Land aur chut

kuuteh saleh bhen ke laudeh teri maa ki chut bosdiwaleh teri mayiaa ka bur chodu badwa salaa madar chood ka pilla randi ka baal machr ki jhaat chipkili ke taate gobar putr kuttiya ka pila baapchoda betichod chachi chod mama chod randi ka aulaad sala haram zada suur jahnt ke baal bakri chod chua chod randhwa raand ja jaamai chut marikeh lavda lavdeh ke baal kutaa ke luli bakri ki chut chipkili ke aand randi baaz kukur chod maai ka choda tera bhen ka choda bur phtleh chud ke 100 baap ka chuda hua kutta ka pila hua naali ka keeda taateh massina bur ke chatel chodu bhagat chut mari ka chut ka pilaa gaand ka sodagar chucci chusneh waleh jhaat ka bhaaji land peh chdeh ja kuuteh saleh bhen ke laudeh teri maa ki chut bosdiwaleh teri mayiaa ka bur chodu badwa salaa madar chood ka pilla randi ka baal machr ki jhaat chipkili ke taate gobar putr kuttiya ka pila baapchoda betichod chachi chod mama chod randi ka aulaad sala haram zada suur jahnt ke baal bakri chod chua chod randhwa raand ja jaamai chut marikeh lavda lavdeh ke baal kutaa ke luli bakri ki chut chipkili ke aand randi baaz kukur chod maai ka choda tera bhen ka choda bur phtleh chud ke 100 baap ka chuda hua kutta ka pila hua naali ka keeda taateh massina bur ke chatel chodu bhagat chut mari ka chut ka pilaa gaand ka sodagar chucci chusneh waleh jhaat ka bhaaji land peh chdeh ja kuuteh saleh bhen ke laudeh teri maa ki chut bosdiwaleh teri mayiaa ka bur chodu badwa salaa madar chood ka pilla randi ka baal machr ki jhaat chipkili ke taate gobar putr kuttiya ka pila baapchoda betichod chachi chod mama chod randi ka aulaad sala haram zada suur jahnt ke baal bakri chod chua chod randhwa raand ja jaamai chut marikeh lavda lavdeh ke baal kutaa ke luli bakri ki chut chipkili ke aand randi baaz kukur chod maai ka choda tera bhen ka choda bur phtleh chud ke 100 baap ka chuda hua kutta ka pila hua naali ka keeda taateh massina bur ke chatel chodu bhagat chut mari ka chut ka pilaa gaand ka sodagar chucci chusneh waleh jhaat ka bhaaji land peh chdeh ja kuuteh saleh bhen ke laudeh teri maa ki chut bosdiwaleh teri mayiaa ka bur chodu badwa salaa madar chood ka pilla randi ka baal machr ki jhaat chipkili ke taate gobar putr kuttiya ka pila baapchoda betichod chachi chod mama chod randi ka aulaad sala haram zada suur jahnt ke baal bakri chod chua chod randhwa raand ja jaamai chut marikeh lavda lavdeh ke baal kutaa ke luli bakri ki chut chipkili ke aand randi baaz kukur chod maai ka choda tera bhen ka choda bur phtleh chud ke 100 baap ka chuda hua kutta ka pila hua naali ka keeda taateh massina bur ke chatel chodu bhagat chut mari ka chut ka pilaa gaand ka sodagar chucci chusneh waleh jhaat ka bhaaji land peh chdeh ja kuuteh saleh bhen ke laudeh teri maa ki chut bosdiwaleh teri mayiaa ka bur chodu badwa salaa madar chood ka pilla randi ka baal machr ki jhaat chipkili ke taate gobar putr kuttiya ka pila baapchoda betichod chachi chod mama chod randi ka aulaad sala haram zada suur jahnt ke baal bakri chod chua chod randhwa raand ja jaamai chut marikeh lavda lavdeh ke baal kutaa ke luli bakri ki chut chipkili ke aand randi baaz kukur chod maai ka choda tera bhen ka choda bur phtleh chud ke 100 baap ka chuda hua kutta ka pila hua naali ka keeda taateh massina bur ke chatel chodu bhagat chut mari ka chut ka pilaa gaand ka sodagar chucci chusneh waleh jhaat ka bhaaji land peh chdeh ja kuuteh saleh bhen ke laudeh teri maa ki chut bosdiwaleh teri mayiaa ka bur chodu badwa salaa madar chood ka pilla randi ka baal machr ki jhaat chipkili ke taate gobar putr kuttiya ka pila baapchoda betichod chachi chod mama chod randi ka aulaad sala haram zada suur jahnt ke baal bakri chod chua chod randhwa raand ja jaamai chut marikeh lavda lavdeh ke baal kutaa ke luli bakri ki chut chipkili ke aand randi baaz kukur chod maai ka choda tera bhen ka choda bur phtleh chud ke 100 baap ka chuda hua kutta ka pila hua naali ka keeda taateh massina bur ke chatel chodu bhagat chut mari ka chut ka pilaa gaand ka sodagar chucci chusneh waleh jhaat ka bhaaji land peh chdeh ja kuuteh saleh bhen ke laudeh teri maa ki chut bosdiwaleh teri mayiaa ka bur chodu badwa salaa madar chood ka pilla randi ka baal machr ki jhaat chipkili ke taate gobar putr kuttiya ka pila baapchoda betichod chachi chod mama chod randi ka aulaad sala haram zada suur jahnt ke baal bakri chod chua chod randhwa raand ja jaamai chut marikeh lavda lavdeh ke baal kutaa ke luli bakri ki chut chipkili ke aand randi baaz kukur chod maai ka choda tera bhen ka choda bur phtleh chud ke 100 baap ka chuda hua kutta ka pila hua naali ka keeda taateh massina bur ke chatel chodu bhagat chut mari ka chut ka pilaa gaand ka sodagar chucci chusneh waleh jhaat ka bhaaji land peh chdeh ja

This happened today while I was going back home and was at bus stop. Waiting for my uber. While I was waiting two uncles jo gutka mu mein rakhe hue the. Started fighting for politics maybe. But one uncle said "Tum jaise logo ke vajah se desh tsraki nahi kar pa raha" and then he looked and me and said " Sai kaha raha ho na bhai sahab". Uncle mereko land farak nahi padta mere se kyu puch rahe ho. So I replied "Pata nahi, kya pata, ho sakta hai" in an awkward way. Then other uncle started shouting "Tumse bade desh ke dushman hai kon, Tum batao bahi sahab hai ki nahi" Are bhai Iss equation mein mein kaise aa ja raha hoon baar baar.
So I said "Pata nahi, Sayad"
Then he turned to the other guy and touched his shoulder and said "Bahi sahab tum hamare bhai bandu ho, samaj rahe ho kya kaha raha hoon". Are uncle jiss tarike se app itne pass ake bol rahe sab galat hi samaj rahe hai aur kuch nahi.
Then other uncle come closer to the uncle said "Bilkul bhaiji sab samaj raha hoon, hai ki nahi" brooooo unke lips itne pass the ki my heart skipped a beat. Mereko laga yeh kiss kar hi denge. "Bass Pyaar muhambat bato aur kya" " Bilkul bhai sahab". Then they hugged.
Then first uncle looked at me and touched my shoulder and said "sahi kaha raha hoon ki nahi bhai sahab". Bro mereko bhi kiss kar dete vo uncle to mein thoda piche hata and said " Bilkul Bilkul bhai sahab vo dekho meri gadi aa gayi mode me chalo ram ram". Then I ran away.

Hear my story jeetards. I am loser. I am not good in sports. Have no confidence in life through childhood. I was in Seven Square Academy in Mira Road. My life is primarily been at home watching PC parts and coding. Have real passion in IT. Was never good at anything. For the first time though my village relative bhaiya I was able to do 10th well in COVID 2020. Then no exams happened due to game addiction I didnt gave internal exams well. For 10 + 2 years in school my life was hell in Delhi Nangloi. Fast forward my 12th results came in I got 62%. I knew I fucked that day because at exam hall I was getting stroke. What saved that day was invigilator. 1st drop year wasted. Started preparing for mht cet fucked my exam, fucked jee kyuki kuch pada hi nahi bhai -ve me number aaye the. Manipal exam me 10 din that ab 4 bache hai. Just destroyed my life. Sapna that ki kamse kam NSIT me toh jaunga. Ab meri behen ki shaadi hai agle saal. Per me total failure hu. Meri behen bhi mujse jyada smart hai Jo mujhse Kam padhti hai. Just could not take it. Bhai kese Bina guilt ke mar sakte hai batado. Aur buri baat suno comedk aur pessat aur vitee sab chut Gaya kyuki ye sab pata hi nahi tha. Total pure failure Aaj tak ek medal nahi jeeta. Chalo ab bata do ki june me 8 mahle ki building se jirne me maut miligi achi kya. suicidewatch or daala tha nahi post ho raha

bhai dimag kharab hogaya search karte huye ki last date kya hai, all subjects ke improvement exam ko dene ke mujhe bas chut kara chaiye physics aur chemistry se lekin agar iss saal nahi gaya tu agle saal college mei woh allow nahi karenge meri boards mei 60% aayi hai please help
mei physics aur chemistry ki calculations mei bohot bura hoon aur isley mujhe repeat karne ka mann nahi hai lekin shayad woh hi option hai

So I am a guy who was born in a very poor family , lived in slums for almost 16 years of my life . Took a job right after I passed school because it was the need of the hour and life started getting better from there . I was earning a decent amount after an year or two (approx 40k) which put me at a much better place in my life . Now after 2-3 years when things started getting a little better , I lost my father due to liver failure, we saw this coming though, he used to drink a lot and this is one of the main reasons why I never touched alcohol or any of that stuff . Now last year was probably the best of my life , I purchased a car(on loan ) , made a down payment for a piece of land as well and life is just going on . There’s still a lot to do and I feel it’s gonna take a lot of time for me to come at a basic level of survival. I need my own house , a good bank balance for an immediate need and also some investments for the future to ensure my survival. Now when I look back , I see things have changed drastically for me , but I also feel that I have lost the child inside me who enjoyed having fun and relaxation. Last year Playstation kharida tha because it was a childhood dream , 1-2 mahine khela bhi but it’s kept in a corner now aur ye chiz meri life k almost har 1 area mein hai , even when I am on a vacation, I enjoy it for 2-3 days uske baad I just feel the pressure to work. Maybe I am afraid to fall back to my previous life.

Just had I am having I dont know what the fuck it is just over it's not about jee its about everything my life will always collapse within itself and i will never be able toachieve anything in my life madarchod yeh mama kept on snoring in the night I couldn't sleep my head hurts and now some random ass fucking auntie and her child won't let me sleep (her daughter was in her home for a makeover or some shit and my sister and she are friends and she lost some good stuffworth 40k) she came yesterday aur mere mama tak ko dhundhna mein lagaya I was about to sleep at 12pm till 1:30 pm par yeh madarchod aa gaye sone ni diya ab main so ni para sir dard ho raha and even if I manage to sleep I will still end up sleeping at like 3or 4 am advanced 9 am onwards hai it's like always like everytime I can controll nothing people might as well spit in my face behenchod God gifted behen ka loda madarchod randi hu main bas chutiya sala jhant bhar ki jindagi usne ma bap bhai behen sab munh pe antagonistic hain bak bal khatam ni hoti conditionally supportive jab main give up kar chuka tha to sabne kaha padh loda lassan ab main padhna chahta hun to sari bakchodi inki abhi yad ati hai behenchod jhoothe hypocrites moody sale aur main chutiya madarchod kuch ni kar sakta kuch ni there is nothing my life had been fucked my life will be fucked and it will remain fucked I am at the end I cannot motivate myself even further I can do nothing nothing nothing behenchod sari willpower chus gayi hai madarchod madarchod madarchodadarchid madarchod madarchod behenchod how the fuck are people even happy with their lives why don't they just die what's the point what the fuck calm down Kuch ni hora yahan mental breakdown hai and I am not sure if I can recov- Stop stop stop. It's the only chance for me to take over my broken down fucked up psyche and you must not give in to the anxious force the bitch guy within you. Feelings are fucked and they must be burned at an altar. Feel feelings selectively. Many things, many thought patterns that you find yourself in are a result if past trauma, current conditions of your life, and much more. These feelings can lead to one taking drastic steps. The only way to counteract all of this is to give into pure rationality. Giving into pure rationality I must admit that I have no way of quantifying my condition other than mocks and I am too afraid to give mocks, and they will take a lost of time. And speaking logically, the emotional blow from a fucked up performance has a very high of hindering my progress and crippling my motivation, and thus I have convinced myself to forgo mocks. Rationally speaking I must maximize the mocks, but I have mentioned the caveat which lies, what I cannot do is give up. I must study. Keep on studying. Study no matter what. Study however. But study. Work with pen. Watch videos. It doesn't matter. I have to study. I have to give my full efforts, as much as I can. That's the best thing. And the rest of it I have to bet on luck and my mental performance while giving the paper, I have to maximize that. I will not be able to do jackshit in the exams in the time which is left, that's the truth, and in a month you cannot do jackshit either. But I will have to play on the only thing which I have, my mind, i will have to pray and make sure it works in the Advanced, simultaneously I will have to prepare myself emotionally for the blow that will come with the failure, because there are high chances. Then I will have to bludgeon and carry on anyhow. I will have to keep working hard. There is no other way. I will have to go to therapy, by now my mind has completely bifurcated into two personalities, and the bitch pussy crying voice will gave to be cured and dealt with, else it endangers the survival of us both. I will have to stidy. I will have to work hard. I will have to be me. I will have to be rational. I will have to be more emotionally intelligent. I will have to know to select feelings carefully. I will have to be present and hyper aware of everything. The alternative is a very dark path. Well my mind is opting for that alternative because life seems darker. The problem is that I don't feel anything. I am an amalgamation of basic animal instincts of survival and ambition coupled with executive functions and logical side, and I am as much part of myself as the emotional side is. And I see no logical sense to give up, because all the logic is pretty much predicated around survival and increasing entropy of the universal system; and I am a microcosm in my own right, a system of my own and my stability and survival and success is what all the reasoning is fundamentally based on - ergo, dying and giving up is not an option. The emotional side has to be modulated and controlled. I will have to logically induce emotions that will drive me and efficiently deal with and soothe the negative emotions, I will have to validate many scary emotions but at the same time I will have to completely reject, invalidate, ignore, and forcibly stop multiple emotions from festering, which is not healthy for normal people, but I do not lie within the norm if the norm is overall absence of stark dissatisfaction and disillusionment with life. That being said I do not think I am in a position to attempt studying, and it is incredibly hard to determine whether this is the bitch voice or the logical voice speaking. I do not think I will be able to nap either. But I do presume similar conditions will follow me while giving exams because past patterns do not support me being in the best condition while giving exams, and this is the best way to segway to positive emotions. Fuck it I am going to study. I feel tired. Everything is impossible. But I will study. When Thor has to slay Jormungandr he knows he is going to die, but he wields his mighty hammer and accepts his destiny and valiantly fights the great serpent, and dies. I am going to do the same. I know I will fail. I will grieve. I will cry. But not give up. I know cards are stacked up against me. But i will not give up. If I fight against overwhelming odds enough number of times then I will learn to create miracles, and that is a divine power in it's own right. I will learn to create miracles. I will fight against all odds and I might win, or I might lose. But I will keep on struggling, and eventually I will be the miracle maker. What if I fail to make any miracles??? Well, what were the chances that I was born as a dog? Or I was a table? Or I was nothing. My very existence is a miracle and I will create miracle. Humans were fish struggling on land and now they are off to conquer stars!!!!!! This is a miracle!!! Everything was pointless but we kept on struggling!!!! We achieved more than what we could think!!! Why must I give up!!!! Fuck it guys let me overdose myself with caffine and start studying the fuck. Imma do organic revision and pyqs. Organic ke behenchod sare 20 sal ke paper aaj hi nipta dunga madarchod ab bolo koi mock mock (I know it's not possible, but what did I say??) Ya fir definite. Aod. Rotation. Kuch nahi padhunga lekin padhunga aur is bhakalnde behen ke lode exhausted ass state mein padhunga ma chod dunga jindagi ki behen ki chut. Bollo bhagwati maiyaaa ki jai!!!

Dono CET Cell aur NTA ki Maa ki chut, bhen ke koi statement release nahi karte cheaters ke regarding

So now I'll get into college, hustle, get a decent cgpa, still for placements, get peanuts what people call dream offers, sit on the desk for 8 hours a day like a moron
is this life? this just strikes through my mind
why do we dream for corporate slavery? why do we dream about earning peanuts?
isn't life about enjoying, exploring, etc etc
now there's two sides of mine, ek bol raha hai ki life to enjoy karni chahiye ye job wagera kyu karni hai jab hamein usmein interest nahi hai and the other side is saying that majboori hai to karna hi padega kitna bhi rr karle
bhai im not intersted in CS and computers wala bullshit and even if I take ECE or even mechanical im not gonna get a job and even if I do it won't be worth it atlas for starting off in my career so I WILL have to learn coding so that I get a basic desk job from 9-5 with peanuts of a salary
I want to create things on my own, I want to explore the world, and be happy
how do I make use of my interests irl?
u know mera sapna kya hai?
Get OCI and a British passport somehow, buy a sexy ass Toyota land cruiser and set off from the UK and explore the whole world in my car, matlab pura Asia, Middle East, Africa, Europe, etc etc... British passport because indian passport se I won't be allowed with car in a lot of countries but births passport se easily visa milta hai to almost all countries land cruiser isliye because that's the most reliable fucking car
you get my point?
but the problem is, iske liye paisa chahiye hoga kaafi aur wo shayad corporate slavery se hi ayega?
kya kare bhai?
what are your plans batao please??, aur bc dont give depressing bullshit like "zindagi jidhar le jaye etc" or "kat rahi hai bhai zindagi" etc
pata nahi bc neend aa rahi hai ya kya bol raha hu mein, samajh aye to batao bhai please

Me 11th me agya hu kitab se padne ki adat chut gai he pcb ho ni ri he tutions lagau ya na lagau offline alag alag for pcb samjh ni ara aur 1mahine ki school me classes bhi chut gai he practical bhi palle ni pad re

Alright, here we go!
Arch Linux: Yo, I'm Arch, the king of DIY, Building from scratch, reaching for the sky. Rolling release, always up to date, My user base elite, you can't debate.
NixOS: Hold up, Arch, you think you're so fly, But I'm NixOS, with a config that's high. Declarative, my setup's pristine, Immutable packages, making you lean.
Arch Linux: Your purity's nice, but it's all just talk, In the land of Arch, we walk the walk. Customization's my middle name, From the ground up, I build my fame.
NixOS: Sure, you customize, but at what cost? Dependency hell, your system's lost. With Nix, it's reproducibility, No more chaos, just stability.
Arch Linux: Stability's nice, but where's the fun? Living on the edge, that's how it's done. AUR's my playground, endless apps to find, In the world of Arch, I shine.
NixOS: AUR may be vast, but it's not secure, With Nix, safety's assured, that's for sure. Rolling back, with just a command, In the battle of distros, I take a stand.
Arch Linux: You talk a big game, but I'm still on top, Arch users never settle, we never flop. In the world of Linux, I'm the one they seek, Arch Linux reigns supreme, week after week.
NixOS: You may have the crown, but I have the plan, NixOS, the future, changing how we stand. Immutable, declarative, the way forward we choose, In this rap battle, NixOS can't lose.

93percentile , no vit,SRM, bits form , just comedk, Kabhi kabhi lagta hai jo mil rha hai wahi chala jau bhad me jaye sab udhar hi kuch karunga, phir agta hai agar mauka hai ek sal deke aur kuch ache college Jane ki toh kyu na try dedu, lekin abhi toh 2nd mains ke bad kuch nhi pada hai , padne ki aadat chut gyi toh bilkul man nhi karta toh sochta hun drop year me yahi hal rha toh kaise hoga?

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Synopsis:
"You are a monster, Adam, but you didn't choose to be. Make your first choice."
Molded into a mindless killing machine from birth, psychic prodigy Augustus Adam makes his first real choice and frees himself from the shackles of his upbringing. But it was too late.
After being tried for his crimes against humanity, he is sentenced to summary execution after a short trial. Unwilling to let his mind be studied to produce more psychics like himself, he does the only thing that ensures humanity's freedom from psychic tyranny: suicide.
Though death's embrace is sweet, it's surprisingly short as Adam awakes in an unknown forest, learning soon after that he is in a world of magic, of swords and sorcery. Accompanied by magical beasts that could flatten a mountain if they so wished, Adam sets forth into this new world, hoping to make a positive difference this time around. It was his choice, a real chance for freedom, and he wasn't about to let some demon lords, necromancers, or gods get in his way towards redemption.
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Note:
A rewrite from a previous version, this story is a slice-of-life adventure of an young man blessed with powers but burdened by a heavy and troubled past, hoping to reconcile himself with his innate humanity. Though the premise is magic vs psychic power, I also want to explore the human heart. I believe that there is good in people, but they all need to make the choice. This story follows that line of thinking. Any and all constructive criticism is encouraged and appreciated.
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When one mentions a battle, they understandably picture a fight between two opposing and equal forces. Though the disparity between the two in terms of power can vary, with one side having a favorable advantage over the other, the winner can still be either.
What I was currently experiencing, however, could hardly be considered a fair fight. A battle? Maybe, but it most definitely was a battle for survival. A titanic struggle between a battered psychic and an all-powerful lightning summoning moose.
It was straight up ridiculous to imagine, but this was my reality. When the duel started, I was neither ready nor expecting to win a straight fight. Instead, I was hoping to use my brain, literally and figuratively, to get out of this mess.
It was obvious that we were both supernatural beings, and this forest was a supernatural place. My psychic powers versus his lightning. It was a surreal matchup but a deadly and chaotic one nonetheless.
Maintaining my psychic shield while at the same time using my power to enhance my speed and reflexes to dodge the moose's relentless attacks strained my body to its absolute limit. The moose didn't seem to tire at all. It looked amused at my struggle, and almost pitiful with its gaze. In spite of that, it didn't once relent its attacks.
The ring we were in was soon charred, the glowing plants and grass that once stood here reduced to smoldering ash. The moose, if it had a name, was a hypocrite. It accused me of desecrating their home by pulling down the tree but had no qualms burning away their exotic undergrowth.
With each lightning strike that thundered from the sky and towards where I stood, I lost a good chunk of my strength. Bit by bit, little by little, I was being whittled down. I tried my best to deflect the strikes, to redirect them back to the moose, and to attack with my own psychic power.
Walls of air slammed against the moose, and so did the air around it burst as I set the atmosphere alight in brief explosions. I tried to grab hold of it too, multiple times, and at times I succeeded in pulling its legs or slamming the creature into the ground.
But the moose would shake off my attempts, healing any and all bruises within seconds, before continuing its assault.
And as the moose's antlers cackled and the sound of thunder roared once more above my head, I gained an idea. I didn't need to injure the moose severely. Rather, I only needed to remove its ability to fight with lightning.
As the lightning thundered down towards me, I used my power and redirected it. The streak of lightning curved as it boomed, making its way towards the moose. The moose, having seen this move by me before, merely took several steps aside to avoid the attack. Unfortunately for the animal, I was counting on it.
As the streak of lightning bounced off the ground and towards the moose, I mustered most of the physical and mental strength I had left and charged. I disappeared from the ground where I stood, moving at speeds imperceptible to the eye. The moose' eyes widened when it finally saw me appear right in front of it, my bloodied and battered face greeting him with a determined glare.
The moose tried to move, but it was too late. I had poured all of my energy into this one simple plan. My psychic shield was gone, and so was my influence on the surrounding area. Instead, I gathered the power to do one thing.
With the kinetic energy of my speed carrying me through, I grabbed the right antler of the moose, summoned forth my power to wrap around the entire glistening length, and pulled with a scream of defiance.
Every last bit of strength was called for this moment, and it delivered. The antlers broke from the base with a blast of light, followed by a crack that sounded more like shattering glass. Time seemed to slow as the moose recoiled in shock while I, with antlers in hand, lost my balance and crashed into the still smoldering ground.
I did it. I removed one of its antlers which meant that it wouldn't be able to summon any more lightning. As I laid on the charred forest floor, I found my strength leaving me. The adrenaline faded away, replaced by immense pain and fatigue. My body and mind were exhausted. My psychic sense evaporated while the rest of my psychic power died down.
I was paralyzed and defenseless, at the mercy of the animals that now stood around me in close proximity.
Had I won the duel with that? I did not know. It was a gamble I took for an uncertain outcome. I hoped that it would be enough, but the next moments would be my answer.
The moose, with one glistening antler and a lightless stub, walked up to me with the same fiery gaze. There was caution in its steps, unlike the proud and assured stomps it did before. The animal came to a stop above my head, looking down on me.
"I still stand, Summoned One." It said with an unmoving mouth.
"So you do," I said, defeated. My plan had failed after all. "Please make it swift."
With that, I closed my eyes and awaited my doom. It was surreal to experience. A day ago I was supposed to be executed, only for me to carry it out myself. And now I was here, asking for another swift death.
My second chance at life was not to be, and I had a harder time accepting my demise this time around. However, what was done was done.
And so I laid there, unmoving, and braced myself for the strike.
But it never came.
I opened my eyes after a short while, confused at the lack of death befalling me. The animals were still standing around me, their heads peeking around the periphery of my vision.
"Wasn't I supposed to die?" I asked, my voice course from injury.
"You were," The moose said, "But you have earned your right to live, Summoned One."
Suddenly, I felt multiple antlers lift me up, bringing me upright before supporting my underarms to keep me standing.
"You have been granted an audience with the Gardener Of The Forest. He will answer your questions." The moose said before walking away with the wolves in tow.
The blue flaming birds circling the air landed on the ground, their burning bodies losing much of their fury when they did. Aside from the two elks lifting me up, the rest of the animals walked away and maintained what I would call a respectful distance.
I expected the so-called Gardener Of The Forest to be another animal, with more powerful antlers judging by how things were going with the deer, elk, and moose. A small part of me expected a lion, or a tiger, maybe even an elephant perhaps? I heard that those animals were the biggest and smartest back on Earth.
Or maybe a beluga whale. A flying beluga whale.
"Apologies, Summoned One, but I am not one such majestic creature." An ethereal voice, or voices, sounded in my ear, raising the hairs of my skin on end. It echoed across the forest, bouncing off the trees and somehow putting my mind at ease. It was a psychic attack, directly at my brain
Well, it was more like an influence I couldn't shake off rather than an overt and hostile attack. Still, it was an assault on my mind.
Though I fought against the sudden feeling of comfort, my weakness gave way and I let myself relax. My muscles loosened and I breathed a heavy sigh.
All would be alright.
From within the mist came a tall silhouette, a humanoid with long arms and legs, with a stretched body and oval head. I couldn't see what it truly looked like beyond the mist, and it seemed like the mist followed where it walked. And yet as I beheld the shadowy and murky silhouette that now stood a mere few meters away, I couldn't help but feel uneasy in spite of the comforting influence.
This being, whatever it was, was dangerous. Even more so than all the other animals combined. If the moose - who was now bowing alongside the rest of the animals - deferred to this strange being, then I had good reason to fear the worst.
But the worst did not come.
"Augustus Adam, I welcome you to this world, and I apologize for the rather violent welcome." It said, voices soothing the heart and soul.
"I... wait... how do you know my name?" I asked.
The being tilted its head, "I know all about you, Augustus Adam, from the day of your conception, to your death by your own hands."
I held back my tongue. My heart wanted to race and my mind wanted to summon the psychic shield, but to no avail. I was powerless.
"You have done well, Augustus Adam. You managed to set yourself on a path. A path that you have chosen for yourself and by yourself. Not only that, but you have injured one of my guardians with but a sliver of your strength." It said. The congratulations were lost to me as I was busy being confused.
"Respectfully... but who are you?" I asked.
"My children call me the Gardener Of The Forest, but the world outside knows me by a different name: The Watchful One."
All of the names were a mouthful, but I wasn't about to say that.
"Do say whatever you wish." It said, reading my mind.
"Please stop reading my mind." I asked meekly.
"As you wish," It said, sounding a bit amused, "but do realize that I will know if you're being truthful or not. I do not need to read your mind to read your soul."
The influence of calm and comfort went away from my mind and I was immediately overwhelmed by fear and anxiety. My heart raced and my breathing grew rapid.
"You must first calm yourself. We cannot discuss things until you do," The Watchful One said, "By the power of the Old Wood and All That Is Good, I pledge my word that you will henceforth be unharmed for as long as you stay within my domain. Now calm."
It took me a few minutes to finally bring myself to calm down. The feeling of utter powerlessness reminded me of younger, more harrowing days, back when I was but a scion of the mad woman known otherwise as my mother.
"I think... I think I'm okay now." I said.
"Good to hear, now let's make your body the same." As soon as it said that, swirling motes of lights erupted from the aur and swirled around me in a whirlwind of light. My body, wrought with many injuries and some fatal, was fixed after seconds.
I blinked my eyes in confusion and shock. While doing so, I moved my hands and feet, finding them unbroken and strong. In fact, the rest of my body felt new and reinvigorated.
What sort of power was this? It was unnatural, and terrifying. I paled in comparison to whatever or whoever this being was. I was fortunate that it was acting nice towards me. But for what end?
"Thank you... uh... great Watchful One." I said, unsure on how to address it.
"You are welcome, Augustus Adam. And if it suits you, you can call me however you wish." "Didn't I ask-"
"I did not read your mind, Augustus Adam. It was just obvious."
"Oh.. okay, sorry."
After a brief pause, The Watchful One spoke.
"You have many questions. Ask and I will answer honestly."
"Completely?"
"Completely. With some restraint."
I looked around and my eyes fell on the moose. He stood beside the wolves and a few deer and elk. One of the blue birds was perched on his remaining antler. The moose gave me a reassuring nod as he met my gaze. A mere moment ago we were at each other's throats, but now whatever animosity we may have shared had faded away. Somehow.
"Then... what is this place? Why am I here? How do you know me? Why am I being called the Summoned One?" I asked.
And as the answers came, it felt like my entire understanding of reality as I knew it crashed down in a ball of fire before being pulverized into the hard pavement.
I was indeed alive, and I was in another world.
A world of magic.
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yaar maine bohot bada chutiyapa kara, meri zoology almost poori chut gayi(OMR me mark karna chuut gaya,I am not sure maine kitne kare as soon as mera omr le liya tha ma rone lag gaya aur apna gala ghot kar suicide karne ka attempt kara, maine dhyaan hi nhi diya ma konse question par tha but if I were to guess maine 15 q attempt kar liye the). aisa isliye kyuki maine ek bkl jo vomit kar rha tha aur ro rha tha washroom me (woh washroom me tha aur mai bhi washroom exam ke beech me mootne ke liye chala gya) ma usse samhalne lag gaya. because of that I lost about 5-7 minutes. I know ye bohot chutiya decision tha magar maine bholepan chutiyepanne me kar diya. I thought ki this was something a certain religious person from the religion I believe in would do at that moment aur mere man me adhyatamik gyaan pura bhar gaya aur maine apna career uss ke chakkar me barbaad kar diya. But there is a sliver of hope ki mera ab bhi cmc Ludhiana me ho jaaye, magar problem ye ha ki ma nhi chahta reservation ke through mera admission ho, ma ab bhi chahta hu ki ma pura proper tareeke se drop lekar ke agle saal GMC ke liye prepare karu. Ma CMC ludhiana ki fees afford kar sakta hu magar mujhe tab bhi bohot guilt ha. Agar ma pura paper kar deta toh mere 630 aa jaate which is lower than my state's cutoff, I dont want reservation waali seat. magar papa maan nhi rhe, woh bohot gussa ha aur woh toh pehle se hi mere waha seat ke liye logo se baatein kar rhe the. When I told him what I felt about reservation, woh aur gussa ho gaye aur unko lag rha ha ki ma ungrateful hu aur mujhe jo privilege mil rha ha ma usko accept nhi kar rha aur ye bewkoofi ha, plus he put his sweat and tears meeting people for the sake of my admission. mujhe pata tha pehle hi ki mujhe tab hi rok dena chahiye tha papa ko magar ma sure tha ki mera ache se gmc ho jaayega. Woh bilkul bhi interested nhi ha mere drop me aur woh chahte ha ki ma iss saal cmc ludhiana me admission kara lu ma ussme bilkul bhi interested nhi hu because of the above mentioned guilt I feel ki mere unreserved friends ka nhi hoga magar mera ho jaayega. Magar mere paas ek plan ha ki ma suicide fake karu (ma apne daadi ke ghar jaa rha hu, mai waha par harpic ki bottle ko pura flush kar dunga aur voluntarily vomit karunga, phir harpic ki bottle jameen par hi gira dunga, woh definitely puchenge ki harpic ki bottle waha kaise aayi) aur papa ko emotionally guilt karke drop le lu, but obv moral reasons se woh karne se bhi ma darr rha hu. ma decide nhi kar paa rha between emotionally guilt tripping my father v/s getting GMC(meri self respect aur self image kabhi theek nhi ho paayegi agar mera reservation se hoga) PLEASE HELP ME

to all the ICSE students out there who just passed out.
Remember, life is not AT ALL about board results. It's just a small part of your journey, and trust me, it really doesn't define you or your capabilities. Keep your head up, focus on your passions, and keep doing things to achieve your actual goals, because you guys are going to do great things in life!
i can see 99% people rotting in copywriting jobs, whereas even with 85-90% people are well settled in better parts of the world.
aur geo ki maa ki chut, jisne bhi paper check kiya mera mei tere ghar aaunga aur tujhe sara topo sapne mei dikha dunga bc..

When I started my JEE preparation in class 11th, I was shown the dreams of that promised land, where you would be able to build a great life for yourself. I had seen countless success stories around me and of course on internet and I could already form a dream of writing my own success story one day.
Starting to kaafi achhi hui, I'm a kinda intelligent dude so whenever I even make an honest try, I manage to come good at most fields. But I'm terribly lazy; procrastination, forgetfulness and ability to get distracted is inbuilt in my system. Initially, coaching was going really WELL, school (regular) was also fine, I was increasing my output day-by-day, and I was tackling all sorts of workload, tests and questions with quite some consistency. I managed to remove distractions like watching sports, gaming, YouTube, (which had crept in my head during lockdown) for a good amount of months. Kahin na kahin to lag rha tha ki "kuchh to ho jayega."
Pata nhi august around kya hua, ekdum se school exams ya kya hua but mein apne WAAPAS puraane form mein aa gya hun.
My disinterest kinda intensified when I f*cked up my first advanced paper in coaching. Bhai matlab padhai NAA KARNE ka jo keedha mujhe laga, abhi tak nhi hata.
Matlab I subconciously end up doing anything that is NOT padhai. Delaying notes making, no more module solving, no more planning for the weekly coaching tests, almost no study for school exams.
Har raat yahi sochke sota hun ki KAL se main sudhar jaunga. magar yeh naatak karte karte saala 8-9 mahine ho gaye! I somehow was able to scrap thru school exams without any major issues(despite barely studying dedicatedly). Lekin coaching mein to mast band baj rhi hai. Literally I'm doing nothing except for attending classes, and I'm messing up tests which I would've EASILY aced had I had even given them even a rat's ass.
My Parents are the most supportive parents in the world. I feel no kind of pressure from them. Lekin kahin na kahin unhone jo mehnat ki hai, at least usse to main chukana chahta hoon.
Ab 6th May 2024 ka midnight ho gya hai. I wanted to take off this HUGE baggage off my chest, but from now on, the only thing which's going to be on my mind is IIT! I have no intention of feeling regret for rest of my life for failing at something which I WOULD'VE SUCCEDED IN had I tried. NO more distractions, bye-bye to procrastination and laziness, and a quick wipe off of backlogs. Time to bahut nikal gya hai, but I'll do whatever I can do to make sure ki main yeh race main aisa kuch karoon, ki ant main I feel ki maine kuch to kia in do saal mein aur main kayaron ki tarah to nhi bhaaga
With this, I'll be leaving this few days old reddit account of mine and meet you guys after a year, telling my story with pride.
Pls wish me luck.
Thanks!