general and summer fairy concept. 

my poem mainly focussed on telling how people often say that it is the sword that wounds the most but i fear something far more deadlier my minds own chasm where i might fall into one day and never find my way back up - basically indicating how your demons take over your mind. the winter general is your cruel side who stands tall and strong and makes u feel numb to the bitter cold after a while and while your stuck there in ur minds own cage you find yourself wishing for an exit , in enters a small pebble of light representing hope and it lights up a way back up and u find yourself slowly climbing it back up and then you remember your the summer fairy too , as much as cruetly rules right now there was once the warmth of goodness and now that u remember and youve found hope you find your wings back and u fly back up. the poem ended with remindng the reader that it is the mind , the untouchable divine , that wounds the most but it is the same mind that often heals , though slowly , with time. 

yeah that would be a summary of my poem that i wrote. it was also loosley based on one book i read where people had to take a drop to get their super powers. did not enjoy the book but that conceot was quite beautiful in my eyes so its often tucked behind iin the back of my mind. poetry was better than last years and im glad i put some thought into it before half assing it last minute because dhruv came showing his watch indicating theyre all waiting out for practise to begin. 

but i think i exceeded 32 lines , so guess it might get disqualified , though i wish i could get a copy of it to upload it into the blog. 

tmr its micro tale , my experience in short story writing isnt much considering how it took me 10 episodes to explain my teenage hypothesis !. 

well , apart from all of this nothing much is going on in life , and if there is i am mostly too unbothered to care. 

back to the poem , since the topic was on the spot , i relaised i could only write what i know so this once signified the low time in life where i felt i was in stagnant waters and often found myself writing and desperately wishing for some light , some company , someone or something to be there during your hard times and how you get back but it is often excruciatingly slow and slowly you find your people , you know to shut out what u dont want and you grow and heal as a person. 

i would love to write about the entire arts fest drama , and how i absolutely hate arya ajith but that would have to wait it seems. 

for now aidue , the spelling is wrong , by now pls realize im not gonna correct it , part of me is agreesively typing fast and making hialrious spelling and grammar mistakes that my 60 yr old self can lauhg to ! 

toodles , will write soon