Hey its me again. I just got to remember my childhood when I used to be a rural un-sophisticated giggly boy with dribbly nose and scruffy hair. I used to be bullied by Nasser and gang. I was no match for their gross physique and cruel behavior. I used to cry silently at home when lights went out and Mom gave a good night kiss. I used to cling to her hand. She would gently cajole me to sleep. I never felt like telling her the truth and despair her already turbulent mind. I kept it to myself and suffered humiliation day after day. In due course of time, it just turned out to be a weary ritual. Eventually the bullying ended when the gang got kicked out for harming an influential boy. Why am I telling this anecdote? It is to tell all those out there: if you let it pass and be patient you can survive without much creativity. Don't get carried away by situations; instead handle them with patience. Soon you will acquire the finesse to handle difficult situations. If I can survive anyone can!
Educate Him
Wake up Rohan, wake up; today you’ve a test! He eats up Calculus and Calorimeter in good jest, Chews on mundane axioms one, two unto five And belches theorems of geometry dead and alive. Rohan moves to school in nonstop research and reveries, Of his tutors with monstrous knowledge from mortuaries. Oh! Does his face turn turtle or purple? Of course not gentle As he taps, the electronic face spews out data that startle! He ponders o’er not so green a “Green Revolution”! He is rushed to the Pink City o’er the deep blue Ocean He learns of blue litmus that turn rancid with acid And suffers lessons on Yellow Fever and how things go placid ‘Rohaan’ calls the French Madam and goes on to grill On this and that and history of *Courville She checks her watch set on patterns o’ Conjugation And, yells to the class to take her petite translation The great India history is a funny story The boiling point of Hydrogen below Zero degree! Geography turns so dreary with...
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