An Adieu To Home

The day has finally arrived,  where I am supposed to mutter my goodbyes to my oh-so-dear-family with a poker face and not-so-teary eyes. Let me rewind a little to allow you to understand my situation here. I am ,as some of you are aware, 15 years old , and the city I hail from does not have well enough further education i.e. Classes 11-12 in the field of science . Now as a wanna be cardiologist I will have to gain my so-precious (sarcasm on full height) class 12th result from a prestigious school or institute . Now till class 10th I studied in the most renowned school of my city and one of the best schools for girls in my state.

Now arrives the problem dancing in its itty bitty suit. As I have aforementioned that I wish to continue my studies in the field of science,  so in order to fulfill the wish I will have to move away from my family , my home town , my state and into an entirely another one . I realize as I write that it won’t seem much of a problem to most of you ,my fellow bloggers , but I assure you , the aspect of me living on my own, doing my own laundry (which until now I had nothing to do with) and eating from a mess terrifies me beyond limit. But still I will have to go. I mean the probability of me visiting home is after seven months in November and that also for 4-5 days. Ah! The joy hostel life allows you.

Now I am happy that i will not be completely out of my comfort zone for inthe city resides my very sweet and welcoming Bari ma i.e. my mothers elder sister and with me my two dear friends Shalini Priya and Riddhi Kashyap will be going too. We will be sharing a hostel room and have the same layout planned for our future for the coming 8 years or so. Now imagine my happiness when I came to the obvious conclusion that they both are also at their wits end.

So now today I , Shalini and Riddhi with our respective guardians will get on the train destined for our destination.  Wish me all the luck from the world for i am sure in the dire need of it. Hope for me that I shall be able to achieve what I wish for. Bye fellow bloggers.

Akanksha Krishnatre

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A letter to Shakespeare

Wordsmith colony
Teenage lane
India

1 February 2016

English writers block
Gate 1616- Dramatist’s paradise
Heaven.

Respected Shakespeare Sir,

Take my salutation into consideration and do proceed with the letter . First let me out of my sheer morbid curiosity and politeness ask, Sir how is your stay in heaven? I sincerely hope you are comfortable and cheerful because on earth situations are not so grand. I hope you are full of felicity at your grand success in the literature world. I completely agree with the world and myriad of geniuses that you are the greatest dramatist of all time and ‘course a supreme poet. Well I sincerely hope your fame has reached the eerie yet magnificent heaven. Now when I am hearty content with your health and happiness let’s proceed onto the topics at hand.

Sir I have a few queries that I need answered and I hope that you will be kind enough to do so. The first and foremost thing that baffled me was how did you know what the human civilization was going to end up like in the future? What I meant dear sir is that your dramas are the perfect portrayal of today’s society. Did you had a magical mysterious ruby jeweled mirror or something of that kind that reflected the future? Or is it just the fate of every society to decline and fall after its exuberant rise. History repeats itself , for the cycle of rise and fall could be traced from Rome to Athens. And you dear sir are very well aware of that. But can’t the cycle just end at the rise and set a enrapturing example. I know you are laughing at me , saying that it’s a cycle, and a cycle cannot end at a point but be continuous. I know your answer will be a clear and wise no, well Never mind.

Now that you have seen and understood that humanity is falling in its own trap like it’s succumbed to decline and ruin. You must be feeling sorry. Well don’t worry because you yourself made clear that after every great tragedy either a man’s fate is that of Antonio or that of Brutus. Either a man understands like king lear understood or he dies utterly consumed in his own plethora of ego like Macbeth.  But whatever turn the man will take, Victory will always be of the one who is righteous.

Dear Shakespeare Sir,  through your wit , humour , passion , power , love , lust , politics , omens , forecasts , wisdom , cruelty , internal conflicts and game of thrones,  you being the wise being you are, showed us different ways out of trouble , all we need to do is to read them intently and be passionate in doing so.  Thank you so much for jotting down the future of present mankind in the past.

Sir I love your writings and above all I respect your wisdom . The way you sum up whole life in a few sentences and the way you express emotions in words that can even wield the matter. Your dialogues are the perfect example of silky emotions blend with iron will and logic in the perfect proportion. The grotesque coldness of time and the illogical decrepit ignorance of Lords were described on the flaxen flyleaf in a graceful manner.

Sir I hope for you all kinds of bliss and joy wrapped in incandescent smiles. I will again write to you when I again fail to understand the aim of human kind . Until then Adieu . Do shower your dramatic blessings on me and give my sincere respect to Sir G.B.Shaw , Sir Ben Johnson , Sir .Samuel Beckett , Sir Arthur Miller and the whole crew.
Do write if possible,
If impossible
Write all the same.

Yours faithful young wordsmith
Akanksha Krishnatre.

P.S : I cherish your writings, for they act as a flickering flame in the darkness of unknown. Happy writing.

A quick intro

Hello friends, I am Akanksha Krishnatre,  maybe few of you remember me as a poet with a blog named akankshakrishnatre,  but unfortunately that blog has closed. So here I am again as a teenage poet with views on anything or everything that catches my attention. Stay tuned, stay safe and happy writing.