• Les Gazzette


By Sushmita Senapati

Hi ,this is Sushmita , a twelve year old to share a small incident of life.I had a lack of confidence even to come in this daily magazine which i love and talk about my incident between all these teens and me not even being an actual teen (a "kid" you might say) . I hear a lot of stories about a serious lack of confidence and how to get lut of this and what not , some topics about which i heard these stories where ; a lack of confidence in - their love lives , their educational lives and your appearance. 

This is a small story about a lack of confidence in appearance.  Yes , nine year old me also had a lack of confidence , maybe a lot of kids will relate too. 

So, I was in class 4 (nine years old) and was very famous in my school. So there was this normal school day and my principal wanted to have a talk with me and several students . I went there and she told me I had to talk a bit about how our school has actually implemented the less amount of books in our bags as we used to complain how our shoulders hurt with the heavy load. It was very normal because i also did some previous talks to the news people when they used to call me. Then i did the talk part , after that they came into our class and told me and some others to check the weight of the bags and us seprately  so that they could compare.

Then there was this moment i weighed my bag , then i stood on the weighing machine . The news person then told another person from their crew "35 kg9s to 2 kgs" ( 2 kgs here, referred to my bag's weight) I was ok for a second then a sound hit me -"ae moti (fatso)"  by some random boy classmate . Then , tears began pouring from my eyes , my teachers tried to comfort me all day as there where different teachers present at the moment because of the shooting . Then when I came back home I told my mom and sister , they did the same as my teachers did but... i was very embarrassed and couldn't come out of it and just move on . I couldn't really move on for the next couple of weeks but i gradually did so.

Then comes now , I remember my sister told me that all shapes where beautiful , though i didn't move on then after hearing that  now I really appreciate what she did. 

So guys whoever's reading this remember confidence is really important , with that I end this short story .(sorry it was very long but straight from heart)

Best wishes

  • Les Gazzette

Mental health and support among teens.

By Sakshi Kamble

"I needed to stop". Said Hannah.

"Stop what Hannah?"Mr porter said.

"Everything.". Said  Hannah. Before she left the counselling office to kill herself.

According to recent reports, about 15% of teens suffers from mental health issues and problems that remain unspoken throughout their life.

A popular show like -13 reasons why. Shows accurately and real life problems teens have. 

Like - Sexual abuse, bullying and high school life.

"I want a airplane to take me away. Somewhere far away."Poem read by Cara delevigne in a interview when she claimed she was once in depression and wanted to end her life. According to reports she led a miserable life- her mom was bipolar, she saw extreme poverty, she was basically a girl who cried silently without being spoken. Fortunately, she didn't give up. 

She fought and told life, If life gives her thousand reasons to cry. She'll show it with thousand reasons to smile.

Similarly in life, we have troubles, we have problems , that remain unspoken. Sometimes leading to decisions that is not a option.

If your feeling depressed, need to solve issues, being bullied, think you have a mental illness.please consult a counsellor or a talk to a loved one, just don't do something that might waste your precious life. We are all here for a reason. You are too!

If you think your not worth it, nobody's for you, what about the veins and blood vessels, and your heart beating at 100 MPH only for you!

You can always get up like Cara. But should never fall like Hannah.

"Life is a lift. There are ups and downs. You can press the pause button. But make sure never to press the stop one. Because it is not a option.

By Urbhez Motafram

The Beginning:

The year was 2015. It was just the beginning of 12 th grade. I was an arts student and so I

attended a few lectures and would bunk the other half of the lectures, just like any other

teenager at that time would do. It was vacation time, so I went to Mumbai to spend the

vacations with my cousins.

One afternoon, my cousin’s friends came over to her house and one of her friends, let us call

her ‘J’ (for obvious reasons) I found her to be cute. At that point I was not sure if it was a crush or just teenage infatuation but whatever it was it made my heart rush.

Just around that time, there was a new online platform called ‘Ask.FM’. It was a platform where you could ask the person a specific question and you could choose to stay anonymous. (Just like today’s I was an introvert, so I was thinking of how I could start off a conversation with her and then it struck me.

After a few days I travelled back home to Pune. That is when I sent a question that would make her sort of upset but not a lot, anonymous of course. She responded to that in anger. Just then, I sent her a question which comforted her (this time as me) and then that is how we started talking. Soon, we shifted to WhatsApp and then we spoke over the phone for hours together. Both of us knew we liked each other. At this point none of us knew if it was actual love or infatuation.

After a few months I had to travel to Bombay again for some work. I spoke to my cousin about how her and I liked her, and I wanted to ask her out and that this was my only shot.

We then went over to her house under the pretext of studying for our 12 th boards (we all were arts students so that is how that worked out). She liked the colour blue so I went to a florist and bought 7 white roses and asked him if he can colour them blue. He could. I was happy and nervous at the same time. It was time. We reached her house and I was greeted with her 2 beautiful dogs. Soon after I told her I needed to talk to her about something. We went to another room and that is where I told her how I felt about her, and she told me she felt the same. It was about 3 months since we started dating. We got into an ugly fight. It was my fault and I did apologize. She did forgive me that night. But the next morning I see a text from her saying, “I cannot be with someone who does not respect me and my choices”.

Fair enough. I deserved it at the time. I hurt her bad.

The Addiction:

I was broken because I did not want to lose her. But it was too late. I lost control of my mind. I hurt myself by hurting her and that was eating me alive. I could not take it anymore; I had gone into depression and I started smoking to help me numb my pain. It helped me quite well but what I did not realize is how much it is damaging my body and my bodily functions. It started with 1 cigarette a month, then 1 cigarette in 2 weeks until I was addicted and was having 60 cigarettes a week. Yes, it sounds like a lot but it’s the truth. It was indeed helping me, and I was a heartbroken teenager who did not realize there is more to life than love and relationships.

The Victory:

Fast-forward to 1.5 years later, I was still smoking that much. Still regretting breaking her heart. Still cursing myself. Still depressed about the whole thing. Until one day, I was smoking a cigarette and I had only finished half. A thought came to my head. It said, “Why are you wasting your life behind a girl who does not care about you anymore?”

That was it. That was the spark that changed my life. I threw that cigarette out of my hand and decided that the cigarette I just threw was the last one I will ever smoke in my life. It was not easy. I started having bad cravings, withdrawal symptoms and I was even getting more aggressive towards friends and family.

But 5 years down the line, I’m no more addicted. I still am on my journey to quit. It is not easy but I know I am a fighter and I will overcome this too.

A message to the teenagers who would be reading this: Please do not get into any alcohol or drug addictions. It killsyou from inside and you will not know until its late. Talk to

friends, family, visit a therapist. There is nothing wrong in it. Do not hide your problems. Share them with anyone you trust.

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