A Bundle Of Contradictions

Today's one of those days, When you've forgotten everything, That you'd memorized all night long,
You're worried that everything would go wrong; 
Today's one of those days,
When you'd rather stay in a cage,
With a poisonous, ominous snake,  Than stand in front of dozens on a stage;
Around you, are people lounging about,
As cool as cucumbers,
And here you are - Crippled with fear, struggling to remember; 
A shaky breath you take,
Pursue your lips, toss you hair,
Trying so hard to fake,
That you're an undaunted winner;
But all that false bravado falls,
When you see the first contender,
Enters the podium,
Clears his throat and stands tall; 
And then anxiety slithers in back,
Like a poisonous python,
Wrapping around you,
Making your insides go slack;
You see the first contender talk,
With flamboyant gestures, incredible voice modulation;
Seeing the audience,
It's sure he's won the adulation; 
And then, here you are,
Still trying to calm down,
Your thoughts running like a…

Statutory Warning Before I Commence With This Post:

This post is purely about my rambles. It might be confusing and a hell lot weird. But I hope you are able to make sense out of it. If you aren't, feel free to comment! :) 
Do I feel like a hypocrite right now to give you all gyaan/vishesh tippani/messy rant about maturity, yet again? 
Yes, yes I do. 
Because let's face it. In a lot of ways, I happen to be a highly immature individual. 
Let's enumerate, shall we?  I am immature because I end up blurting a lot of stupid things in front of a lot of people. It's true! I have no FILTER between my idiotic mouth and my stupid brain.
I am immature because I tend to nag people like banshees when they don't reply to my messages or don't respond to what I have to say.

(I do have a justified reason for that: I'm a busy human being too. Me messaging you isn't because I'm totally free in life. It's because I'm interested to talk to you. It's because I ta…

I know that you've,  Been punched in the gut;  I know that you've, Been kicked in the butt; 
I know that you're,  Too tired to fight back;  I know that you're,  About to crack; 
But darling, I know,  You're much stronger, I also know,  You can stay in the game much longer;
You got to keep believing,  In your talent, your hardwork, your brain,  You got to stop let the conniving,  Suck your soul, make you drain; 
I know that you've fallen,  Nine times,  But I know that you MUST,  Get up for the tenth time; 
Life's given you enough,  Sour, fat, yellow lemons,  I think it's about time,  That you use them,  To whip up,  The world's tastiest lemonade; 
I know, people have criticized you,  Called you worthless,  Called you useless,  Called you a freak; 
I know that, you've failed,  Times so many, That failure seems like,  A nasty old frenemy; 
But my dear, I know that,  You're bursting with talent,  I also know that,  You don't want to waste it;…

There are kids my age, who have all the money in the world. They don't have to study and maintain a good grade. They just have their sickeningly rich daddy's money and the only job they shall have in the future is to spend their daddy's money.

There are kids my age, who don't have much money and want to prove it to the world that they're going to be more successful than the richest men in the country. They're ready to do anything - even if the job can be scandalous or illegal!  
There are kids my age who are forced by their parents to become a doctor or (the king of all the overrated jobs in India) an engineer. If not a doctor or an engineer, be a lawyer or a chartered accountant. 
(About a half of them take up these streams just to keep up their family's status!) 
There are kids my age who have planned everything out. Like - from the seat cover of their office sofa to the number degrees they plan to get! 
And there are kids like me, who do not have a frea…