LakshyaJournal

Lost in nostalgia, Lakshya was remembering the time when he was nothing but confused. Confused of what he is doing with his life, where he is and confused of where he belongs. Confused about what has been done and what he should do further.  Days spent in misery, and the nights were sleepless. Couldn’t he decide how and where he should start to look for the answers of his questions. Questions that one can never skip in the examination of life. Questions that become the ultimate reason of motivation or avolition for young adults. Questions that would determine one’s future. Sipping a cup of tea on a quiet yet calm evening, legs resting on the railings of his balcony, Lakshya was sitting on an armchair seeing the sun going down and becoming little to dark orange in a matter of minutes. While searching for his new sneakers before hitting the road for an evening walk, he saw an old and rusty box of colours. Now all he could think, on his way to the elevator, is the last ti...

It was the first Friday noon after entering April this year. The weather was beautiful as spring season had just begun. The sun at noon was as warm as the mild cold wind was cold. The squirrels were dancing all around while the birds were chirping on the trees. Despite the urge, nobody could go out and enjoy the afternoon. Whereas somewhere in the house, Lakshya was quite comfortable on his couch. “Cheating is good'', exclaimed Lakshya. “Let me repeat myself, cheating is good. As far as you define ‘cheating’ properly”, he elaborated. Sitting on the couch in sweatpants and formal tie & shirt. A tub of chips in his right, and a couple of empty soft drink cans on his other side was enjoying his company. Lakshya was half well dressed with a laptop in his lap. As weird as it sounds, it was one of the Quarantine days due to the deadly and contagious virus COVID-19 which was spread worldwide. Similar to all the teachers and professors in India, Lakshya was giving o...

Sitting on the stairs at the end of a corridor, Lakshya was gazing at the drops of the rain falling just beside him. Cold moist wind jumping on his cheeks. Heavy thunder and sparkling lightning was making him enthusiastically terrified. So much lost in the moment, he didn’t realise that he was getting late for a mentoring session. It was 10:30 in the morning and the session was supposed to start at 10:00. Fortunately, one of his students called him and, literally, woke him up. He started running here and there by the end of that call, huddling through the furniture while holding a full toast of sandwich in his mouth. This was not the first time that the Great Mentor Lakshya Singh, who was supposed to be a role model, was setting up, really, great examples for his students. Surprisingly, the class was full of students. The same impatient students who find every small delay from the teachers as a  reason to skip the class. Yet, there they were. This was no surprise...