Fuck you, *** School

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Here at *** School, we all love having discussions. Discussions are encouraged. Discussions are good. They bring into forefront new ideas, new viewpoints, radical ideas, and a new dimension to an established ‘good’ thing, a completely different stand to an issue. But the question is, do we need them? Just because our future depends on debates and arguments, do we need discuss every idea of ours? Aren’t there are certain ground rules (I don’t know if you can call them rules?) that are accepted as a set thing? Why do we need cynicism to creep into every new aspect? Accepted, they force one to think on a line never thought of before but what is the limit to it? One can have a cynical view on almost everything in the world. And the fact that there are so many people who have such different stands on a single issue, the scope to which cynicism can be exercised is HUGE!

I don’t feel like giving defences to my stand. I just want to blabber without any cynical view (okay fine, you have the freedom to exercise your cynical power, but you know what? FUCK YOU!)...By the way, have I even taken a stand yet? There’s this predisposition that I have that I don’t want this much of cynicism around because it makes me feel incompetent and all the more, frustrated. I think I am going out of track. Anyway, GATHER!

Conceding to a certain extent at least helps one to stabilize oneself. If one goes on 
contradicting everything that one hears as an argument or proposition, it’s so difficult to live! I mean, imagine a person who has the capability to counter every argument put forward. Accepted, he’s deft in this regard but then he’s not accepting anything then. Even in his mind, there’s no stability...there’s no equilibrium point. What use, man?  The contradiction exercise would help one in emerging as a REVOLUTIONARY (wow, big word!), a non-conformist, an instrument of change but this is good (hmm  subjective it is, or maybe it’s too much sociology!) only to the extent of change one’s brought in. Does anyone care as to what the person who thinks so differently in pursuance of his activity of contradicting everything must be going through? One more point: It seems that this exercise of always thinking something new, something different ALWAYS...Does it help ultimately? I mean, one positive result is that one gets more and more clarity as one proceeds but then there would be no end to which one can go on thinking ‘differently’? Does this thinking differently stop somewhere where one achieves some sort of ULTIMATE clarity where no further doubts arise? This sounds rhetorical but I don’t know. It just struck my mind. I don’t know why. I think I’m done.

Fuck you, *** school.

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