Essay No.1


I would be posting essays on a wide variety of topics as a part of preparation for entering a B-school. I might not achieve my desired goal, but with your help, I might become a brilliant essayist. Feel free to comment so that I could improve myself.

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Lost In Translation


7 million things, lost in translation each day, An analog being, being digitalized each day. When the nimbostratus cloud meets the triangular hill on the wayward side, A moderate drizzle of tear-shaped drops hits with a splatter, with a tint of acid, dyed. Busy as a bee, cunning as a wolf, sly as a fox, […]

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Cocoon


The snug status quo that I had ensconced myself in, The shock-absorbing fluff that I had holed myself in, The certainty that it afforded lasted just a while, Had more than estranged me from reality, damn this gossamer globule’s guile. Cocooned in this contraption, it’s difficult to wade through, The treacherous, winding paths of life […]

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Differentiator


Were you there when they tore my dream down with a shredder, And beat it to a sodden pulp? Oh, I didn’t cut a pretty sight then! I was young. Were you there when they chose the Smart Pants over my hard work, The glitzy exterior over my inner grit? They rejected me, with their […]

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Me and My Reflection


I stare the guy, who’s staring back at me, Yes, I am at a tête-à-tête with my reflection. I tell you, he is a silent guy, doesn’t speak much, Has got a scar up his forehead, like a lightning bolt, We share an interest: we both are Potter fans. He looks at my clothes, with […]

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Alienman: the Anthem!


Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! A nuke fries up my insides, Forming a passive layer of oxide, Protecting my heart against the rancid, dank and corrosive air, Breathed by a thousand ugly aliens with their venomous stare. Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! My fingers tried to grip the gravel, As the saint inside […]

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In Defence of a Poet!


“Oh, who is he?” She pointed her finger in my direction. “A crazy man. A crackpot. He has totally lost it. He is someone who is of no particular importance,” he said, his voice cutting like a serrated knife across my fibrous heart. “Why, what’s his crime?” “He writes poems that hardly rhyme.” They both […]

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Oh my hands quiver as I type!!


Oh my hands quiver as I type, Something quite polemical, am I about to write? Uncertain, unsure, nervous and anxious, Should I not stop before I commit this travesty, this horrendous crime?! I tread cautiously over each noun I write, And check my adjectives – are they not too derogatory, should I take out the […]

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Such a loser!


  It was just another day. But the sun, set. He looked at the path ahead of him. This hadn’t still got him what he was looking for. Thanks to the mobile telephony, he got to know the other competitors were already basking in glory as they have reached the finishing line. Shit. He flopped […]

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