Relativity of Harsh

My name is Harsh —

But life rarely behaves harsh,

It behaves like quantum physics —

Uncertain, unstable, and sarcastic.

From DAV Bhatgaon, I carried discipline

Like a fixed constant — value never changing.

Uniform ironed, hair properly parted,

Future looking neat and well-arranging.

Then entered Xavier —

Where questions had more marks than answers.

I went for graduation and post-graduation,

But returned with existential cancers.

In school they said, “Follow the system.”

In college they said, “Break the frame.”

Now society says, “Earn quickly.”

And I’m like — who changed the game?

One side of me is Classical Harsh —

Believes in Newton, action-reaction.

“Work hard, get result.”

Simple equation. No distraction.

Other side is Quantum Harsh —

Believes nothing is that straight.

You observe me, I change myself.

I disappear when judged by fate.

Relatives are like scientists —

Constantly experimenting on me.

“Beta, what’s the next plan?”

As if I’m a lab property.

Sometimes I feel like relativity —

Time moves slow when I study,

But moves at light speed

When I scroll absent-mindedly.

DAV taught me certainty.

Xavier taught me doubt.

Physics taught me duality.

Life just laughed it out.

I am wave when I dream big —

Floating beyond limitation.

I am particle when EMI comes —

Suddenly full of calculation.

Society wants a single answer,

Like a solved numerical sheet.

But I’m still stuck in derivation,

Where identity and ambition meet.

Maybe I am not confused —

Maybe I’m just scientifically real.

Because even light has dual nature,

Why must I choose one ideal?

So here stands Harsh —

Half formula, half flaw.

A walking paradox of physics,

Still trying to define his law.