Aryan's A-Z

 It's Time For Some Controversy Baby! Your professor furrows his brows and penetrates your skull with his glaring eyes, as the constant fluttering motion of papers are a series of butterflies cascading down on all sides, deceivingly entertaining you whilst simultaneously extracting all of your attention and focus from the task at hand. The clock, always seeming to be extending the day long past its standard 24 hours now seems to be speeding through time like it's been struck by an electric charge. Words, numbers, and symbols, all crawl out from your paper and coil around your head, with every drastic effort from your part to seize them and comprehend their inner mechanics falling just short, as they whirl past you and strike you dizzy until you’ve died. For the past 6 months, you’ve been biting your fingernails in anticipation of this one event, reminiscing of the time when it once finished, and eagerly awaiting the moment when it will finally dissipate like any other thing of ...

 Loop   Aryan Mukherjee      Mosquitos cackled with glee as they pelted from all sides to attack Everett. He had long back acknowledged that his efforts to swat them away had been rendered useless by their sheer size, and besides, he might as well conserve his energy. It was a long hike up to the Garden, and his canteen of water was but a few drops condensing at the bottom of his bottle. Everett sighed, and half-fainted against the bark of a massive lump of tree wood. How did I even get here?  He pondered all the events that had taken place thus far, and sighed as he realized how ironic this whole equation was.      5 hours earlier…      Everett threw himself down at his bed like a professional diver, and lay there in perfect stillness as the circles in his mind spun out of range. It had appeared as though in his own little life, he was carrying the weight of 7 worlds in sorry excuse for shoulders. Hmm, maybe that’s why mom wa...

 An Eye for an Eye Aryan Mukherjee An eye for an eye. The principle of revenge. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. The principle of forgiveness. But what if the eyes taken did make the whole world blind? And what if the perpetrator got off scot-free? What if lies after fallacies after little mishaps all built up so far and so wide that by the time people really started catching wind of what was truly being conspired, it was too little too late. Thus is the story of Stephen Glass. Stephen Glass was born on September 15, 1972 to a Jewish family in Chicago, and appeared to have an instant knack for journalism. From joining the student newspaper at the University of Pennsylvania where he graduated from, to having colleagues ranging prominently in several renowned magazines at the time, especially The Rolling Stone . However, his goals crossed paths like a double helix, and as the delightful odor of journalism wrapped him in from one side, his family’s bigoted idealogies ste...

 Irreversible Aryan Mukherjee      “From an early age, kids have always been told that they should think before they speak, as they can never revert what comes out of their mouth. And although this phenomena could be an unnerving realization, it is something that brings comfort to all who travel through life. You see, the pillars of life, no matter how many times struck or battered, always inches by with but a few dents or cracks, always minor in comparison to something bigger, and always able to be polished up. But there is one thing on this planet, that no matter how hard you try to revert or how much you put in to alter, can never be brought back; love. And thus is the story.”      Martin groaned. Finally, this generation-long dim-witted podcast was finished, he thought. He shoved his finger into the speaker and changed the tunes to hard metal rock. Finally, his style. His mom, like a trigger in disposal, snapped back and changed the channel, a gris...

  Emerald Bay 7 days. No civilization. Just the ocean breeze, a couple bags of packed belongings, and a district full of young studs with the lives of hundreds of impressionable scouts in their unwashed hands. Welcome to Camp Emerald Bay, where I was warped from my comforting manor of summer idleness into the harsh reality of the world outside our comfortable borders. Day 1: The day starts on a compact boat with wooden ramparts reeking of salty seawater and its confines as bijou as a 2 person tent. I had joked to my friend earlier that the boat was meant to fit all 500 of us, which he laughed off with as we knew that was impossible. 5 minutes later, and our faces went aghast as the ship's captain sent troop after troop to join us as we were all compacted into the upper deck. And off we were, with the apparent entitlement of the boat, The Barf Barge , soon coming to fruition as puke was launched out of every garnished digestive system and dodging pellets of blow chunks revealed itse...