Burn Book

I swear to fulfill, to the best of my ability and judgment, this covenant: I will respect the hard-won scientific gains of those physicians in whose steps I walk, and gladly share such knowledge as is mine with those who are to follow.  But should any physician, patient, or any individual from any walk of life inflict any criminal attack upon me, especially if it is sexual or brutal in nature, I will not tolerate it.  For I am a human within a doctor, I will preserve my humanity by seeking justice. I will obtain the appropriate moral compensation for my culprit's crime. I will not settle for temporary protests and bailable punishment declared by court after waiting for years. I will apply, for the benefit of the sick, all measures [that] are required, avoiding those twin traps of overtreatment and therapeutic nihilism. But should the need ever arise, in the face of harm and for the sake of self-defence, I will excercise my knowledge (medical and otherwise) to inflict medical t...

  Dear stalker, Confidence is quiet; insecurities loud. This sentiment is the barbed wire that binds the pages of this burn book, procuring its very own spine- born out of resilience and resistance. After all, a strong heart and mind is hard to build but harder to break. In hindsight of recent as well as distant events, this author would like to shed light upon the absence of Chapter 3: Vermin and Secrets. Surely, you didn't think we would ignore its removal and abscond into bliss? In the rooms and corridors, perhaps. But here, not a chance. It was brought to my attention that there have been speculations and accusations among the masses that were instigated by that chapter. I must say, this author has been muzzled into silence for far too long and far too many times, always for the sake of abuse or protection. As someone who inherently finds gossip nothing but repulsive and obnoxious, inspiring her to launch a virtual morgue for a satirical autopsy of all the rumours and gossip th...

(This chapter had been temporarily removed due to the repercussions of exposing a crime and being blamed for blaming the culprit. This chapter shall remain here henceforth. ) Dear stalker, There are essentially two communities in the human population that have my undying respect. Women and the queer. Apart from the exceptional qualities both embody, I find the highlights to be childbirth and sense of identity. As someone who identifies as both woman and queer, it can bestow heavily empowering insights and a powerful outlook on one's own life and the world one sees.  My partner told me this morning that it's hard to believe I've never dated a girl before, because I happen to know exactly how to do it. I told her that it's not really a matter of the gender of my partner but knowing their needs and trying to provide them. Of course, being a girl is an added privilege to know just how we want to be loved. No wonder it pisses off toxic men for not getting women over this. *k...

Dear stalker, I broke up with the first love of my life because I loved him too much. If you don’t understand that, it can mean one of two things: either you skipped chapter 1 or you didn’t read it well enough to understand it. Either way, welcome or welcome back! This chapter is about several people, but especially one person. Let’s call her J.  In a crowd of a hundred and fifty, it was hard to know the names of everyone that I was supposed to share the following five years with. It certainly didn’t help if they were the height of pygmies. Anyways, as a consequence, I had no idea who this J person was for a while. Eventually I came to know she was one of the “good people” in our batch. I never got to know her personally but only had a few interactions over the course of the initial few months there.  She was always really nice to me, for no clear reason. My principle was to treat people the way they treated me so, I was nice to her as well. I remember being the first person i...

Dear stalker, Never had I ever been bullied in my life. That is, of course, until I joined college.  My whole life, I had always been this sweet, quiet, and polite girl who was liked by everyone she met. I was never involved in drama or fights. I was obsessed with not getting into trouble and being someone everyone loved and adored. I used to flex about not having any haters. Boy, oh boy, was I about to be surprised.  A few months into my college life, I became the centre of attention for almost everyone in my class- and for all the wrong reasons. I was in a relationship with someone I never met in person and was slowly falling for someone else in my class. I know, I know- where are my morals? Where is my humanity? Right? Why would I leave someone I had been in love with for years over someone I barely knew for a few weeks back then? But that was the stark naked truth and I didn’t even try to hide it. I always made sure I told my then-partner (let’s call him P) everything that...