Responsibility

Akshar : The Literary Arts Society

–  Gauri Shankar Prasad


Am I responsible for what has happened?

It just happened. I couldn’t control.

If I couldn’t control maybe, it wasn’t my fault.

I was in no position to take over.

But I was supposed to.

Does that make me responsible?

If I am responsible, so are you,

And so is everyone.

Responsibility.

It arouses certain curiosity.

Should I blame myself? OR Should I not?

Because what happens, they say, does for a reason.

If there is a reason then no one is responsible.

Is it that easy or Am I trying to defend myself?

Responsibility.

It questions my deeds.

Am I doing it right?

Is it enough or should I have put in more effort?

Maybe it’s a mistake, I might not be the one.

It makes us question ourselves.

We look for the answers hidden in our deepest shelves.

Responsibility.

It brings hope. It destroys…

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Stupid!

Akshar : The Literary Arts Society

-Gauri Shankar Prasad


“…and thus diamond due to its structure is the hardest material found.”, this was the last line I could take in my small mind which was being tortured by the boring chemistry teacher, Mr.Biswajit Samanta.How could I forget his name, he was heartless. I turned towards Akash and said,” Learning should be more fun and less boredom, don’t you think? How could this guy even become a teacher…”. Before I could complete, a chalk hit me on my nose. “ Rishav, I can’t take it anymore, I won’t let you disturb my class again. Get out of my class.” he practically yelled at me. I tried to apologize as any other day, but all in vain. I had to leave the class. I was all alone in the corridor, passing by other classrooms, peeping a little in everyone of them just to see which teacher was teaching…

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