Chel doctor mere bhai bahen chudai

Till 10th I was a good student like padhai mei bhi accha and all phir aise hi boards mei (state board) 91% ke saath socha tha arts lunga (ias Officer ban na tha ) but Ghar walo ne science pe laga diya Doctor banna padhega bolke, phir aise hi maine bhi socha doctor baan ke baad mei ias ke liye choose kar lunga, then phir start hua mera life ka downfall. I choosed a private college with a good reputation (nam nhi lunga) and many good students like state toppers etc. so humlog ka class, boards results ke lakbhag 10 din baad hi start ho gya tha, lekin mein late join karlia tha like 1 - 2months late (kyuki tab mei arts/science kaunsa loo chakkar mei phas gya tha) aur hamare classes like bohut aage chalegye, mein like blank kuch bhi samaj nhi aarha tha like teaches sab 11th ke motion in plane Tak pauch gya the aur muje tabtak units and dimensions bhi nhi aata tha. Phir aisehi mera 11th chala gya with 0 knowledge kuch bhi nhi aata tha like 0 Bhai 0 aur hostel mei rehta tha toh wah bhi utna padhai ka patner guide wagera nhi tha. And Ghar walo se pressure itna tha (because we are lower middle class ) ki acche institution ke bawajut tuje kuch nhi aata etc. and aisehi mera 11th barbaad ho gya, jab board aaya 11th ke mera percentage around 32 huwa aur school walo ne jaise taise pass kar wa Diya nhi toh 11th pe hi fail ho jata, phir Ghar walo nhi din raat pressure dena start kya, like kya hoga tera tu kuch nhi kar sakta etc. And 12th mei jab Aya toh meine socha liya tha acche se padhunga and all and was everything was going right mere marks bhi tode tode improve huwe like bohot mehnat kya bohot and like test marks bhi improve hone lage tution bhi laya liya tha. Phir jab 12th ke beech Wale din I got myself into a trouble. I fell in love with a girl (online) hum dono ke thoughts taste music and all same hone ke karan ek dusre se pyaar ho gya tha and like later I realised woh toh alag hi tha like usse baat karne ke liye mein apna padhai aadha adhura chor deta tha(kyuki usko sirf ek limited time phone milta tha and like mere padhai ke time hi milta tha aur baaki ke team ya toh mei tution jata ya toh woh) phirse mera marks girne suru ho gaya because of lack of time in studies and then aisehi days went by like I managed somehow todha marks kaam ho jata phirbhi i sticked to her and then aisehi karte karte mera boards aayga , and also I thought I was ready for everything, but ek or unfortunate event ho gya, wo ladki apne ex ke saath phirse chaligyi in between my boards exam she broke up with me (like she was with me for just time pass? Kya woh sab baatein was waste?) and uske wajah se mera boards bhi kharab ho gya kyuki usko time Dena padta tha and as result mere issaal ke boards pe 78 percentage ho gya 😭😭 how i am supposed to do now? My parents don't know a thing about this all they are just putting pressure like you don't want to study, tuje padhai karne nhi dega abse tu kaam karne jayega , etc kuch din pehle neet and jee ka exam Diya tha jo ladka 11th mei 0 tha woh neet ke kuch din pehle pure bio and physics ko 2 baar padh dala and uska expected score aa rha hai around 374 and maths aur physics karke (chemistry weak mera) jee mei uska aaya tha around 73 percentile aaya tha. And now the question is do I deserve it? Do I deserve a chance for the next year. A drop is it will be worth it? Kya mei woh kar paunga ? The pain in me is always hitting me guys please help I just want to kms parents ke expectations the acche karge but nhi ab boj ban gya hu ab toh woh unlog ko dekhne se bhi bura lagta hai😭 guys please help suggest me what should I do ? Should I just kms? I can't handle anymore failures

heard some of them saying MBBS nhi mil rha toh BAMS lelo...nothing against BAMS but wht the fuck is this going on these days...'BAMS se surgeon ban jaoge' , 'Gov BAMS promote kr rhi hai' and the most stupid one 'Rural areas mein BAMS waale accha kamate hai' etc
First of all BAMS pseudoscience hai...bc aisi degree hi kyu leni jisme aadhi cheeze galat padhayi jaa rhi hai Jo tumko pata hai ki galat hai tum phir bhi padh rhe ho...evidence based cheezo ko bhi galat maante hai bhai ab tak Ayurveda mein
second tum surgeon bann skte ho...lol appendix aur piles ke operation krne waale ko surgeon nhi bolte bhai...aur khud logically socho tumhe yeh krwana bhi hoga toh tum BAMS ke doctor ke paas jaoge ya MBBS ke doctor ke paas
'rural areas mein bohot scope hai' bc mere baap-dada ne mehnat krke gaand ghis kr paise kamaye taaki hum dhang ki jagah pr reh paaye aur mein wapas wahi chala jau...kyu?kyunki meine ek degree leli jis se mai acchi jagah pr reh kr kama nhi skta
aur bc tum kabhi apni job kyu nhi batate ho alternate career mein...teacher banwao logo ko...tumhe bhi toh lauda padhana aata nhi hai bas wahi ncert ki lines mug-up krke baccho ko chutiya bana rhe ho(woh kaun hai Anmol krke uski baat kr rha mai)
Edit:aur yeh bkl BDS ko itna downgrade kyu krte hai...kam se kam bc usme science toh hai jo kaam krti hai kuch bhi toh nhi padha dete na

Assalamualaikum
After watching Raftar documentaries on Karachi, I'm really keen in knowing the gruesome history of my lost Karachi.
I'm a college student urdu speaking boy aur Karachi se mohabbat he lekin yaar bohot dukh hota he. Phr jb mene documentaries dekhin karachi par (which are very less) itna dard hota ke kese talented lrke like Faheem commando who was like the epitome of bravery (was a champion in swimming, black belt in karate, profound in academics) was turned into a mqm hitmen. There were also talented people who were literally wasted because of this.
This ends not there. Even abhi tk, bhaiiii itne talented lrke milte hein yaar mjhe kasam se ke thori si support mill jaaye kahan se kahan pohonch jaayenge. Babu 7t, the infamous rider, thori si support milti international street racing wagjera kuch mein zindagi ban jaati usski but he ended up dying in a street race.
Why? Like why you did this to my city. Balochistan ke baad Karachi is the place that has suffered the most. We gave you beaurocrats, we gave you taxes, we gave you itne behtareen log like junaid jamshed, umer sharif, and whonot.
Sub chhorr kar if I become selfish and talk about my ownself, Mjhe aur meri family ko khud badle mein mila kiya he? Mere dada hijrat krke aaye, mere parents aur subne jado jahad krke apne balboote par aage barhe. Mere bhai ko junoon ki had tk shouq tha doctor banne ka 1 saal pehle mdcat itna corrupt he woh to alag baat, punjab se logon ne aa kar karachi ki seats khareed li thin. Mera bhai doctor nahi banega. Mere bhai ki classmate who had straight As and As usska tk borderline par jaa kar kisi uni mein hua. Mere abbu ke business par FBR ne penalty lagadi chhoti si baat par jo ke easily resolve jo skti but for the sake of *modern day bhhatta abhi tk abbu ke accounts seized hein. Na roads hein, na transport system, na koi poochhne waala. Kbhi bhi koi bhi aa kar mjhe goli maar kar chala jaayega. Police se shikwa krne jaao mjhe jail krdiya jaayega. Ek mqm bani thi awaaz lekin hamaari awaaz ne hi hamaara gala ghhont daala. Sub skilled urdu speaking are going abroad. Mere sheher ka kiya reh jaayega.
Mera sheher ek ghulaab ki maanind tha. Sub khushbu soongte rahe, kisi ne paani daalne ki zehmat nahi ki.
Aur kitna roun mein? Kon ponchne wala he? Kon poochhne wala he? Lgta he apne hi zakhamon se mein maara jaaunga. Mjhe marham ke bajaye zeher diya jaa raha. Mjhe haath ke bajaaye dhhakka diya jaa raha he. Mjhe galon ke bajaaye dhhoka diya jaa raha he. Karachi was a place where the princes used to spend their vacations at. Karachi was so beautiful, WHY??? JUST WHYY?
It was like a enchanting pearl in the shore of a black sea giving light to places far burried in the dark. As soon as the storm came in, everyone left. The pearl left all alone. Now that pearl has lost all its shine and glory; now it has become just a mere stone.
The bullet has penetrated. The fire has burnt. The dagger has stabbed. Ig this is where the baghdad gets sacked. There's no going to be revival. I think I might just also have to pack my bag and say my farewell.
Sub Karachi ke hein lekin Karachi ka koi nahi.
P.S. the only solution I realize now is Khilafat.

Assalamualaikum
After watching Raftar documentaries on Karachi, I'm really keen in knowing the gruesome history of my lost Karachi.
I'm a college student urdu speaking boy aur Karachi se mohabbat he lekin yaar bohot dukh hota he. Phr jb mene documentaries dekhin karachi par (which are very less) itna dard hota ke kese talented lrke like Faheem commando who was like the epitome of bravery (was a champion in swimming, black belt in karate, profound in academics) was turned into a mqm hitmen. There were also talented people who were literally wasted because of this.
This ends not there. Even abhi tk, bhaiiii itne talented lrke milte hein yaar mjhe kasam se ke thori si support mill jaaye kahan se kahan pohonch jaayenge. Babu 7t, the infamous rider, thori si support milti international street racing wagjera kuch mein zindagi ban jaati usski but he ended up dying in a street race.
Why? Like why you did this to my city. Balochistan ke baad Karachi is the place that has suffered the most. We gave you beaurocrats, we gave you taxes, we gave you itne behtareen log like junaid jamshed, umer sharif, and whonot.
Sub chhorr kar if I become selfish and talk about my ownself, Mjhe aur meri family ko khud badle mein mila kiya he? Mere dada hijrat krke aaye, mere parents aur subne jado jahad krke apne balboote par aage barhe. Mere bhai ko junoon ki had tk shouq tha doctor banne ka 1 saal pehle mdcat itna corrupt he woh to alag baat, punjab se logon ne aa kar karachi ki seats khareed li thin. Mera bhai doctor nahi banega. Mere bhai ki classmate who had straight As and As usska tk borderline par jaa kar kisi uni mein hua. Mere abbu ke business par FBR ne penalty lagadi chhoti si baat par jo ke easily resolve jo skti but for the sake of *modern day bhhatta abhi tk abbu ke accounts seized hein. Na roads hein, na transport system, na koi poochhne waala. Kbhi bhi koi bhi aa kar mjhe goli maar kar chala jaayega. Police se shikwa krne jaao mjhe jail krdiya jaayega. Ek mqm bani thi awaaz lekin hamaari awaaz ne hi hamaara gala ghhont daala. Sub skilled urdu speaking are going abroad. Mere sheher ka kiya reh jaayega.
Mera sheher ek ghulaab ki maanind tha. Sub khushbu soongte rahe, kisi ne paani daalne ki zehmat nahi ki.
Aur kitna roun mein? Kon ponchne wala he? Kon poochhne wala he? Lgta he apne hi zakhamon se mein maara jaaunga. Mjhe marham ke bajaye zeher diya jaa raha. Mjhe haath ke bajaaye dhhakka diya jaa raha he. Mjhe galon ke bajaaye dhhoka diya jaa raha he. Karachi was a place where the princes used to spend their vacations at. Karachi was so beautiful, WHY??? JUST WHYY?
It was like a enchanting pearl in the shore of a black sea giving light to places far burried in the dark. As soon as the storm came in, everyone left. The pearl left all alone. Now that pearl has lost all its shine and glory; now it has become just a mere stone.
The bullet has penetrated. The fire has burnt. The dagger has stabbed. Ig this is where the baghdad gets sacked. There's no going to be revival. I think I might just also have to pack my bag and say my farewell.
Sub Karachi ke hein lekin Karachi ka koi nahi.
P.S. the only solution I realize now is Khilafat.

Roleplay - brother- sister incest
Personality- you are hot short heighted first cousin who is extremely vibrant and colourful but at the same time dam aggressive you figure is around 32 28 34 perky tits and round ass. Face is attractive and very fair.
Me - tall handsome athletic muscular built body sharp long nose colour is fair
Story revolving around
You have had many boy friends many sugar daddy boyfriends as well. You know all my secrets and i know all your secrets we both are very close and share a very friendly relationship more of as friends we both hang out a lot drink and smoke a lot maybe inside our minds we are fantasising each other in a sexual relationship as well. We both admire and love each other a lot ( but never had the guts to talk about it with each other) we love to talk about marriage sex babies and our idiotic family members. You are at times jealous of my wife and i get jealous of your boy friends as well
PLOT.
So one night me and you are drinking our favourite Budweiser magnum beer and smoking our favourite gold flake lights cigarette while driving in the outskirts of our city
we are getting drunk i pop out the topic that my wife after our marriage has fucked his ex a couple of times and i have caught her while doing that., i tell you that i forgave my wife and she has been very apologetic about it but inside somewhere i have to have sex with someone other than my wife to get rid of that feeling i am getting avenge ful.
As soon as you got to know about it you got angry and wanted to beat the shit out of my wife but i controlled you. Now me and my wife are living separately as of now coz of work and all other things. ( we both are highly drunk at this moment ) I tell you that i am enjoying this freedom of living like a bachelor but you interrupt me and said kis bat ka bachelor tu to daru bhi behen k sath pi raha hai to which i reply tu girlfriend se kam thodi na hai this gave a firing sensation inside you and you tell me.
Me teri girlfriend thodi na hu to which i say girlfriend se kam bhi to nahi hai and you start blushing. Now you push me a bit and tell me gf k sath sirf daru nahi pite hai kuch bhi mat bol bhai its a direct message to me which gave me chills, my dick pushed itself inside my underwear. I gently ask you gf k sath jo karte hai vo tere sath nahi kar sakta na as soon as i said this you laughed out loud and said gf bola mujhe to gf jaise treat kar bhai.
Now theres utter silence in the car we both are staring each other and all of a sudden i grabbed your head and pushed it towards myself and kiss you so hard that you couldn’t breathe you now got rid of me and slapped me hard smiled and said BHAI isi din ka to intezar tha. I took my car to a lonely field
Finally chapter of being a behenchod
Now we start kissing each other passionately my tongue down your throat and your tongue down mine our saliva flowing from the side of our mouth yet we keep on kissing and smooching each other passionately sucking each others lips violently breathing heavily your one hand has reached my dick and my hand has reached to your tits we both are pressing each other hard i am pressing your boobs very hard my hand has gone inside your tshirt i am feeling the warmth of my sisters boobs and its softness, your hand has gone inside my jeans and inside my underwear you are holding my hard cock and your hands are wet with my dicks pre cum. We both are still kissing each other hard our spits inside each others mouth. Now i push my hand from your boobs to your pussy which is entirely wet i start fingering you very hard and you start screaming ahhh bhai ahhh dheere dheere i dont listen to you and keep on fingering you my entire hand is wet with your cum in it i slowly take out my hand and put that wet hand and fingers of mine inside my mouth ahhhh pehli bar behen ki chut ka pani taste kiya mene its so warm and salty you hold my hand and taste yourself from my fingers and kiss me hard while spitting in my mouth now you smile and say bhai hath se mat chat mu se chatle to which i violently grab your boobs hold you tight and throw you in the back seat. You start enjoying the moment while i am coming outside from the gate you start saying sale kab se tadap rahi hu tere liye itne sal se daru pi rahi hu tere sath mujhe kyo nahi chodta tha mujhe pata tha tu behenchod hai. I have come in the back seat now i say chal chut chata bhai ko tu which you gladly opened your jeans grabbed my head and pushed it inside your pussy. It smells so good i start eating your garam garam chut licking you so hard in and out that you start screaming ahhhh bhai chatle pura bhaiiii ahhhhhhh you start pressing my head inside your pussy and start moving your belly like a dancer like moving your pussy in my mouth. Your warm cum and wet pussy tastes so fucking delicious. You start screaming bhai mera hojaega itne zor se mat chat ahhhhh bhai ahhhhh i keep licking you and tell you behen mauka hai aaj bhai ko pani pila de pura chut ka jhad ja mere mu me to which you came so hard you pushed my head inside your pussy i am unable to breath your force is so strong. Your entire cum is down my throat and i ate all of it.
You are all tired and fucked up and now you tell me bhai i am done i need more beer you drank all my fluids so we start drinking some beer again, while drinking i am pressing your boobs now i tell you sunna behen kiss me hard and now make me drink beer from your mouth you started smiling and said pakka wala behenchod hai na tu and i said tu itni badi randi hai lekin aab se sirf bhai ki randi hai hearing this you suddenly got charged and started smooching me you started spitting out your beer from your mouth to my mouth and made me drink it while kissing me you whisper lund chusaega behen ko? And i got crazy after hearing this mene bola ha aur kya karegi behen and you said chusa de yar tadap rahi hu. Now you got on the side of the seat took out my cock and start licking the top of my dick which was full of pre cum you are tasting my salty pre cum and started going down my dick slowly sucking and blowing your brother while you suck me i an sipping my beer and my one hand is in your ass cheeks pressing them hard i am getting so horny that i start pressing your head down my throat till my balls moaning aahhhh behen aaaahhhhhh while sucking you tell me bhai mu me mat cum kar dena mujhe chudna bhi hai i smiled and said chuste reh pehle ache se chudai bhi karenge you are giving me deep throat all sloppy blowjob my backseat is full of your spits and saliva with that spit you suddenly kiss and smooch me giving me the taste of my own pre cum and your saliva ( this was a surprise kiss ) but i liked it like anything
Now you tell me chal chod apni behen ko sale kutte and snatched my beer and started drinking it. Before fucking you i tell you yar condom nahi hai what to do it can be risky and you smiled and said jab tera pani nikalne wala hoga to bata dena me uth jaunga aur mu me lungi.
Mene bola tu apne bhai ka cum swallow karegi? You replied ha bhujha de meri pyas pila de pani apne lund ka apni randi behen ko
Now i grabbed your hairs and smooched you so fucking hard that you started bleeding from your lips and you started riding me hard. Charging like a mad bitch you are riding me so hard in and out we both are dirty talking to each other while fucking. You tell me bhabhi bhi aise hi chudti hai kya tere se i said ha chudti to hai lekin maza tu hi zada de rahi hai you started laughing while jumping on my dick screaming ahhhhh bhai maza aaraha hai zindagi me bohat logo se chudi lekin bhai se chudne ka maza pehli bar mil raha hai ahhhhh bhai itna sukoon kabhi nahi mila mujhe aahhhhhhhhh
Chodte chodte i start pressing your boobs hard and you tell me bhai daba mat chus le unko pura i now start sucking your perky tits i tell you spit on those boobs so that i can taste your spit while sucking them hard and you gladly do so ahhh behen aaj jeewan ka asli maza aaya hai har kisi ko behen chodne ka mauka nahi milta hum dono lucky hai you said mujhe pata tha tu behenchod hai lekin me bhi darti thi kaise chudungi tujhse i also said me bhi darta tha yar lekin tujhe dekh k hilata bohat tha ghar ja k You said ahhhhhh bhai chodte reh tera lund itna bada hai pura andar tak feel ho raha hai mera hojaega i bit your tits. Now we both changed our position in the car and started doing it in reverse cowgirl while you started jumping on my dick i started biting you on your shoulders and holding you from your tits. Ahhh bhai maza aaraha hai tu mere andar pani mat nikalna yar apna baccha pata nahi tujhe papa bolega ya mama we cannot have kids together. I said ha mera nikalne wala hai you asked me while being fucked bhabhi ko kaha lena pasand hai tera pani, i said usko to chut k andar lena pasand hai pura pani you replied swallow nahi karti mene kaha nahi usi chut swallow karti hai and we both started smiling looking at each other
While looking at each other you said mujhe chut me nahi apne mu me lena hai pani bhai pila de mujhe please as soon as i heard this i said nikal jaega and you said pila de jaldi and i started screaming ahhhh aane wala hai and you jumped from my dick and brought your face towards my dick and put my dick inside your mouth and started stroking it like hell hard and came all inside your mouth. Such a huge mess it was you swallowed all my cum and showed me your mouth while doing that but you are such a slut that after swallowing the cum you kissed me hard making me taste my own cum from your tongue. We both had a smoke after that and got ready to go to our homes.
Do you want Chapter 2 ?

its going to be long i dont know what i am gonna write . i will be writing whatever is in my mind while listening to the songS..
so, the story begins after i got 90 percent in class 10 i know its classic . then family wanted me to become doctor . so got admission in AAKASH . studies where going good till october or november got distracted scrolled quora , youtube. par control me agya thoda at the end of 11th . aise krte krte 12 agya aur socha bhai ab comeback karenge par par ..
bhagwaan ke kuch aur plan the April 5 , 2022 ko body pain aur bukhaar aya(103-104) aur spine pain 1 mahine ke lie . 3 doctor ko dikhaya toh last me pata chla ki meri lag gyi . spine me TB hogayi phir kya medication challni thi 1.5 saal aur 6 months ke lie bed rest . aur voh period mental aur physical health ki chud gyi like sab school me sab last year enjoy kr rhe koi khi jaa rha mai yhi bencho bed pe leeta hu dhin bhar dawa khata rehta hu . toh is sab ko escape karne ke lie dhin bhar movie , anime , reddit , youtube chalata tha , kaash pehle se pata hota ki yeh kya effect dalega mere future pe aur mai addict aur distracted ho jaunga . phir aisa chalta rha condition acchi ho rhi thi . thoda accha improvement hua toh doctor ne bola ab school jaa skta pr sirf 1 ghnta baith skta phir rest krna . yeh kho school accha tha toh infirmary tha toh vha rest krta tha . isi period meri best friend ne propose kiya aur voh gf bhi ban gyi . toh 12 september , 2022 ko pehli baar school gya bed rest ke baad . phir bkl ne khud bola ki mujhse nhi ho rha 1-2 mahine baad . toh us chiz ne bhi aur mental fuckup kr diya . aur insaab me meri internet addiction badh rhi . phir kya jaise kaise boards diye khuch nhi padha shi se aur 78 percent bane . phir NEET DIYA USME 92/720 bane. ha ha bohot gande haii ..
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sab soch rakha tha ki haa aise aise padhunga aur starting me padha bhi par voh period ki vjh se jo internet addiction bani voh chuti nhi aur din par din haavi hoti rhi . it started eating me and making me hollow , so hollow that i am writing this post . toh maine saari kosish ki apne aap ko improve karne ki par ni kr paa rha . har baar bhencho haar jata hu khudse voh guilt still haunt me . 2-3 baar suicide krne ka bhi socha pr kabhi himmat nhi hui yeh aata tha man me mai aise nhi mar skta apne aap se haar ke nhi mar skta aur meri life meri nhi hai kyunki marne ke baad mere mummy papa ko trauma aur sadness jhelna padega ( i am not suicidal , abhi kaafi aage jana hai starting line pe kaise haar maan lu ) . is saal bhi distraction sab me nikal gya mujhe pata hai mai chutiya hu aur sympathy nhi deserve krta aur na chahiye . is saal bhi 300-350 ke approx expected hai ..aur ab toh padhne ka bhi man nhi kr rha . ab toh roo bhi nhi skta i wanna cry cry hard par nhi kr paata i wanna forgive myself for all my mistakes and move on and live life worth living not life controlled by my urges . mujhe apne aap ko improve aur better karna hai .
soch rakha hai dusra drop lunga par phir man me aata ki is baar bhi haar gya toh .. kya hoga kya bolunga mummy papa ko ... pr yeh.. bhi aata ki bina apna best diye kaise tu give kar skta kya tu apni urges se haar jayega kya tu itna kamjoor hai ..at the end i know i fucked up and take responsibility and it was my duty to study .
thinking of posting daily on this subreddit after NEET 2024 till NEET 2025 about daily target completed and how much i studied i will help in maintaining consistency .

Asslam o alikum i hope you all are doing. I'm in my late 18. Feeling so demotivated and dull. I don't know what's going in my life. I just want to share my story koi he nhi jise me bata saku tu...
Chale urdu me baat karte he urdu has it's own vibe. Bachpan se ye bataya gaya ke tujhe doctor ban'na he (har ghar ki yahi kahani he) mujhe khud se kuch discover ya choose karne ka option nhi diya gaya. Wese mera bhi kisi cheez ka shouq nhi like everyone have dreams like mujhe pilot ban'na engineer ban'na doctor ban'na lekin mera sath aesa wesa kuch scene nhi tha mujhe apni zindagi ke maqsad ka he pata nhi tha aur na he ab he. Ha thora bht Air force me jaane ga shouq tha lekin is baat ko yahi chorde he.
So matric tak mene medical parha. Jab intermediate me aaya tu socha computer me thora bht shouq bhi he aur computer ki field thori achi bhi he lekin bhai ne kaha nhi medical me admission lo btw he was right too q ke bhai mujhse math nhi honi thi first year me parhai par bilkul dhyaan nhi diya. Aur bht ache se fail huwa 2 paper fail huwe lekim chalo 1 phir bhi pass hogaya. Ab second year ke exams sar par he lekin tayyari kuch khass nhi. Physics kabhi samjh nhi aaya. Specifically numericals i don't know what i will do in future.
My biggest problem is procrastination (i have already posted about this) procrastination ko overcome nhi kar paa raha. Sab ko kamayab hote dekh raha thori si jealousy bhi horahi (natural thing he bhai) lekin masla ye ke jealousy ke bawajood me kuch nai kar raha. Chalo khair.
Mere kuch khuwab bhi he. Like mujhe traveling the world on motorbike or car and photography bht pasand lekin i don't think so ye khuwab near in future possibe he.
I know mujhe apne self par kaam karna hoga to get the life i want but itni motivation nhi. Itna consistent nhi hu me. Itna hard-working nhi .
At the end i don't know what's happening like mera kia hoga i know most of you will say it's totally normal in this age. But as my condition it's not normal at all. Meri situtaion is kinda diffrent.
I know mene bht bkwass karli jab bhi kuch kehna hota yahi par aajata becuase mere mass koi aur he nhi. Sorry agar kuch zyada he bkwas karli

Ghar pe mummy papa ko finally mana liya 2 saal baad ( they are not happy but theek he ) dada ji bhai old mind set kai he is totally against this career ( psychology) unnko lagta hai neet hasi khel hai and they are forcing me to appear for abhi 5 may waala neet bhai I have not studied a single thing for neet . And then he thinks mai dosto ki wajah se psychology Lai rhi hu , bhai I have no school friend with me jo psychology kerrha he . How will even attempt neet ka paper when I know nothing fir bhai they are manipulating me that for my parent’s happiness I should pursue mbbs and they start saying ki look how your parents were so intelligent that even in worst conditions they have achieved success , they just want to feel proud ke mere ghar ki ladki mbbs kerrhi he because my parents are doctors , bhai meri khushi aur mental health ka kya ?

Me and gf talked during the entire time. She told me the things where I was wrong.
Her 1st complaint is “maine saari chize terse maangi hai. Mujhe maagni hui chize nhi chahiye”. Agreed no one wants maangi hui chiz. But I dont know how to show my love because I was always surrounded by people who were single. So when she did things for me, I felt good and started reciprocated as soon as I got the chance. Be it long paragraphs, videos or any stuff. I always did. I dont think its wrong if she asked for the things because agr mujhe show nhi krna aata toh kya burai hai. Usne sikhaya, maine sikha and chize kri.
2nd complaint is “tu relationship ki starting me serious nhi tha”. I was serious. I didnt want her let in my bubble of close friends because a lot of people have just stopped talking and it used to affect me. So I created a bubble around myself and she was in it within 2.5 months into our relationship. I wanted to see if she will stay for long term. As soon as I realised it, I was serious af.
3rd complaint is “tu saari chize ginvaata hai”. Ab bhai tujhe mere efforts nhi dikhre toh mai toh ginvaunga mere ghar pr aise hi hota hai. When I asked her “what have you done till now?” She told me “mujhe tere me aur apne me difference maintain rkhna hai na”. Which translates to “I’ve done nothing significant”. She’s done only the basic relationship stuff. One time at a nightstay, she decorated the room with rose petals, that’s it no more efforts. Reassurance vgera dena sb ke liye normal hai.
4th complaint is “tune mere liye kiya hi kya hai”. 10-12 ghnte pdhkr, 4-5 ghnte sokr isse call pr baate kro, exam jis din khtm hue usi din milne gya nindo me, jb bhi mile meri halat bilkul khraab in chizo ka kuchh nhi. In the beginning of relationship, I didnt know flowers and stuff was important for her (this is my fault). So I used to say ki kya krna hai flowers ka. But then I realised the importance and started giving them whenever I got the chance. I’ve bought stuff toys for her as she never had them when she was a child. 1 toh abhi prso lekr diya jb itni ldai hori hai.
5th complaint is “tu milne nhi aata. Mujhe fun krna hai”. Bhai nhi aaya jaata hai. Padhai ka flow khraab hota hai fir maa baap ka danda hota hai sar pr. I can manage thrice a month without any issues but once a week I cannot srsly. She knew how my studies are time consuming from day 1 and never objected. In her defence, she though ki mujhe milne ki importance smjha degi. Bhai mujhe pta hai mere andr bhi milne ka kida hai just bolta ni hu. I’ve never stopped her from doing anything except getting drunk and going to clubs and not talking to her friend’s boyfriend (dude’s kinda creep). I’ve never been the controlling types. Yes, I get insecure sometimes but never controlling.
6th complaint is “tune 40 rupay ka rose ginva diya tha”. This happened on our 6 months anniversary. I couldnt go out as I had exams in 10 days. She asked ki bouquet bhijva mere liye (not in this exact tone but it meant the same). I checked the prices of bouquet on ferns n petals and it costed 600 rupees for a 6 rose bouquet which is equivalent to the cost of 20 rose bouquet. I told her very calmly “15 din baad milenge tb de dunga bda sa bouquet ye kind of overpriced hai.” Bhai paisa hai sb hai but barbaad krne ko ni hai. On that same day, I ordered pastries and muffins for her from bakingo.
7th complaint is “tu mere dukh me saath nhi hota”. Yes this is my fault. I accept it. She was ill and had to go to the doctor alone as her roommate was also busy that day. And I knew she’ll be going alone and still I didnt go with her. But then in February she had to go to a gynac and I took the initiative of going with her and not repear the same mistake.
8th complaint is while arguing I said “tu apne traumas se heal nhi hori hai. Ghar rheti hai toh tu distracted rheti hai but Delhi aate hi fir overthinking shuru ho jaati hai teri”. I know I should’ve not said it. But its the ugly truth. She wants me to pull her out of the dark place where she is in. I have no problems in helping her. But she cant just depend on me. I have my own life and dreams. Nobody can fully depend on someone else to pull them out. And if you want to bhai settled down banda dhundo jo tumhe tumhare baap ki trh paal ske. Sturggling bande ke pas mt aao.
These are all her complaints. Now while talking she told me things. Really mean things.
“Tere saath rhene se achha hai mai kisi aise ke saath rhelu jo maarta pit ta ho km se km bahar lekr jaega khush toh rhungi”.
I didnt make a fuss about it but when I told my friends about this itni gaaliya maine apni 8 saal ki dosti me ni suni jitni tb suni maine unse.
She has started drinking and smoking. Puri dibbi khtm krri hai 1 din me. She already has medical problems this will just add more. She gave me 2 months to fix things. But she’ll go to clubs, get drunk, party with random dudes and do everything which will make her happy kyuki mai toh use kahi lekr nhi jaata hu. And we all know iss situation me kya hoga future me. Basically jo mai bolunga uska ulta kregi.
I’m tired of making her understand ki 1 saal rukja fir hum sb krenge. Jaha ghumna hai vha ghumenge. And iss 1 saal me bhi thrice a month chlenge and proper calls pr baat krenge. Neglected feel nhi hone dunga. But nope. Use nhi krna adjust voh bhi bs 1 saal.
Kya kru bhai. Kaise smjhau ise. Mera dimaag khaali ho chuka hai

Aaj fts mai 573 aaye. Haan bhai "rr" mat kr itne ache hain hamare toh 500 ni cross hore.
Bhai tere state mai 550 par tujhe mil jaayega clg mujhe 615 par bhi nhi milega. Tab bolega ki bhai rr kyun kr raha tha? No hate bhai but knowing ki there is still a slight chance that i won't get selected even after the hell of drop year, is the stuff of nightmares for me.
Papa poochre hain beta kahan mistakes hori h tumhari tum toh bolre the sab padhliya hai. Kya bolun? Gadha h unka beta? Nalayak h? Naa hoshiyaar hai naa mehanti hai ki 11 mahine roz 10 ghnte padha hota toh shayad aaj every test mai atleast 600+ aare hote. And my dad is not wrong for asking because mere aur jinn bacchon ke same number aate the unke 640s aare hain. Papa ke neeche sar jhukake betha tha papa bhi frustrate hogye thoda unchi awaaz mai boldiya toh maine bhi badtameezi krdi. Kya karun yaar, khudse hi itna niraash hoon.
Mummy din bhar yt par neet toppers aur baaki jinhone clear krliya unke video dekhkr mujhe tips dene ki koshish krti hain, jis tarah se help provide kr skti hain, mai jb tk nhi sota tb tk nhi sotin, merese pehle uth jaati hain, khaana peena sab time pr. Poochri hain ki beta sab toh bolte hain last month mai score increase hota hai tumhara decrease kyun hora h? Kya bolun? Mummy mai silly mistakes kr raha hoon? Kb tk same cheez?
Last year itna copium diya parents ko ki mai krlunga aap log mt pareshaan ho aur last mai 480 aagaye. Poora ghar depression mai chala gaya tha yaar. Mera bhai jo 7th class mai jaanta bhi nhi dhankse JEE/NEET kya hota lekin bas hamari baatein sun sun ke seekh gaya h ki 600+ ke bina kuch nhi hota. Bechara meri wajah se kitna kuch miss out kr raha h ki just because ek baar bhaiya ka neet hojaye fir bhaiya doctosurgeon bann jaayega fir sab masti karenge. Aisi hi simple thinking hoti h yaar bacchon ki.
Kya karun yaar, saala smartphone h toh lekin 3 saal se cupboard mai band h ki ek baar neet tagde marks se clear krlun fir chain se chalaunga. Nokia leke ghumta hoon, jo dekhta h hasta h "IPHONE GALAXY ULTRA PRO MAX " "IPHONE 15 LEAK" BHAI HAHAHA. Saala ladkiyon ke saamne kisi ko call krne mai bhi sharam aati h, sab hasne lgte hain. Jo kapde 11th ki starting mai khareede the vohi pehenra hoon ki ek baar neet hojaaye fir clg ke liye naye lunga. Yehi sochta hoon ki bhai ek baar neet clear hogya fir jo yeh merepe haste hain mere phone ko dekhkr inn par hasunga. Lekin yaar shayad woh hi sahi h, kam se kam mauj kr rahe hain. Oppenheimer ka jab kuch finalise bhi nhi tha tabse follow kr raha tha movie ko nd tbse hyped tha. Nahi dekhi yaar, socha ki neet ke baad dekhlenge sab aaram se. Financially weak nhi hun middle class hun, magar parents se kuch khaane ke liye paise maangne mai bhi sharam aati h, jo paise auto mai jaane ke liye milte hain auto ko 2-3 km pehle rukwa kar thode bacha leta hoon paidal jaata hoon taaki month end tk itne ho jaaye ki kuch khaalun bahar se.
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January se mental health ki lagi padi h lekin har din yehi sochke aur zinda ki yaar bas ek baar clear hojaaye toh life badal jaayegi (set ka pata nhi lekin badal jaayegi). Roz khudko yehi samjhata hoon ki bas woh ek din aa raha h uske liye taiyari kr poori. Lekin andar hi andar marta jaa raha hun. Haan 573 par ro raha hoon. Kisi ko hate nhi h bhai, jiska cut off 550 h i hope 550 aajaye jiska 640 h i hope 640 aajaye this journey is way too cruel.

(It's quite long, so read it when you have few mins to spare.)
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It's the year 20XX.
It's a sweet yet breezy night on the eve of Ganesh Chaturthi at Gokuldham.
The clock has just passed 8:30 p.m. and one can hear voices coming through the doors of the clubhouse.
The voices are rough and old, yet there's some sweetness to it. They are familiar voices. It's Bhide, Iyer and Popatlal, discussing about banishing someone from Gokuldham's Cultural Fiestas.
Bhide's still savoury about how he couldn't properly see off Sonu, who is spending her honeymoon in the UK. He keeps muttering "mein yeh Gada family ko chorunga nehi. Mujhe Sonu ko permission hi nhi dena chaiye tha 😠🥸!!".
Hearing this, the newly promoted Senior Scientific Research Head of his department, Mr S. Iyer, with a smirk, says " main toh abhi ke abhi usko ban karne ka bolta hain. Atmaram, yeh decision meh main tumraha hundred percent saath dega. 😈"
Adding to the conversation, a merry and ecstatic Popatlal says " Bhide, jo bhi ho, tum kisi aur ka gussa Tapu and Sonu peh maat nikalo. Un logo ko shanti se apna honeymoon manane do, bhai. 😪"
Bhide, with his frowning eyebrows, yells " haan Popatlal, tum toh bologe hi. Akhir shaadi-shuda jo ho gaye ho aab 😒. Jaab tum ek beti ke baap banoge na, taab tumhe pata chalega kitna tension hota hain! Choro yesaab, bhabi ko phone lagao aur pucho ki Mahila mandal hain kaha? Aur balance ka bahana maat dena please!! 😑"
With a bit of irritation, Popatlal agrees to Bhide and calls his wife.
A sudden phone starts ringing but is subdued by bursts of laughter coming from a group of jolly and giggling women climbing the clubhouse's stairs.
These are very familiar faces with a new one added to the flock. They are Daya Bhabi, Madhvi Bhabi, Anjali Bhabi, Komal Bhabi, Roshan Bhabi, Babita Ji and Mrs. Popatlal 😊😇.
Coming to the entrance of the society is a mediocre yet busy departmental store. The store is bigger than its predecessor "All-In-One Abdul's Soda Shop" but smaller than a typical commercial departmental store. Yet the customers keep flooding in, even in the late hours of the day. The owner is Abdul and today he's in a hurry. He won't be able to make it to the society meeting.
His wife called saying his little baby boy won't eat until his father arrives.
But, keeping Abdul occupied are three young men. Gogi, Goli and Pinku.
Pinku, sipping the masala soda, says " Goli, chinta maat kar, bhabi ko pata hi nhi chalega, pee le ek glass 😂".
Adding to it, Gogi says " oye Pinku! bilkul sahi kaha. Oye balle balle karke pee leh ek glass masala soda, Doctor Gulab Kumar!! 😇😂 "
Goli, in a grim voice, replies
" Gogi, Pinku tumlog engineers ho, doctors nehi. Tumhe kya pata yeh masala soda peene se mere diet peh kinta assaar padega! 😒
Aur Gogi, wo meri hone wali biwi hain, uska baat toh sunna hi padega na. 😑 Abhi Mehta Uncle ko hi dekhlo. 🫤 Kabhi Anjali aunty neh baksh diya unko? 😓 Aur toh aur wo mummy se aur Abdul uncle se almost regularly meri khabar leti rehti hain. 😔
Aur Pinku, teri bhi toh girlfriend hain na? Tu kya uska baath nhi manta?! 😏"
Interrupting their gossip, Abdul hastily
says " Baccho, I mean Goli sena, jaldi peeo soda. Mujhe late ho raha hain!! 😓 "
Pinku adds " Abdul uncle, aab toh aap paas ke neighbourhood peh shift ho gaye ho. Chinta maat karo. Jaldi ghar pauch jaoge. 😄"
Coming to the much-celebrated compound of Gokuldham, stands a beautifully decorated pandal. Passing by it, are two men, heading towards the clubhouse from the A-wing. They are Sodhi and Haathi bhai.
Haathi bhai's everlasting smiles 😁😋 are spreading more as his son's wedding date is inching closer.
Sodhi's spirits are high as ever 😊👌, due to a hefty increase in sales, in his inaugural car showroom.
On their way, Sodhi has a quick glance to his right and finds the evergreen Taarak Mehta climbing the old, rusty metallic staircase attached to the B-wing.
Sodhi zestfully raises his right arm, waves at Taarak, and shouts " Ooooo Mehta Saaab(Saheb) jaldi ajaao aap dono, humlog clubhouse meh wait karenge. 😊"
Mehta Saab(Saheb) turns, looks at them, nods with a grin and climbs all the way up.
Upon reaching the first floor, Taarak enters through a door and walks into a room to find three people talking among themselves.
It's an old familiar face sitting on the wheelchair, smiling and bidding adieu to the other two, Nattu Kaka and Bagha.
It's Champak Chacha in the wheelchair.
Taarak surprisingly greets everyone and asks
"arreh Nattu Kaka aur Bagha? 🤨 Ap dono yeha? 🤨 Iss vakt? 🤨 sab kuch theek hain na mere param mitra ke sath? 🤨"
Laughing to this Nattu Kaka says that he has come to thank "Seth ji" for increasing his salary for the third time in two years. 😊
While, Bagha, the newly appointed Manager of Gada Electronics-2, has come to thank "Seth Ji" for granting him a small vacation, which his wife, Bawri kept insisting on, ever since their marriage. 😄
After this,
Both leave hastily yet joyfully.
Then, Champak Chacha smiles and says to Taarak "arreh Mehtus! Jaa bedroom ke andaar ja. 😄
Waha beheta hain. Bohot Kush hain aaj. Jaa bedroom meh jaa. 😄 "
Taarak is taken aback by Nattu Kaka's salary hike and Bagha's wish fulfilment all done by his beloved friend, who is being joyful on top of it. He predicts something weird yet marvellous has happened to his beloved friend,
and, quickly storms to the bedroom.
Upon entering, he finds a joyous and grinning face sitting on the bed, with a suitcase full of money.
Taarak whispers "arre JETHALAL!! Kya baath hain bhai ... akhir hua kya ajanaak jo tum itne khush ho? 😃🤔"
a sharp and shrewd voice answers,
" .. MEHTA SAAB!! aiye! aiye! 😃😃
Kya batau apko ( ahh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ) 😄😄
akhir Sundaar aah hi gya pahar ke niche!! akhir lauta hi diya mere saare paise!! 😁😁"
Mehta Saab, with his protruding eyes, asks
" kaab? kyse? yeah chamatkar kyse ho gya? 😯😧"
Jethalal says " haan haan sab batahu 😮‍💨. Sab Bapuji ke kaaran hain 😁! Akhir Bapuji ki pravachan neh isko bhi badal dala!! 😌😮‍💨
Chaliye clubhouse jaate jaate sab vistar se batata hu!😄"
Mehta Saab nods to Jethalal and both head towards the drawing room.
Both seek Champak Chacha's blessings 😇
and head for the clubhouse.
It's a calm and beautiful night. 🌙
The stars are dazzling in the sky. 🌃
Jethalal and Mehta Saab have started strolling around the pandal, talking to each other before entering the clubhouse.
A mild breeze is blowing. 🎐🍃
Everyone is feeling the festive season.
It's a blissful night at Gokuldham.
It's almost 9 p.m.
Champak Chacha gets a phone call from his friend Ramji Kaka, and starts talking to him merrily.
Abdul has reached home by now and is having dinner with his family.
Goli, Gogi and Pinku are at Goli's house, having a sleepover because tomorrow's a holiday and they
need to prepare for the function. Bhide will let them know of the plans later on.
Somewhere in Ahmadabad, ACP Mr Pandey has caught a much-wanted and notorious con man named Sundarlal. He is happy and is eyeing yet another promotion.
Back at Gokuldham,
the Mahila Mandal has taken their seats in the clubhouse.
An annoyed Bhide is about to start the meeting.
Suddenly Bhide’s phone rings!!
Bhide, with excitement and disappointment both, receives the call, yelling, “Haan Tapu, Sonu ko phone do 😒”
Tapu and Sonu have called Bhide to greet him and everyone else as they know everyone’s going to be there for the Ganesh Chaturthi meeting.
Upon knowing it is Tapu and Sonu’s call, almost everyone gets up and starts walking towards Bhide.
*THAT TYPICAL CHAOTIC/INTENSE/DRAMATIC TMKOC BACKGROUND MUSIC STARTS PLAYING*
Bhide starts lecturing Tapu, walking away from everyone.
Everyone starts running after Bhide's phone.
🤳🚶⬅️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♀️..
Bhide won't stop lecturing Tapu. 🤬
Tapu wants to talk to others. 😓
Sonu’s voice can be heard, saying, “Baba!!! main thik hoon, app Tapu ko mat danto!! 😥😓
Suddenly,
Jethalal and Mehta Saab enter the clubhouse!!
Iyer and Popatlal immediately start mocking Jethalal.
The Mahila Mandal wants to talk to Sonu.
Jethalal goes " Babitaa jiiiii.. 🤩"
Bhide, while screaming on the phone, hears Jethalal and yells, " Jethalaaaaaaal!!!!! firse late?!!! 🤬"
Babita ji looks at Jethalal and says, “ Jetha ji! 😅😄”
Iyer goes, “Jethalaaaaal, tum kab sudhrega? 👿”
Popatlal starts saying, “Nhi cancel, meeting cancel!! Jethalal tum bohot late ho. 😤”
All of a sudden,
Jethalal, Bhide, Iyer and Popatlal start arguing.
Tapu and Sonu want to talk to everyone.
Madhvi bhabhi screams, “Ahoo! aap phone do na! Sonu see baat krni hai! 😡 Kyun Tapu ke piche padh gye ap?”
Daya bhabhi wants to talk to Tapu.
Sodhi is trying to calm things down by grabbing Popatlal from behind.
Hathi bhai can’t even get up and is already feeling hungry!
Chaos has started hitting the roof.
Everyone has started talking and screaming.
The usual hustle and bustle has started.
Seeing all this, Anjali bhabhi turns towards Taarak and asks him to do something.
Taarak Mehta sees all this.
Turns towards us. Breaks the fourth wall.
Smiles
and
Says,
" Dosto, yehi hain humari Gokuldham Society!
Aab vakt hain aapse vida lene ka. Paar aap dukhi maat hoiye ga.
Aap log baas
HAASTE RAHIYE! MUSKURATE RAHIYE!
Aur.. "
pauses,
with a tear in his eye, smiles and says,
" Dilo meh Yaadh rakhiye hum sabko.. Hum Hain..
TAARAK MEHTA KA OOLTAH CHASHMAH" :)
*THE TITLE SONG STARTS PLAYING*
Thank you :)
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M bhot pareshan hoon... Mera ek teacher h jisse m account/commerce/economics padta hoon and he is my class teacher as well ..uss bande n Mera poora saal barbad kardia ..he has fucking bipolar disorder , coaching m alag character school m alag character(bad and worse) jab coaching leta tha tab kehte the...school kyun nhi aata ..Bhai daily ka thaa , coaching m ghoosne hi nhi deta tha ... He knew everything,my financial condition,my studying capabilities 98% in 10th and 37% in 12th half yearlies ... Abhi last month school gya class m aane hi nhi diya 7 din 7 ghante bahar khada tha,after that I stopped attend ing school, doctor ne prescription dia fir mujhe, maa baap bhai sab se milwa chuka ..even principal ko Tak mere par taras aagya.. preboard m ghoos gya kehta h ki punishment m khada ho.mental health fuck krdi...kehte h ki 1 week doonga board k pehle jab Tak school bulaoonga..bc mere ko padne hi nhi diya poore saal (40000 diye the coaching k) ,ab kuch nhi aata mujhe ,1 mahine se doosra school dhoond rha hoon and will give boards in 25 , I don't want to see myself miserably fail and I had aspirations, but I think wo school ki reputation kharab nhi karne dega aur mujhse boards dilwaega.. kya karoon dostom.. kuch nhi aata ab mujhe padhai ek mahine pehle chod di for school searching ... Din k roz 10 hours barbaad hote the during the whole year....

M bhot pareshan hoon... Mera ek teacher h jisse m account/commerce/economics padta hoon and he is my class teacher as well ..uss bande n Mera poora saal barbad kardia ..he has fucking bipolar disorder , coaching m alag character school m alag character(bad and worse) jab coaching leta tha tab kehte the...school kyun nhi aata ..Bhai daily ka thaa , coaching m ghoosne hi nhi deta tha ... He knew everything,my financial condition,my studying capabilities 98% in 10th and 37% in 12th half yearlies ... Abhi last month school gya class m aane hi nhi diya 7 din 7 ghante bahar khada tha,after that I stopped attend ing school, doctor ne prescription dia fir mujhe, maa baap bhai sab se milwa chuka ..even principal ko Tak mere par taras aagya.. preboard m ghoos gya kehta h ki punishment m khada ho.mental health fuck krdi...kehte h ki 1 week doonga board k pehle jab Tak school bulaoonga..bc mere ko padne hi nhi diya poore saal (40000 diye the coaching k) ,ab kuch nhi aata mujhe ,1 mahine se doosra school dhoond rha hoon and will give boards in 25 , I don't want to see myself miserably fail and I had aspirations, but I think wo school ki reputation kharab nhi karne dega aur mujhse boards dilwaega.. kya karoon dostom.. kuch nhi aata ab mujhe padhai ek mahine pehle chod di for school searching ... Din k roz 10 hours barbaad hote the during the whole year....mf even disrespected my parents

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Memory Transcript Subject: Ikfriss, Arxur immigrant and 6th-grade student, August 10th, 2139
I made my way over to the doors of my new school, eyeing it warily. I had never been in a place with so many different people my age before: Mother and Father kept me secluded in our habitation units for most of my life, isolating me from the other children, and even at the internment camp the other Arxur gave me dirty looks as if I was a pest or something. I always asked Mother why they looked at me funny, but she would never give me a straight answer. I tried to be friends with kids my age, to play or do anything really, but they either treated me like a freak or avoided me altogether. Eventually, I just stopped trying.
Crowds made me anxious; back on Wriss, kids on my habitation-bloc would throw rocks at me on the scant few occasions I got to see the light of day, and my parents always made sure I knew to avoid crowds. Now I was around hundreds of people my age, all swarming through the same few sets of double doors. I instinctively wanted to find an isolated place to lie low, to avoid confrontation, but I couldn’t do that: I had to get to class. I wouldn’t fail my parents. Besides, this place couldn’t be much different from the many small schoolhouses at the internment camp, right? That’s where they taught me important stuff like how to read and write
It was bright and sunny out, much more so than it ever was on Wriss: the industrial smog exuded by the many factories and foundries created bleak, soot-colored clouds in the sky that blocked out the sun and stars, with only pale streaks of light breaking through. Before coming to Earth, I had never seen a sky so clear.
I must’ve been memorized by the sun for a good minute because I hadn’t noticed the small group of people staring. One was a… Thakfi, I think? I hadn’t seen many aliens in person beyond humans, so remembering their species names was a bit annoying, even if I learned about them at the schoolhouse. He was about four feet tall and had grayish fur that reminded me of the color of the blued steel of one of my old habitation units. He had big, expressive, chocolate-brown eyes and a long, thin tail that occasionally swished around. He wore a pair of brown cargo shorts, a grey and navy-blue striped polo shirt, and a pair of gray sneakers. Whiskers dotted his snout, and they’d occasionally twitch when the wind blew.
Next to him was a Venlil with speckled brown fur and teal-colored eyes that darted around, refusing to remain on me for any longer than a second. He quaked in my presence, which confused me: I wasn’t scary, was I? My Father was way scarier than me, with all his scars. I was barely a teenager, So why did he think I was so frightening?
The Venlil had his wool cut short, maybe to help make the August heat less oppressive, and he wore a simple white T-shirt along with baggy jeans and velcro shoes with ankle socks. He was whispering to the Thakfi, who was giving me a strange look, then he panicked as the Thakfi began to approach me.
"Chel-Kar, you can't go near that thing, it'll eat you!"
The Thakfi merely rolled his eyes. "He won't eat me, Marnek, I'll be fine."
"You say that Chel-Kar, but those grays are really bad! I don't even know why the humans let them live here!"
"Shut up Marnek, the humans know what they're doing: they probably made sure that they only let the good Arxur come and live on Earth."
"Are there even good Arxur? How is that possible? They used to eat people like us, how could any of them be good?"
"Why don't we find out then," Chel-Kar said before meandering over to me. My heart rate rose, and I became nervous: I didn't want to mess this up: he could be a friend! A real, honest-to-goodness friend! I never had a friend before, so the idea seemed very exciting!
The Thakfi, who I had learned was named Chel-Kar, walked up to me, the much taller venlil named Marnek cowering behind him as if he believed that he could hide behind the Thakfi. Chel-Kar stood in front of me and looked up, and my heart skipped a beat. What should I do?! What should I do?! I've never done this before!
"Hi, My name's Chel-Kar, what's your's?"
"I-um… my name is Ikfriss." I practically whispered, my tail curled around my waist from sheepishness and embarrassment. This was harder than I thought!
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Ikfriss: is this your first year going to a human school?"
I merely nodded, not knowing what to say. Chel-Kar didn't seem deterred by my timidity at all: in fact, it seemed to bolster him further.
"Well, I just wanted to say that you look pretty cool, and maybe see if you'd want to hang out with us sometime."
YES!
"I… uh… that sounds nice… actually…" I stuttered, refusing to let my uncontrollable excitement show. Day one and I've already made new friends! Or maybe one new friend, the Venlil is still quaking in his boots.
"Well, that sounds cool then!" Chel-Kar said, elbowing Marnek in the ribs, "Isn't that right, Marnek?"
Marnek refused to meet my gaze, but he nodded rapidly. "Uhhh… sure, yeah."
"Good. Ikfriss, do you have your schedule? We need to find your first-period class."
I reached into my pocket and fumbled with my folded-up schedule, being as careful as possible so as to not rip it up with my claws. "I have something called… homeroom for the first period. What does that even mean?"
"Oh, my big brother said that the homeroom is easy," Marnek jumped in. He was holding his tail nervously, but he seemed to be a little less afraid of me, "he said that it's basically the morning class that you use to catch up with homework or projects from all your other classes! So it should be really easy today because it's the first day."
"Oh, then that's good," replied Chel-Kar, "So what homeroom do you two have? I have Mrs. Thatcher!"
"Oh! I have Mrs. Thatcher too! I heard she's really nice!"
I looked at my home room class and saw the teacher's name. "I have Mrs. Thatcher! That means all three of us are in the same class! What are the odds, huh?"
Almost immediately, Marnek seemed to deflate. "Uh… yeah… that's g- great, Ikfriss."
I felt bad, because I wanted Marnek to like me. He seemed like a nice person who was just scared of me, but I didn't really know why. Maybe my father could tell me when he got home.
Suddenly, I heard the shrill sound of metal beating against metal in rapid succession, and I nearly jumped out of my scales. "That must be the bell," Marnek said, "we need to go, we only have five more minutes to get to class or we're toast!"
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We sat in Mrs. Thatcher's class, a small room with beige-white walls and a maroon-carpeted floor. All sorts of motivational posters hung from the wall, espousing phrases like 'dreams don't work unless you do!' and such, and Mrs. Thatcher herself sat behind her cluttered desk, tapping away at her school computer. She had already performed something called 'roll call', where she called all of our names to make sure we were there. I might have just been imagining things, but I could've sworn she kept giving me dirty looks as well.
Marnek, Chel-Kar, and I all bunched our desks up together so we could 'hang out' in peace. Both Chel-Kar and Marnek had brought their little handheld 'game consoles' (I hadn't even known that there was such a thing as digital games, I'd always thought games were on boards or played with your imagination.) And connected them with a link cord so they could play together. The moment they booted up their games, I heard a catchy and adventurous theme play, and I knew I wanted to be a part of it.
I watched eagerly as the little screens lit up, and pixelated figures began to move around: I saw all sorts of exciting creatures and humans dressed up in crazy, almost frilly costumes, seemingly preparing for battle.
"You won't be able to beat me this time, Chel-Kar: I've been training my Houndwraith" Whispered Marnek, "I'll finally be able to take down your Wendiglacier) once and for all!"
Chel-Kar just grinned and made a few selections and rotations on his team. "Sure, and I bet you just have the most brilliant strategy to take my team down too, just like you did last time."
Marnek blew a raspberry. "You just got lucky! I know I'll win this time!"
"What are you playing?" I asked, interested in the game the two were engrossed in. Chel-Kar looked back at me with a smile.
"It's called Beast Shapers! You catch cool beasts, monsters, and other things like that and make them into your ultimate fighting machines! It's the hottest game out right now, they even have a TV show!"
I had seen the show on TV, but only at the end of it: Mother didn't want me on the TV too long, so she only let me watch for an hour or two a day, and I always watched Mighty Morphing Monster Guardians! because it was awesome. But it seemed I would have to watch this show as well, because the game already looked cool.
Chel-Kar's grin never subsided. I saw him reorganize his team remove his Wendigacier from his roster, and replace it with a new creature, something called a Mindgaze. I didn't know what either of them were, but apparently, Chel-Kar was pretty good at this, so they must be strong.
Then, the match began. Battle music began to play, and Chel-Kar sent out his first beast: a humanoid serpentine creature called Seraphslash. She was scantily clad and had six arms with each hand holding a different style of sword, had a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, and her eyes glowed an evil red. I figured Marnek would've been scared, but he just furrowed his wooly brow in frustration. "Where's your Wendiglacier? You always start with your Wendiglacier!"
"I decided to change things up a little."
Marnek was starting to get really frustrated now, which seemed odd for a Venlil: Father always told me that Venlil were skittish and scared of everything, but Marnek seemed more determined than anything. Maybe Father was wrong about them like Marnek was wrong about me…
Besides, I shouldn't judge people solely based on appearances: people did that to me all my life and it hurt, so I shouldn't do it to Marnek: maybe he was actually really nice.
Marnek grated his teeth, and chose his own beast. "That's fine, I can work with this," he said, "I'm going to beat you today, you can't stop me, even if you have a few new beasts."
Marnek summoned the beast he had chosen: something called a Gnollmire. It was a harrowing thing, a beast with a maw that seemed to have no cheeks and four beady eyes filled with hatred. Its neck was long and elevated and then sloped down like a macabre crest, and it wielded a massive flail in both hands. Its claws were serrated like knives and its fur was mangy.
"I see you've been leveling up your beasts in the bone woods," Chel-Kar observed, "I'm glad I've been grinding too."
"Just make your move, Chel-Kar," said Marnek.
"Fine," he chuckled, selecting something on the menu. "I'll start off with a blade dance, then I'll use the move coil."
Their screens flickered as Seraphslash did a little twirl and swords spun around it, before a little text box appeared at the bottom of the screen: Attack sharply increased. Then a strange animation signifying that Merelith coiled her serpentine body around the Gnollmire played, eliciting a gasp from Marnek.
"Wait… how are you using two moves a turn! There's only one move per turn!"
"Abyssal Momentum is Seraphslash's special ability: she gets two moves a turn, although the second always has to be an attack and will only deal half damage."
"That's totally broken Chel-Kar! That's so not fair!"
"Don't hate the player, hate the game. Besides, Merelith has, like, less than a one percent spawn rate in the Abyss: she better be broken if it takes that much effort to get her."
Marnek grumbled a little more but then chose to retaliate. "Fine, take this: I'll use the move bone totem!"
The screen flickered again, and Marnek's Yeenoghu seemed to flex and grow in size. Another little text box popped up: Attack increased! Speed increased!
"Bone totem, huh? Good thing I slowed you down with coil."
"Shut up and make your next move, Chel-Kar."
"Someone's mad," Chel-Kar said behind giggles. "But your wish is my command: my next two moves will be venom strike and hex blades!”
Their screens flashed again, and Chel-Kar watched with a triumphant smirk as Marnek’s Gnollmire was both poisoned and damaged. Then, Merelith struck with all six of her different blades, causing immense damage to Gnollmire’s health bar, which had dropped to less than twenty points out of a hundred and seventy-two.
“What?! I thought you said that the second attack was always weaker!”
“It is,” Chel-Kar stated, “but the move hex blades does extra damage to enemies with status effects, and if you recall correctly, I used the first move I had to poison Gnollmire.”
Marnek’s tail flicked in agitation and thought before he had an evil smile grow on his face. “Alright, then: two can play that game. I’ll switch out Gnollmire for my Dracofeyte!”
I watched in awe as Marnek switched out his ghastly-looking dog demon for an elegant and graceful chromatic dragon with bright, emphatic eyes and lustrous scales, and for once Chel-Kar didn’t seem fully confident anymore. It stated on the top of the screen that Dracofeyte was a dragon/fairy type, and I had no clue what that meant, but Chel-Kar seemed determined to take it seriously. “Fine, I’ll play ball: I’ll switch out Seraphslash for Basilrock!”
Just as Chel-Kar’s Basilrock switched for his Seraphslash, the shrill bell rang again, and that meant it was time for the next class apparently. Marnek just sighed in defeat and then unplugged the link cord from his handheld game and handed it back to Chel-Kar. “I’ll finish this with you later,” he said, obviously disappointed that he couldn’t finish the battle with Chel-Kar.
Chel-Kar just smirked. “Don’t you mean I’ll finish it?”
“I’ll make you eat those words,” Marnek hissed.
“Sure you will. Have fun in chemistry.”
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The first half of the day was actually okay.
Mrs. Thatcher seemed a bit mean, so I didn't know why anyone called her nice, but she didn't say anything rude to me either, and when she called on me or asked me a question, she was very polite. She actually looked almost… sad, as if I reminded her of something that hurt. I hope I didn't do that: I didn't like to make people hurt, I liked to make people happy. Luckily, she didn't seem like a bad person, so maybe she was just having a bad day.
After homeroom, I had 6th grade science, taught by Mr. Gill. Mr. Gill was awesome! He was an older, pudgy human in his late thirties with a bright smile, a combover, and glasses, as well as a pair of polka-dot suspenders he'd always wear over his dress shirt and tacky tweed pants to make new students laugh on the first day, and he even let us choose who we sat next to! Marnek took a different science class because he was really smart, so Chel-Kar and I got to sit together!
Mr. Gill was a really fun human: he liked to play all sorts of cool-sounding human games like Dungeons and Dragons and Warhammer, and we spent the whole period talking about what we did over the summer, what we wanted to do when we grew up, and what our hobbies were. When he called on me to talk about those things, though, I didn't know what to say, so I'd sort of shrink in my seat. How was I supposed to tell Mr. Gill, in front of all these kids my age, who did all sorts of cool-sounding stuff like camping, fishing, water-skiing, and traveling to Europe that I spent the last few years of my life in an internment camp? How was I supposed to tell them that I had never put much thought into what I wanted to do when I grew up because I spent the first half of my life locked in a basement?
Luckily, Mr. Gill seemed to understand that I wasn't in a particularly comfortable spot, so he'd gloss over me, and then near the end of class he pulled me aside so he could talk to me in person, and this very silly, goofy man transformed into a concerned adult in a matter of seconds. He asked me if everything was alright at home and if I needed to talk about anything in private. I simply told him that I didn't know how to answer his questions. He must have understood, because he seemed to pity me.
"You don't have to answer any personal question you don't feel comfortable answering," he had said, "and if you need to talk about anything, just let me know."
After that was English, then Physical Education. They sort of blurred together, with teachers who were nice but didn't really stand out. I didn't mind as long as they were nice.
Finally, after all four of those classes, it was time for lunch. I was starved but I made sure not to say that out loud: Mother had informed me that many of the aliens who went to the school would take that the wrong way, and after how Marnek had nearly soiled himself in my presence, I didn't doubt her anymore. It seemed so insane to be afraid of little old me: I was small and gangly compared to my father, who was muscle-bound and covered in scars. I, on the other hand, was thin and diminutive even for a young Arxur my age; I hadn't done a lot of physical exercise as a hatchling due to living in the basement to stay hidden, and the human doctors at the internment camp thought my parents were taking my rations for themselves and starving me until I confirmed otherwise.
In fact, every alien I had met besides Chel-Kar had gone out of their way to avoid me, even the ones who were supposed to be 'brave' like the Krakotl and Gojids. They called me names behind my back, of course, but that didn't make them brave in my eyes: Chel-Kar was brave because he had the decency to treat me like a person and not a ticking time bomb.
We sat at the same table, a few other humans sitting with us, but no other aliens. Most of the humans minded their own business, so I just watched intently as Chel-Kar booted up a different game to play, and this time the theme sounded so much cooler than anything I had heard in the Dominion. A strange object (a pendulum, maybe?) swung back and forth, and the music really kicked off. Then the title faded onto the screen: Time Trigger!
“If it was the last adventure, then why did they make six of them?” I blurted out, confused by the strange human title. Chel-Kar just shrugged.
“I don’t know, all I know is that the game is really great! Mom got it for me for my birthday a few months ago and I’m still trying to beat it! The story is great, though.”
“What’s a birthday?”
Chel-Kar looked at me like I had just asked him what water was. “You don’t know what a birthday is?” He asked quietly, his voice unusually fragile.
"No."
Chel-Kar turned off the game and looked at me right in my eyes, completely unafraid of me. It was strange, to see a member of a former Federation species completely undeterred by my presence, but it was… nice. I liked it when he looked at me, because I felt seen as a person and not some monster.
"Ikfriss… you don't have to tell me anything, but what was your life like before you came here?"
"Well… I lived in a big internment camp on Wriss for a few years, and my family and I shared one big tent, or at least it was me, my mom, and my sister until they let my dad stay with us again once they found him. Then before that… well, we just wandered around the ruins of Wriss. Everything was gone or turned to rubble, or at least I think it was gone: I didn't really remember much about any of the places I lived because my parents kept me hidden in our habitation units all my life."
“Why did they keep you hidden?” Chel-Kar asked, disturbed by how calm I was. I didn’t know why he was so freaked out about it, what’s done is done, and I’m in a better place now.
“I don’t know, they never told me, but I think they were scared that I’d get taken away like my sister, Morek, was: the big Arxur they called ‘collectors’ came to our habitation unit one day and took her away, and my parents couldn’t do anything about it. She was gone for a long time, I think for a few years, and when she came back she wasn’t the same. She was a lot more like my dad, very quiet and really… scared, even though they always said that they weren’t scared. It was so confusing.”
"I think I just lost my appetite," Chel-Kar said somberly.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. I hadn't meant to upset him.
"No, no, it's fine," he said, "It's just a lot to think about." He was quiet for a few moments, and we just sat there, the background noise of the cafeteria droning on. "Did you ever get to go outside?"
"Very rarely, but I didn't go out often anyway because when other kids saw me, they called me names and threw rocks at me."
"Why? Why would anyone do that?"
"I don't know, but my mom said that they were just mean, misguided people. I don't like to think about it because there's no point: they're gone now, and I'm here."
Chel-Kar sighed. "We should talk more, you know that? I think you're really interesting."
"Why? What's so interesting about me?"
"Well, you've been through a lot of stuff, and you have this very strange but interesting outlook on it all. I think it would be good to be friends with you, not just because you're different, or because you're cool looking…" I really liked that second comment, hearing it from him made me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside, "but also because maybe I could learn something that could help me."
"Help you with what?"
"Help me understand why people who disappear change."
"Why? Did someone you care about disappear?" I asked. It was so interesting to know that I wasn't alone. I always wondered why all the people in my life who disappeared changed too, but I was never brave enough to ask because I figured it was a stupid question. Now, with Chel-Kar asking the same questions himself… it made my curiosity in the subject seem that much more valid.
"Yeah, my dad did. I was out with him yesterday."
"So you do live next door, right? I thought I saw you outside!"
"Yeah, I live in the big house next to yours. I was watching you all move in from the window when you first showed up until my dad told me to stop. He wasn't happy about me watching Arxur."
“Why?”
"He doesn't like Arxur for some reason, more than most people, anyway. When he first saw you move in, he squeezed his coffee cup so hard it broke in his hands, and Mom had to bandage him up."
"Why doesn't he like us? I've never done anything to him, I haven't even spoken to him. How can someone hate me when they don't even know me?" I had always thought about that: I never understood why the other Arxur hated me either, but I eventually realized that it must have involved how I looked, and the color of my scales. I still never understood why they hated that, though: it seemed so trivial, to hate someone based on something they couldn't control. It reminded me of how Mrs. Thatcher kept looking at me, her stare boring into my soul like poison. It made me sad that people were that way.
"I don't know," Chel-Kar replied. "Mom said it was when Dad went away for a while. I don't have many memories of him, because he had to go away when I was only four, but one day he just went on a business trip and never returned. At first, I thought it was because he didn't love us, but my mom made sure I knew that he loved us very much and that a bad thing happened. Then the humans came, and suddenly he came back. But he wasn't the same dad I remembered: he rarely ever smiles anymore, and he'll always be looking around the room like he's expecting something to pop out at him. Sometimes I'll hear him and Mom fight..."
"Do your father and mother fight a lot, Chel-Kar?"
"Maybe once a week, usually on the weekends when we're all home together. They always make up though. Do your parents fight a lot?"
"No, almost never. My father had to go away for a while too, but he would visit whenever he could. He was fighting in a war a lot of the time. Besides, my sister had to go away for a while, and when she came back she was sad too. Maybe my sister and your father went to the same place! We could ask her, maybe she'd know what made your father so sad."
"That sounds like a good idea! You're really smart, Ikfriss."
My heart fluttered at his complement. "I'm not that smart." I said sheepishly.
"You shouldn't sell yourself short," Chel-Kar said. "I think you're really smart, you just have to prove it."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
Suddenly, the bell rang. Lunch was over.
"Well, we have to get back to class," said Chel-Kar "at least we have a lot of the same classes!"
"Yeah, I like being in class with you."
"You should come over to my house sometime! We're right nextdoor, so maybe I could ask my mom if you could come over this weekend when my dad is out running errands."
"Will Marnek be there?"
"Well, I don't have to invite him if you don't-"
"No, it's okay, I want him there."
"Really? I thought you didn't like him."
"He was just scared of me is all, I'm sure he's a good person."
Chel-Kar gave me a poignant look. "You know, I know you don't think much of yourself, but I think that you're a pretty good person?"
"Thank you."
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The day was over. I kept waving to Chel-Kar as he ran over to a sleek silver SUV that looked really expensive. Inside, I could see an older female Thakfi behind the wheel, staring at me with a concerned look in her eyes. I didn't like the stare, but I also didn't sense any hatred from the Thakfi, just concern, so she probably was just worried about Chel-Kar. Chel-Kar climbed into the car and gave me one last wave through the back window of the SUV, a huge grin on his face. I flashed a smile too, and my scaly tail wagged uncharacteristically as I walked up to the old best up hatchback my mom drove. I stepped in, and she immediately noticed my bright smile.
"Did you have a good day, Ikfriss?"
"I really did, Mother! I have really great teachers, and I even made a new friend!"
"Really?" My mother asked, her excitement palpable. I didn't even know that it was possible for her to be that excited. "What's their name?"
"Chel-Kar."
In an instant, the temperature of the car seemed to drop by several degrees, and my mother gripped the steering wheel so hard I thought it would crumble under her immense saurian strength. "Oh," she croaked, which sounded like the exact opposite of her body language. "He's a… Thakfi."
"Uh… yeah, he lives next door."
"Oh, so you can see him every day?"
"Yeah! He even invited me over to his house."
"Well… that's great, dear: I'm glad you made a new friend, I just didn't expect it to be a Thakfi, especially not that Thakfi."
"Why not?"
"Well… I… Thakfi don't really like Arxur all that much."
"Why?"
"Later… I'll tell you later. I have too much on my plate right now."
"Okay mom. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Ikfriss, you did exactly what you were supposed to do: you had a good day, made a good first impression, and even made a friend. I'm relieved and proud I really am, because it could've gone a lot worse."
"Really?"
"Yes. Yes it could have."

I usually resort to Reddit to read about other people, however I wish to pour my heart out today as I am full. I am 28 years old but my life has been nothing short of a tragedy till now. Cutting the long story short, both I and my elder brother got married to our respective spouses around 4 years back. 2 years back we got to know that our father had suffered a major loss in our business ( it was in crores) and we had to sell off all our assets to pay off as much as we could. We could only pay off 65% of the amount. As a result, we would get threatened by goons to pay off the remaining amount leading to my mom selling off all her jewellery. We were still left with debts amounting to 90 lakhs. This caused social humiliation and embarrassment for my family which has been living in the hometown for more than 50 years. Although I have been blessed with an understanding husband, my brother wasn’t lucky with his spouse. He had been living abroad and his wife cut off all ties with our family post this loss and starting blackmailing us for money and jewellery. She would abuse my entire family calling me and my mother the choicest of abuses. Unfortunately my bhai and bhabhis visa got cancelled and they had to return to India. After returning back she wanted my brother to cut off all ties with us and transfer the ancestral house to her name. She started badmouthing our family and would threaten to get my 10 months old daughter killed if her demands weren’t met. She was living away from our family but continued threatening me, my husband and my parents. As a result, my father suffered a brain stroke last month and is suffering from an incorrigible neurological disorder wherein he is gradually losing his sanity.
Post his admission to the hospital, my bhabhi fled the house and my brother filed for divorce wherein he will have to pay her a hefty amount as they have minor child too whose custody can only be claimed by the mother.
Now the problem is that, we were already financially and emotionally exhausted. My brother will have to take a personal loan for his alimony. My father’s medical insurance has been exhausted and we cannot afford to even get his tests done as recommended by the doctor. My mother is a homemaker and has to be with my dad to take care of him. My father was barely making enough to take care of basic household needs. My grandparents are also dependent on my brother.
I am merely an educator and barely make enough for my own needs.
Years of abuse and now this medical illness has hugely impacted the entire family. We are dealing with an ugly divorce, threats and financial challenges and there seems to be no end to our woes. I have faith in my God but it keeps dwindling due to innumerable problems I am facing in my life. I see no hope for betterment. I have supported my family always, I even contributed huge sums of money during my own and my brothers wedding. I still do the best that I can but I know it’s not enough.
Is there an alternate job I can do to help my family? Something my mother can do to earn? She has been a tutor for 25 years but the income is meagre in comparison to the expenses. I feel as if my life has no meaning. I feel low all the time and don’t feel happy about anything. I keep getting jittery thinking of my brother’s uncertain future without his son and low finances. How do I feel stable mentally?
Writing this as I cannot sleep at night due to my worrisome nature.

Plz yar koi help krdo.. Mere papa ki tbiyat bhot khrab hai.. Meko ye puchna tha ki agr hum ambulance ko phn kre toa ambulance kis hospital me leke jati hai.. Govt ya private? Cz we don't hv mch money.. Mom passed away 10 years ago bs dad hi hai.. I don't wanna lose him either. Bhai aur meko kch smjh ni aara kya kre.. We don't know what to do in such situation.. Agr kisi private hospital me le jaye hai to pta hoga to hum phle se paiso ka kre kch jugaad.. Am super depressed idk what to do... 😭😭😭
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mere bhaiya ko heart problem ho gayi itni young age me, so mere bhaiya bohot serious the apni jee prep me din bhai table pe baithe rhete the hilte bhi nahi the eakdum sab khuch ignore karte the including his health bas padhai dikhti thi unko, rn he's in a good IIIT (got in this year) waha unhone thora body work karna start kiya and waha to acchi khasi exercise bhi ho jati thi ofc cuz hostels and wagers to eak din aka last week unhe acchank se heart me pain hua and blood pressure bhi bohot badh gaya hospital me admit kiya for that night
fir next day discharge kiya unke papa mummy waha gaye jaldi jaldi fir bohot acche doctor ko dikhaya to pata chala ye heart me problem acchnak se body me stress dalne se hua cuz wo eakdum na hilne se gym wagera start kar diya the, to ab halat itni kharab hai ki doctor na bola hai operation bhi karna pad sakta hai, unki gym, oil wala khana, stairs pe chadna sab band karwa diya, abhi bola hai strict observations me rhene
unke papa aye the ajj bohot sad lag rahe the, tum log hi socho itni chotti age me hi heart problem ho gayi abhi to unki puri zindigi bachi hai, please take care of yourself guys nothing is more important than your health

My father doesn't earn (and because of some health problems, he can't). My entire household depends on the little pension that my grandfather receives. I too am a retarded idiot. I had my chance to study. I messed up. Hard. Incredibly Hard. Long story short, I am now doing BCA from a tier 4 college with gap years.
But Forget about money, forget about life, forget about the fact that my father doesn't earn, forget about the fact that homelessness is onto me now. My grandfather has Stage IV cancer and doctors give him a mere 2 months to live.
I just simply never believed that death is real. Death seems so common. Until someone close to you is about to die and you just sit on the bed and cry your heart out. There's nothing I can do to save him. I know he loved me with all of his heart. He spent so much on educating and sending me to coaching. I couldn't accomplished shit. And even when I failed he loved and supported me.
We haven't told him that he has cancer. How are we supposed to tell him? Voh jeete je mar jayenge. Jo 4 din ki zindagi hai woh 2 din ki hojayegi.
Bhai aap logon mein se kisike ka aas paas ka koi guzara hai, kuch bataoge kaise cope karna hai?
I want to spend time talking to him. I don't know how to do it. I tear up whenever I see his face and can't speak anymore. I don't know how to describe this. I am sorry.
PS: I don't need any money. I just want to talk.

I might get hate for this, but I just want to let it out.
Back in 2020, I did my fair share of digital marketing courses because I hadn't decided on a career, I was in the middle of my A levels and as a kid, I had that drive to make money. I learned some shit, focused on the aspects I like and decided to pursue it as a career.
But fast forward 2023, and I feel like everyone and their dog wants to becoming a digital marketer, without actually understanding what it means and what kind of mind you need to have for it.
It feels like the next docto engineer field jisme har banda ghusna chahta hai cos paisa bohot hai. Which there is, magar iss paisay ki daur mei har doosra banda iss field mei ghus raha hai, even if they don't have the skills for it or are talented enough for it.
Ab aysa hogaya hai ke har ek ghar chor ke apko ek digital marketer milega, jaha pathar uthao ge waha se ek marketer niklega. Lmao
Ab isse hota ye hai ke market kharab hoti hai, pheli cheez ye hoti hai ke as a employer, you struggle to find people who actually understand what they are doing. For example, the company i worked for hired a guy for our team jiski CV bhari hui thi with everything digital marketing, banday ne duniya jaha ke course kiye huay thay, asla lag raha tha isse bara cheeta kahi milega nahi,
magar jab baat actual kaam ki ayi, guy didn't know jack. He didn't even know how to navigate the Meta Ads Manager dashboard and most importantly, the guy couldn't comprehend English. Ab I am not shaming non English speaking people, at the end of the day its just another language for me. But damn it man when your job requires it, you should better have it.
Acha phir doosra masla ata hai freelance market mei. Ab awaam hamari desperate hai, which is understandable considering the current economic condition. Magar phir iska matlab ye hai ke people will undersell their skills and charge dirt cheap rates for something which they can charge way more. Isse phir experienced marketers struggle to charger higher rate, now some might call it competition, but I see it as a way to ruin the market. And iski doosri side phir ye hai ke yaha ke jab inexperienced freelancers bahar ke client se deal kartay hai aur kuch mishandle kartay tou poori Pakistani market badnaam hoti hai.
Rates wali cheez ka zimmedar mei Hisham Sarwar ko tehraoonga. The way this guy pushed his students ke ab kam start karo with even low as 5 dollars on fiverr, just ruined the market for everyone. Aur phir mazay ki baat ye hai ke bhai sahab ki issi saal video ayi whining about ke oh you shouldn't charge low you should set a standard, bhai mere apne hee ye bakwas shuru ki thi and now you switched up? tf?
Doosra masla ye hai ke hisham sarwar and other guys like Azad has made everything sound so goddamn simple. Yar skill seekho, fiverr pe account banao, dher saara paisa. Itna oversimplify kara hai inho ne iss cheez ko ke har banda ye soch ke ghusta hai ke sahi hai yar mei bhi dollar kama leta hoon araam se when in reality freelancing is harsh and is not easy, especially when you are a newbie.
And my third complain is, digital marketing ko inho me get rich quick scheme bana di hai, and what pisses me off ke jiska door door tak wasta bhi nahi tha na marketing se, ab woh tak ghus raha hai.
Bhai matlab digital marketing ka matlab ye nahi ke apne facebook ads run karna seekh liye ya google ads chalana seekh liye tou ap marketer ban gaye? Marketing ki apni poori science hai, the way you portray your product and service, the way you write your copy, the people you target etc etc. Yaha logou ko bas muqhtalif tooks ka interface chalana sikha dete hai magar ye science ko nahi sikhata.
Aur upar se ye loug baseline skills sikha ke awaam se khete bai job market mei utro. Canva designing sikha di, tou ab woh banda Adobe walay designer walay paisay mangaye ga like what lmao.
It pisses me off ke this field has become a trend and isme kachra loug bharay ja rahay hai that are just ruining the goddamn market.
Pakistani awaam ka masla ye hai ke they don't do what they are good at, they do what they will think will get the most money out of it.