Zenosyne

By Ananya Sarkar

With backpacks weighing down on the innocent shoulders, symbolizing the pressure of all the expectations like bets on a horse at a race, we were told to run on the premade tracks without looking elsewhere. We had routines where the durations of every activity were scheduled, like some experimental process being carried out on a guinea pig at a laboratory. A break was a saviour and we relished every moment of it like hungry fledglings. Tuitions were constant headaches that aspirin was too weak to defeat. That part of life that would be our childhood, blew away with the wind just like that.

Adolescents are moody, irrational, rash and messed up. That's the basic image of adolescents for a very stereotypical society. It is given that all we do is make mistakes and throw unnecessary tantrums. On the contrary, it’s simply us wearing a jacket saying 'I DON'T CARE'; while on the inside, we are confused, gravely misunderstood, broken, stressed out and frustrated with ourselves. We are at an age very delicate and in dire need of genuine love and care. Lost in the midst of a melodramatic upheaval, we look for guiding lights. This is when we tend to feel the speedy flow of time, trying to catch up with every passing moment and making the most of it. This is when we feel that too soon, adulthood would arrive, drifting us away from our childish innocence and liberty, driving us towards frequent but inevitable burnouts and we would not even have a second to complain.

By Ananya Sarkar