Don’t Let The Weight Of The Books Pull You Down

If you’re a seventeen year old Indian and are reading this, you along with me and lakhs of other students across the subcontinent are trying to while away time during one of the most critical period of our academic lives, our BOARDS.

I won’t even bother explaining the huge idiotic importance given to them in our educational system but I’ll tell you why I wrote this post. A friend of mine wanted a pep talk to get her board preparation on track. Mind you, my own study schedule is down in the dumps (evidence- me writing this blog post instead of studying) yet I decided to kill two birds with one stone and inspire her, as well as myself. Here’s the entire conversation
 XYZ: You can’t until you’re 18?
 Me: Yes…it was a joke on your status -. –
 Me: Oh womaniya #facepalm
 XYZ: Annoying song hai
 Me: Toh aap pagal hain
 XYZ: 😀
 Me: Itni khushi?
 XYZ: Lol
 Me: Paglu
 XYZ: I need a pep talk
 XYZ: For studying
 Me: In a moment
 Me: Okay hear up
You remember the story Ted told Robin when he failed to set up a successful architecture firm? If not I’ll tell it to you again. Once there was an architect who was asked to design a library. He built a magnificent, beautiful library with elegant crafting and meticulously designed beauty. But once it was done, the building started shifting into the ground a little everyday until one day it collapsed. The guy had failed to account for the weight of the books.
Our life, right now, stands at the same precipice where the architect’s design stood before being constructed. Like the guy, we have plans to build the most awesome, kickass library like life for ourselves but it is at this crucial time that we should not fail to take into account the weight of the books. Our boards may seem dull, and essentially symbolic. But they are a stamp that’ll last all our life. It’s not that they matter a lot. Au contraire, they matter a very tiny bit. But do what you may, you can’t change the fact that they do matter. So it’s time we rework our design and add the weight of the books, one by one, however long it may take and then build our building. Someday in the future, when you add thousands of more books, you’ll be confident enough to proudly say with a grin on your face “This building ain’t gonna fall”
Friends, I know all of us have grumbled throughout the year, procrastinated everything, laughed at the professors constant monotonous “STUDY” warnings, but the moment of truth is upon us. The fear is setting in and we are waking up to a pile load of books, waiting to be understood. It’s time we hit the books, just for this one last piece of high school (or junior college) drama and win this.
To sum it up,

Kripya apne Laptop ko band Karen aur Textbooks ko padhna shuru Karen.The Standing Coin padhne ke liye dhanyavad.Aasha hai aapki aankhon ka safar aaram dayak raha hoga aur aap humare blog ko phir padenge. Javascript Disabled

Of K.F.C and Kids,A Day I Smiled

This is a guest post by Sridevi Nayak who is fondly called Sridu.She’s a bookworm like moi and is from Karnataka.She’s currently pursuing MA in Mass Communication.You can find her blog here . Also,here’s his Twitter handle @sridu_n (

Recently, I had visited K.F.C. restaurant with my 17-year-old sister. As usual, I asked her to place the order since there were many people in waiting line for their turn to come up. The restaurant was swarmed with the people. Whilst my sister was busy panning her eyes in the bulletin menu that hung up right in front of the customers, I was lost in thoughts to the engagements that needed my attention soon after we feed our stomach. Suddenly, my thoughts were disturbed by a small kid who nudged me and went ahead to join his father who was in the reception counter to place their order. I assumed he must have felt intimidated with huge number of people. The little boy with red shirt printed with the cartoon of Sponge Bob, went to his father to enquire about status and availability of the chicken wings and his favorite beverage. He spoke to his dad as if he was mad at him for not getting back to the table with the order. Later he looked at me adjusting his spectacles and apologized for rushing towards me before. I smiled and accepted his apology. I held his tiny hands with mine and asked for his name and his school that he attend. He took a deep breath and with a serious tone, he replied his name, which I have forgotten now and he studies from the school which is well known in my hometown. He studies in the same school where I studied and he put me into a nostalgic mode. I started reminiscing my school days and was wondering how small the world is. We meet people and somewhere we might be connected, and this connection helps us in smiling. In the meanwhile, my sister was done with the order at the reception counter and I had to bid a farewell to the kid. He obliged saying it was a pleasure for us to meet. I was stunned to see such mannerism from a little notorious boy. He later rushed towards his seat, hugged a girl, and planted a kiss on a girl’s cheek who I presumed to be his sister. I continued with my sister narrating the whole event that just happened a while ago. We both later returned home but I was still enthralled with the way the kid spoke to me at the end of our conversation because I have never interacted with any kids except him in such manner. Usually kids run when you say bye but this kid was different, he spoke like a gentleman speaks. I am sure, when he grows up, he will surely be a fine man for his behavior. With this assurance, I slipped into a deep sleep to conquer another day filled with more surprises to come on my way. Javascript Disabled

Things Puberty Teaches You And Things It Really Doesn’t

This is a guest post by Alaric Moras or commonly known by his pen name, The Observant Lefty.Now I asked him to write a bio for himself,and well the result was hilariously awesome!Here it goes

“Alaric Moras is a 17 year old writer who has interned at Youth Incorporated Magazine and The Times of India. He is the owner of the blog: and is presently completing his Second Year of Junior College, (SYJC- ARTS) in Saint Xavier’s College, Mumbai. He is most known for his writing, and lack of any other talents thereof. When he isn’t glued to his computer screen, he spends his time reading and studying, (the last activity performed three days or fewer before upcoming examinations).

Alaric chooses to speak in a dialect of his own creation, consisting of Hindi, English and Konkani melded together, with the suffix, ‘ness’ added to most verbs. He also writes for The Xavier’s College Xpress. His highest aspiration is to an editor at a world renowned magazine. He presently resides in Santacruz, Mumbai, India.”
You can find his blog here . Also,here’s his Twitter handle @alaricmoras (

I was pleasantly surprised when I was asked to write for The Standing Coin’s one year anniversary and that SidG would think of me as one of the writers he knew who could perform this task in the first place. The Standing Coin has won numerous blogger awards, been mentioned in countless magazines and newspapers and is probably one of the most viewed blogs in Mumbai today. To me, it has become a sort of entity in itself, even managing to capture my rabbit like attention span and wielding an enormous following. Therefore, having my thoughts set against the shadow of such a giant is a hard task, but I will try my best.

Since I was told that I could write about anything that suited me, I choose to write about things that I feel I’ve learnt over the course of my teenage life. Here are some of the insights I’ve gained that I want to share with you all.


1.) Kissing does not make babies. It can, however, lead to chapped and sore lips and a variety of blemishes across your face. None of which I’ve experienced. Forever Alone is fun.

2.) Saying “yo” every three seconds will get you laughed at. Inventing your own words and using them freely however, doesn’t. “Me-ness” and being yourself is always fully and completely appreciated. Plus, it’s fun to be crazy.

3.)Being treated like a child by your parents never gets old. Relish the moment and know that for those two people, whatever you do will never make them hate you. Unless, ofcourse, you don’t clean your room and wash behind your ears.

4.) Relationships are like glass. When you break them, they… Well, they break. And someone will get hurt. Chocolate and peanut butter, however aren’t glass-like at all. Indulge and let yourself go. And most importantly, they will always love you in return.

5.) Touching members of the opposite sex is permitted. Not a lot. In moderation, of course. Like alcohol. Try keeping it at once or twice every 30 minutes or so. Safe zones are the non smooth areas. Just saying.
6.) Fitting in with the crowd makes you fade into the background. Always try and be yourself. Unless you like tasting human flesh. Then, try and be something a bit more normal.

7.) It’s called an ’embarrassing itch’ for a reason. But that’s where powder comes in. Jai ho, Johnson’s Baby Powder! No, seriously. Don’t leave without it.
8.) Don’t idealize things, relationships and people. Take everything as it comes and realize that life doesn’t always have to be structured and defined. Everything can just BE.


1.) Tying your shoe laces. I kid you not. When you’re twelve, this seems like some great new insight that turning thirteen will automatically impart to you. You learn it like everything else.

2.) Resisting bubble wrap. Face it, people: You are, and you always will be addicted to the goodness of bursting that little air pocket.

3.) How to say “no” when aunties bring out the sweets. When faced with gulab jamuns, rasgullas and jalebis, do not EVER think maturity will set in. In the face of oily loveliness, all of us are reduced to children.

4.) How to eat chips decently. Lays, Pringles, banana chips, whatever they maybe, we will always be animals when we consume them.

5.) How to wink cheekily without looking like a rapist. You thing growing a bit taller and having fuzz on your upper lip gives you swag? Sorry to burst your bubble; it really doesn’t. You will still look like you are a wild sex offender if you wink randomly at the ladies. Unless you are George Clooney.

6.) Grow the parts of yourself you want to and in the right order. No matter how hard you stare in the mirror, screw up your face and try to grow the parts of you that you want to grow in the right order, it will not happen. Trust me. I speak through lots of experience.

7.) Get rid of the imaginary talking voices. You kids out there who’ve watched Foster’s Home and lived with Imaginary Friends, don’t worry. They’ll never leave you, mainly because they fade into a host of annoying and whiny annoying voices in the back of your mind. And they have names. Shut UP, Charlie, I’m trying to concentrate here, God!

8.) Be the star of everything, always. No matter how cliched this sounds, you will always be popular among your own friends and you never need to work to be a people pleaser. You’re a great person, just the crazy, insane way you are.

Grinningly yous,

The Observant Lefty. Javascript Disabled

It’s Okay To Be Confused

NOTE: This Article Was Posted On Legally India( and CLATGyan( too

A conversation today with my friend has inspired this post. As a just-entered-12th grade student, I am currently going through the same barrage of questions and comments which I guess every CLAT student or for that matter, any person whose career choice is anything other than engineering or medical face. “Kya?Arrey tum toh itne acche student ho!Law-shaw mein kahan time barbad kar rahe ho?”  Unfortunately, that’s not the end of it as I committed the great Indian sin of being confused and choosing a career which was simply just not me. Another acidic (in an almost lethal tone) comment that I get often is “Engineering chod ke law?Sandhya(My Mother) aapne bete ko galat raaston pe mat jaane de.Pooja path karva”. Luckily, my parents and I are past this nonsense and have come to term with my decision but I realised that there are many others who are stuck in a similar quandary.

I had been a pretty good student up to my tenth grade(I still am though). With a nearly 94% score, I was told I could do anything I want to but of course with the Indian customary “Arts toh beta ladkiyan karti hain”.  With a calm mind, I naively chose engineering, with the sole goal in mind that it utilises my talent (also engineering was my choice of profession from childhood). But in just a few months, I discovered that it simply was not my cup of tea. I couldn’t even give a rat’s fart about angular momentum and Newton had unceremoniously joined my “Shoot at Sight” list. When I broke this news to my parents, there was a huge hue and cry with melodrama. Not that I did not put in last ditch efforts (Waking up at 3.30 to study, or sleeping at 3.30 to study late into the night). As Roadies call it, I literally gave it an “Everything or Nothing” effort. Still, I only saw a bottomless abyss. It was time I gave it a thought.

I won’t delve as to how I decided on Law but it suffices to say that now when I think of it, all that comes to mind is that “Why didn’t I do this from the beginning?”. Life’s not perfect, but is good enough.
Coming to the muddah at hand, it’s imperative for all of us to realise that being confused is not a crime and it definitely ain’t any sin (although people treat it to be so). In fact, it kind of is for the “greater good”. Imagine if you would have continued with something you despised and realised that way too late? The repercussions would have been beyond repair. Something which the army refers to as “collateral damage”.  

In the end (or for the confused lot, in the beginning,) I just say “Live Long and Prosper because it’s Okay To Be Confused” Javascript Disabled