Moonlit Ruminations

Is it morally wrong to consciously contribute to someone's failure? Should politicians stand for office when they know their promises are shallow? Who does this serve? Them, of course. Should teachers contrive a perfectly planned demo to be appointed under the guise of experience just to stutter when a student asks them a question? A teacher is primarily conducive to their students' intellectual development and the contingent scores that rest heavily upon the students shoulders for a better future. To completely disregard the fate of multiple students for personal interest, say a better salary or work environment, does not weigh equal.  One bad lesson compounds. If a student does not comprehend the foundation the entire lesson will come crumbling down. It becomes a gap that gets carried into the subsequent years, causing irreparable damage unless one seeks help elsewhere. That option, of course, exists. Tuition, additional help from other teachers, parents—but isn't the ent...

  My daily exposure has taken a wild turn this may. As part of my internship, I'm getting the most valuable experience of getting to go to court. And let me tell you, it is interesting. I had the opportunity of sitting in on a check case hearing at the judicial magistrate’s fast-track court.  The defendant was indebted to the complainant of 2 lakh rupees, and in a manner of repayment, wrote an invalid check. The complainant subsequently issued a statutory demand notice which required the defendant to pay the amount within the grace period of 15 days; he did not. From what I could observe the money was either sent to the court or was delayed, as mentioned by the defense counsel.  What I want to focus on is the arguments I heard. The prosecution side basically said that under criminal law, in a criminal court, violation of section 138—by not fulfilling the compensation 15 days after the notice was issued—constituted illegality as complete. The offense is malum prohibitum. ...

Laughter erupts from one corner of the classroom during the sacred 30 minutes. No one could say what prompted the abrupt amusement, maybe it was someone spilling gravy on the desk by accident or that hilarious scene down the corridor a 2 periods ago when a teacher wore a bright green shirt and we couldn't help but call him shrek or perhaps it was all of it mixed together.  We all sit outside our classroom, books in hand for “revision” in the fresh air. Talks emerge about the future trip we might take during senior year, anything but reading our english lesson for the impending test in the next few hours.  A throng of students in mismatched uniforms, some in formal and others in more comfortable house shirts emerge on Monday. We’ll soon be questioned why we aren’t wearing the designated formals and our responses will range from “I forgot it was monday” to “It’s in the wash” when the truth lies behind the hot sun and lack of AC dampening our full hand shirts. The same bunch will...

If you’ve been following my secret lore of sneaking up to the terrace during the sunset you are here for a treat. It's frankly been so long since I've been up there after senior year started—i finally forced myself to make time for it.   I was up there like usual…headphones in, Saturn or Poison and Wine blasting in my ears—wandering around in a daze looking up at the sky. The big blue monster that always looms above us, so magnificent and beautiful yet so ordinary that we don't even pay much attention to it. Most of the time I’m up there my eyes never leave it, but this time it did.  Looking downwards towards the side, I caught a glimpse of something else. A mother packing her son's school bag—meticulously folding swim trunks and arranging notebooks on the couch. I stopped dead in tracks. Of course it's not as dramatic as I'm writing it out to be but that reinforced this idea of Sonder that people talk about. Immediately I found myself scanning other houses in a...

If you’ve ever played adopt me during the peak covid era, you’d know how much of a manipulative bloodbath it was. On one hand you have the sincere kids grinding their way to the top, buying eggs that gave you a legendary pet once in a blue moon and the other? Roblox rich kids flaunting their mega fly rides in trading servers. And lets not forget the sneaky ones that end up scamming a 6-year old of their first unicorn (i’ve fallen victim to this, unfortunately, hahah) Honestly, I'm so glad 8-year old me was never given a million dollars cause we all know where that money would be going (have to admit that I low key fantasized about this happening and becoming a robux billionaire). But those covid afternoons spent immersing myself in the digital pet mania after online classes eventually faded, like all obsessions do once it played its part, even if you thought it would be your whole life.  2 years ago I picked up the game I abandoned for four years with a different purpose. The girl ...

If you had to choose between [imagine your favorite celeb] or a well qualified political leader for president, where would your vote fall? This is complicated, it shouldn’t be, but it is. First, let's start by taking the case in which a politically uninformed citizen decides to vote and findS out that a famous celebrity of their preference is also qualified to run for office. We don't have to look far to see this thought experiment play out in reality. When Vijay announced his run for chief minister it posed unintended consequences that took root in the most influenced generation—teenagers. Classmates and friends who had never once initiated conversations about governance or politics were suddenly cornering teachers, debating fictional voting choices and defending political platforms they just learned existed. Why? Because the human brain is wired for familiarity. Traditionally, political candidates spend years trying to gain the trust of their voters—crafting policies and agen...

   I experienced something terrifying just this moment. It may sound dramatic, but in this tech-revolving world we’ve all been here. Embarrassedly, the first time I felt this heart dropping phenomenon was when I was scammed for my first fly-ride unicorn ever on adopt me. This was a solid eight years ago and I still remember the guilty sleepless nights I spent over how things could have gone differently. But what happened today could never eclipse that.. I was logging onto Spotify for Creators to check my posting schedule and upload a new episode on The Future Mogul Podcast and I was met with “Upload Your First Episode!”; that exclamation mark was like salt to the wound. My legs felt weak, and ironically I was just about to speak with a new guest on the podcast right that moment and I had to try my best to pull it all together.  How could one message completely and utterly derail three years of dedication and hard work just like that? The world felt cruel, unfair. I would...