Lybrinthine Yoga Pose, sorry no jokes 🦀

5.31 pm

I’m grinning as I am aware of all the gen, which states that tomorrow is a weekend and I have no daunting spots of school tragedies. My body is functioning the usual-awful habit of

‘Instagram scrolling’ and as I do so, I gawk at the notification I get from the school WhatsApp group.

WHAT!? WHY CAN MY FEEBLE EYES SEE A TIMETABLE!!? THERE IS A WEEKEND NO!!!?

I ram the notification to enter the WhatsApp group filled with pin-drop silence. What kind of petrifying way in this to banjax mighty students’ hopes in the heart!? Especially when I have been dodging biology work because I thought “I’ll just do in the weekend with other subjects.”.

Why can't school milords be more like a red velvet cake rather than butterscotch !!!? Vanilla would work too.

I get up from the bed I had been lying on for 30 minutes.

Reach the white, patent desk.

Switch on the lamp.

My right hand cast about for the science binder while my left hand goes for the pen stand.

5.45 pm

I blink twice and slink my wonder thrice down my throat as I gulp nothing. I am now standing in a labyrinthine yoga pose. My hands tangled, more than Rapuzenles’ hair. My mind tangled even more with the threads of fury, despair, and inner teardrops. My legs tangled more-er between the swivelling chair. I somehow cope with the deadly muscle stretches while I marshal my body part in the usual way.

6 pm

My fingers are bleeding my inner wrath and fretting. I guess that is what you conclude when you rant about school milords and scribble biology question answers to finish this race of ‘WORK SUBMISSION’. I was on a mission myself, MISSION IMPOSSIBLE. Did not get to meet Ethan Hunt, worse luck…

I permit myself to bung utter pair of 12 Cranial Nerves that arise from my brain. This action was prominent and vital because I just need to scrawl, not think. By paying no taxes to my brain, I jot down the whole chapter that consists of infuriating:

Endosmosis

Exosmosis

Osmosis

Diffusion

Hypertonic

Hypotonic

Mitochondria

Lysosome

Golgi Complex

Ribosomes

Leucoplats

Chloroplasts

Vacuole

Rough Endoplasmic Reticulum

Smooth Endoplasmic Reticulum

Chromatin

Chromosomes

Sap

Prokaryotic

Eukaryotic

Is this a Spelling Bee or Biology?

And oodles more of the battle Robert Hook started. Couldn’t he just cut the mustard and examine the cork bark instead of discovering the complexing structures that pluck all the wit from a 14-year-old’s brain?

8.38 pm

After setting the seal on the school work, I can tell that I need to spout my burning heart out without using the sensory organ I should sense objects with.

I find no creature to listen to my wrath, thus I text my school ‘classmate’, the A Spar. I send her one lengthy para of words made by letters to express my feeling. Here is how it went:

That is how my brain works when it has no idea of none. I feel pity for the A Spar. The young lady had to face my over-on-the-spot-dramatic-blah-out.

8.46 pm

I provide the body, whose blood is running cold, with tranquillity by sitting on the kitchen counter and pontificating the immoral task done by the school milords to Doyenne and Oke.

Mouthing off and about my adventure of the labyrinthine yoga pose leads me to put the topic of New Zealand. This time for solemn talks and not for vacation. I rant about school milords again,

“It’s New Zealand where its Prime Minister is blessing people with four days for work, and this is India where it is normal to easily ruin someone’s only Saturday and Sunday too. Wow.”

Jacinda Ardern, New Zealand’s Prime Minister showered New Zealand with four days for work and three days for personal relaxation. She believes in the calmness of weekends, and Friday. In India, people believe in battling on weekends. They can call you to the office whenever they want between the whole 168 hours. School milords can curse you with “working Saturdays”. So if you live in India you have a strict validation that states that you work. Too much.

Let vacation sink, if Indians start living in New Zealand it will be a vacation for them anyways.

9.05 pm

I think to interrogate Impassice Adult as my mouth was tired of ranting,

“What do you think? If the country gets a new rule which states that you get four working days and three days for rest, will the humans be happier or get lethargic due to the human tendency?” “Uhh…”: Impassive Adult

‘Meh’ expression: Me

Impassive Adult wasn’t expecting such a serious question as he thinks I am more of a fourteen-year-old who asks, “Is Vanilla ice cream better or you would prefer chocolate?”. Although, I do but whatsoever.

Impassive Adult finally answeres with,

“Happier. Like four days working and three days off, bhadiya hai.”

Being not satisfied with the answer given by Impassive Adult, I decide to focus on the salad.

9.45 pm

Nothing, my brain was just like this: