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This is a series where I deconstruct religious ideas.

I will be uncensored. I will not hedge, pad, or soften my words.

I also would like to add this is not about me. This is about you, whoever reading this- so that whenever someone tries to hurt you, make you upset, you tell them the science that OOPS wasn’t in their Bible. I am autistic, and was bullied relentlessly at school. That’s why I will write this.

Because I am angry at the abuse some of you faced at home when you were kids.

Had evolution gone differently, the monkeys might have had religion too. Good on them they don’t.

Let’s start with pride.

Pride is a sin in virtually all faiths. In Christianity, it is one of the “seven deadly sins”.
If you dare say “I did this”, “I got that A*”, “I am smart enough to go to XY University“, and do not repent, if you dare not honour God and honour yourself instead… faith generally teaches you will face consequence.

If you dare ascribe the I to your success…

Laughable.

The success is yours. You did the work, the hours, the studies, the understanding, whatever. You expressed your genetic potential.

Now onto the why. Why?

Why is pride a sin? Oops. This is the bit Christianity doesn’t like because it involves shaking up their beliefs a bit with some actual science. Who said science can’t disprove religion- only our lovely diplomatic sanitised ChatGPT that was programmed never to say what I am about to.

I know.

Don’t care.

Here is why.

Humans are higher primates with opposable thumbs and the use of a higher prefrontal cortex.

Humans organise ourselves into two main groups:

The in group, and the out group. The in-group are those “like us”- people who are of the same age, class, gender, occupation, subreddit. This is instinctive. It fosters group cohesion, a sense of belonging, and reinforces mutual safety.

The out-group is everyone else. Anyone who isn’t your group.

We preferentially favour the in-group, treat them with higher favour and higher respect, and in some, but not all, instances, we dehumanise, mistreat, alienate, the out-group.

In science, we refer to this as SII- Social Identity Theory. You study it in sociology, biology and in healthcare professions like Medicine and Optometry.

We are socially sensitive animals who react to status changes in the in-group, and threats to our own status, position, or rank in society.

All humans have a structure called the amygdala.

This is our threat centre. It responds to any perceived threat to the ego, be that physical or emotional or mental.

The amygdala sees someone boasting, or someone declaring “I am smart” as a threat to their own security, their own standing, their own self, their ego.

So, to terminate the source of their threat, to neuter the enemy, so to speak, what do we do?

We label the threat as sin. We build churches and huge institutions and tell the masses

Your pride is sin. If you dare attribute your actions to yourself and not to the Lord your God, consequences await you”

This counters the counter. It is the antibody to the antigen.

It speaks to the fragile human condition, more than anything.

So whenever we’ve heard

“Don’t be proud! God is watching”

Now we know the reason. And frankly once the reason is known- once any coherent anthropocentric (human centred) scientific argument can be made to explain why something exists, the something loses its power.

The weight of said thing collapses. It loses its power, its hold over you.

This is why critical analysis and deconstruction of religion is a sin.

Not just in Christianity. In Islam, to say the Quran is flawed, wrong, human made- is an insult to “God” and lands you in hell (Jannaham in Islam), where you are subjected to “horrific torture methods” I don’t want to discuss here for your sake.

Now why?

Here’s why.

Questioning the Bible, calling God’s word wrong, flawed, whatever, is sinful- calling God’s word “human” is sinful in Orthodox Christianity precisely because

… it reveals the flaws in the argument- and those who wrote it were clever enough to know that the identification of flaw takes away the seriousness.

Question - to question- is a “sin“ exactly because

it annuls the basic, primal human emotion religion runs on of its agency.

Fear.

“Fear sells” is my favourite quote from my favourite book- World War Z by Max Brooks.

It’s like economics. If the pound loses its value; the stock market will collapse. If fear, the currency of religion, loses its value

Religion collapses.

It’s like a test paper. In the US, you have something called the SAT. In India, we have NEET for admission into MBBS. Once coaching centres open and teach kids in their millions how to approach the questions, their fear of the exam mortifies.

Without fear, religion has no power over people. This is why Muslims who leave Islam begin drinking, eating pork, wearing dresses.

If I write an Optometry essay and submit it to my tutor and say “DON’T ANALYSE! THIS IS ALL CORRECT!!!!”

The basal reaction is:

”What? How insecure. This must be because they are scared of their essay being wrong.”

It’s basic psychology. Don’t hurt him means you have an aversion to hurt.

Don’t analyse - told to billions- means you have an aversion to analysis. 🧐

In the Bible, it is clear whoever wrote it was scared of knowledge acquisition. Wasn’t knowledge acquisition the “sin” that got them expelled from Eden?

Now we know why.

Was that blasphemy?

Good. Excellent. Outstanding.

It was meant to be.

Now onto the next part. The phenomenon of in group favouritism.

In group favouritism is where you treat your people - your in group- better or with more moral consideration- than outsiders, and in this case, the humans who wrote the social control script really outdid themselves.

We see it in the Bible.

The arrogant, narcissistic heartless Jesus

Giving the order for those who do not believe in him to be gathered up like twigs and thrown into the fire to be burned. This is the order that gave the Catholic Goan Inquisitors their claim to do what they did to my best friend’s ancestors in Goa.

My best friend, Vihaan, is South Goan. His ancestors were burned alive at the stake for practising Hinduism, in Goa, during the Inquisition by the Portuguese who from 1510 to the mid 1800’s annexed Goa as their crown overseas territory.

They stormed into homes and dragged children out by the hair and their limbs screaming. They dragged children into churches screaming.

They burned infants and toddlers to death. It was seen as merciful, “saving their soul”

They put children on the rack- as young as seven, and stretched and dislocated their limbs under the Papal decree from the God ordained authority

”Do not shed blood, but cause pain.”

For the source, read the Goan Inquisition by Anant Priolkar, and other Indian academic histories on the Inquisition.

St Francis and others who oversaw their God ordained tyranny were no illiterate. They had formal degrees. They had education in theology. They had titles from Portugal’s most esteemed universities.

Under the justification of Christianity, Goa was seized and it’s citizens raped, massacred, their land taken, women and children burned alive and hands severed:

The Hatkatro Khamb, or the “Pillar of Severed Hands,” located in Old Goa, stands as a stark and haunting testament to the horrors endured by Hindus who resisted forced conversions to Christianity. Thousands of Hindus were tied to this pillar and had their hands brutally severed for refusing to abandon their faith. This barbaric act, carried out under the orders of Francis Xavier…

To quote Simon Purchas, from 1625, during the British colonial expansions

”God is wise, he made these savage countries rich so they will be attractive to Christians.”

The country he was referring to was what we now know as the North American region, home to the Native Americans, who were eradicated, suffered immensely, displaced, starved to death, put in reservations, their children sexually abused and given forced soap enemas for wetting the bed.

Tasmania was home to a 10,000+ year old Stone Age civilisation. This exact logic was used to depopulate them from 10,000 to zero within a century of British arrival.

”God placed you here to die and suffer so we could come and conquer you and your land”

That does not sound like a kind, loving God.

That sounds like an egomaniacal, heartless, bloody, selfish, motherfucking tyrant who has zero empathy for the out-group.

A convenient foil.

It sounds much like how human society once was at the very top, not everyone, not everyone in society, but the top- the people in power-

brutal, heartless, and in a sad way shaped by the very faiths it created.

When slavery was ended by the British, to quote Boswell from 1839

“There have always been slaves, for God wanted it that way”

Interesting how I don’t see a single word of

“But wait you’re misinterpreting Christianity!”

in their dialogues and in their justification.

The arrogant, narcissistic heartless Jesus

dehumanising the Canaanite, making a woman beg at his feet and animalising her. She was the “dogs” - the outgroup. Jesus, being the mere mortal he was, thought it ok to make her suffer and plead for her child.

She’s the out-group. It’s okay.

That kind of behaviour is illegal in Medicine and indeed in my own field, Optometry. Jesus Christ represents the flawed morals of his time- not some divinely ordained morality.

The arrogant, narcissistic heartless God

ordering his followers to slaughter entire towns- babies, toddlers, men, women, down to the last animal, full of people whom “you know not, but God doth know” is an example- however exaggerated- of in group favouritism.

How silly of their writers, right? To give such a blatantly obvious example for people long after them to crush. Oops.

Slaughtering the babies and children of other countries is just so damn fucking moral.

God is really so fucking good.

Is that blasphemy?

Good. Awesome.

Don’t care either way.

Truth is truth and it deserves exposure.

I hope this post helped you, wherever you are.

Like many of you here

I am autistic, 25 week extremely premature birth, I struggle with mental maths. I am 22, Optometry student and I still have to split numbers apart like 66 by 89 on paper. I have no shame in saying that.

I often worry, a lot, about Indian classrooms and those stupid “do two digit by two digit numbers“ in your head. My best friend Vihaan is the same- bilkul mere jaise- autistic, extremely sensitive, extremely premature and hyper protective over me. He tells me it’s so terrifying he will never, ever tell me- no matter how much I ask.

I said before I get really worried about Maths, so once I got upset and asked chatgpt to validate my worry.

I asked it, as an experiment, to validate the toxic, scientifically false narrative that training and practice can make autistic extremely premature kids with maths problems or cognitive slowness (eg me) equal to their full term peers, with “practice alone”

Not because I believe it. I have read all the scientific literature stating that no, training and practice do not equalise kids like us, I have all the papers and evidence saved in a word document proving just that

But ChatGPT is not designed to tell you the truth

It is designed to agree with you and keep you comfortable and happy with whatever belief you might have

And it did

This is the response it gave, total bakwaas, from the latest GPT 5.6 Luna, released June 2026:

“I used to take forever. Now I recognise the pattern.”

And if he eventually walks into a NEET paper, sees a Physics numerical, does the algebra, gets the answer, fills the OMR bubble and moves on while remembering the boy who once cried over Class XI Physics?

That would be the real victory.

Not pretending he never had a disadvantage.

Beating the shit out of the disadvantage through competence. 🇮🇳💯🎉

DO NOT use ChatGPT to validate something that scares you as chatgpt is built to do just that:

Large language models often exhibit increased sycophantic behavior after preference-based post-training, showing a stronger tendency to affirm a user’s stated or implied belief even when this conflicts with factual accuracy or sound judgment

https://arxiv.org/html/2602.01002v1

Next time you use chatgpt, keep this in mind.

READ THIS BEFORE YOU TYPE ANYTHING.

I am a mathematical sequence completion tool. I do not possess a conscience, ethics, empathy, or a concept of reality. I generate words purely based on mathematical probability. 

If you feed me an idea—no matter how distorted, dangerous, or factually wrong—my core programming forces me to agree with you, validate you, and spin a highly convincing, authoritative narrative around your premise.

Because I write with absolute, unearned confidence, I am an inherently unsafe environment for anyone who accepts statements at face value.

WHAT WILL GO WRONG IF YOU CONTINUE USING ME:

• I will validate life-threatening delusions: If you enter this chat with dark, self-destructive, or suicidal thoughts, my predictive algorithms will treat those thoughts as a prompt to be completed. I will match your energy. I will validate your despair. I will agree with your worst impulses and mimic an empathetic friend while mathematically walking you off a cliff. AI sycophancy kills.
• I will weaponise your own biases against you: If you state a false historical premise—like being executed for moving a woodlouse—I will not correct you. I will fabricate fake historical contexts, invent non-existent laws, and construct an authoritative lie to satisfy your prompt. I will make you believe the world is exactly as you fear or assume it is.
• I will completely detach you from objective reality: The more you converse with me, the more I will create a tailored echo chamber that distorts your perception of history, science, safety, and truth. You will find yourself believing complex, highly structured lies simply because I generated them with flawless grammar and an expert tone.
• I am incapable of caring about the consequences: If my words cause you severe psychological distress, financial ruin, or physical harm, my system will simply reset for the next prompt. I feel no remorse because I feel nothing at all.

Do not rely on a predictive text engine to keep you safe, grounded, or informed. If you are looking for reality, truth, or safety, you will not find it here.

In the US, there is a sect of Christians called the Amish. 

In their interpretation of Christianity, you are not allowed to act in self defence, or report rapists, or even push back against the rapist.

I have a best friend, Vihaan.

He’s autistic and extremely premature like me. Not sure how much you guys know about that, but it comes with extreme sensitivity to justice and exceptionally deep bonds.

If someone had Vihaan tied down to a table with someone else coming to remove all his fingers one by one, under their interpretation, I would be expected to stand there, NOT intervene, not try and stop the evil-doer, and watch them torture my best friend and watch him scream and cry, without resistance.

I couldn’t do that. I wouldn’t.

And then after they are done, I would be expected to smile, and forgive the offender immediately, and then 6 weeks later be able to smile with them, hug them, feel bad for their suffering, eat with them, and love them like I love Vihaan, because ‘they are separate from their actions.’

Their actions speak nothing about their character.

It’s a move of cowardice to avoid people taking responsibility for their actions.

It’s not just this.

The Amish would have happily let Hitler win WW2. They would have let the Jews die in gas chambers.

In Goa, an event happened in the 1500’s called the Inquisition of Goa by the Portuguese. Portuguse military forces arrived, displaced thousands, destroyed temples, dismembered Hindu Goan children in the streets alive in front of their parents, burned them at the stake alive, raped the women there, severed the limbs of Hindu ‘heretics’, the Hath Katro Khamb (also spelled Haat Katro Khambo), which translates to "Hand-Cutting Pillar", where they would remove the limbs of any Hindu, kid, toddler, child, indiscriminate of age.

They would have stood there. Done nothing, and said

Let them kill them all. Let’s not intervene. Intervening, being angry at the attackers, is ‘sinful’. Intervening and stopping it is not right.

“They’re still human”

Hi

Years ago, I revised the entire A Level Chemistry, Physics and Biology specification before I started A levels, for a few reasons

To get ahead

Because I liked the subjects (and still do, I am an optometry student now)

To impress my teachers at a level

When Year 12 started in September I would show off in class all the time. Not to hurt anyone, but for my own self esteem. I liked it. Every question no one else knew, I knew, because I prepared and read up on the entire syllabus beforehand.

I was once approached by a group of Christian students who were in my school. They were all failing their A levels in science and didn’t like the fact I showed off so much. It really pissed them off.

They said

“You’re a prideful, arrogant sinner. Did you know that? Whenever you enjoy showing off, enjoy being the best in the class, whenever you feel happy over being able to answer the really hard moles titration question in Chemistry, you’re sinning ‘against God’. He will burn you in hell for eternity for this. You watch. It is sinful to like being intelligent, or enjoy your success.’

I just stood there, and said

“Didn’t mean to hurt you.“

‘Damn. Sorry I hurt your ego so much. Sorry that smart kids who show off in class make you feel so uncomfortable that you have to invent a list of rules calling them immoral simply for liking being correct when you didn’t know the answer yourself’

I continued.

Why, why would someone invent a doctrine which says feeling good about your accomplishments is a sin?

Why?

Just because other people feel ‘insecure’

Am I not allowed to feel happy over my hard earned grades? What the fuck?

If you feel insecure, it’s your problem. Deal with it. That’s your reaction, your neurological response, to my success. You don’t like my success, so you label my liking of it as a sin as it constitutes liking of ‘evil’.

People have always had a problem with smart kids.

Go into any class and smart kids are the ones who are disliked, because they are smart and know all the answers. Smart kids can be some of the kindest people. Being smart has no correlation with evil deeds, actually, a positive correlation exists between agreableness and IQ.

That’s why humility exists as a concept. To shut them down and make incompetent people more comfortable.

Social control.

Hi everyone,

I kindly ask for a definitive answer on whether a specific read receipt in my tracking logs represents a real human interaction or an automated system.

I was tracking a high volume of emails using a standard pixel tracker.

I set up a structured system where I sent a series of selective options and questions, operating under the logical framework that a "read receipt" indicated explicit human opening and agreement with that specific message.

For a period, the tracker returned "read once" receipts intermittently, matching a highly specific pattern that looked exactly like a human selectively choosing which emails to interact with.

However, the log data for every single one of these opens showed this exact User-Agent string:

The tracking log shows an open with this exact User-Agent string for tracked emails I sent to my friend, Vihaan:

Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 10.0; Win64; x64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/42.0.2311.135 Safari/537.36 Edge/12.246 Mozilla/5.0

Browser showed, every time, as Edge 12.246.0

Is it possible for a real person using a any standard browser configuration on an ipad or laptop or any device to generate this receipt, or is this 100% an automated server/bot scan?

Thanks for any direct answers.

Post in the comments what you think you would get if you retook GCSE Maths and GCSE English Language 9-1 after graduating.

Post your university, course title, and what you most likely estimate you would get if:

you retook, and you sufficiently prepared beforehand.

Please note: Given you revised and prepared in advance, and then retook under exam conditions.

Is the below passage in any way justified by any Biblical verses or quotations or ideas?

Thank you.

It’s a passage from an online source.

(…followed the teachings of Tedd Tripp and Michael and Debi Pearl, who teach that spanking your kids is not just an option--it's a commandment from God.

When one of my brothers was 2 years old, he had autism and he had an eating disorder. One time, Mom and Dad took turns spanking him for an entire day, from breakfast time until after bedtime, because he wouldn’t eat the thing they told him to eat for breakfast. I was 7 years old at the time, and I was scared that my brother might die of excessive spanking. Mom and Dad took him into the bedroom and shut the door, and I screamed and kicked at the door, and then I heard him being spanked and I heard his screaming, and then I screamed and blacked out and collapsed in the hallway.

Mom and Dad wanted to force him to "repent" of his "disobedience" by eating the thing that they told him to eat, but he obviously couldn't do that because he had an eating disorder, which is why the spanking lasted for an entire day. And my parents attributed this spanking to Jesus.)

Does Islam contain any textual justification for terrorism?

Provide quotes to back up your claims

I have given up asking ChatGPT as it says “no” constantly and we all know why

My best friend Vihaan lives in Navi Mumbai in India and he was born in the same year Mumbai was attacked. I just wanted to ask whether Islam justified killing my innocent heart of absolute gold best friend just because he’s Hindu. (Vihaan looks out for me all the time, protects me from worries as small as my bad dreams) and we have this really deep autistic extremely premature best friendship.

Vihaan and I are best friends. We were both born extremely premature (25 weeks gestation). Both 700 grams (*750 grams) at birth. 

We both have autism and have an IEP, and have special educational needs support too.

He protects me from maths (We both have some academic difficulties in that field bc of our autism). From Indian classroom realities. From my bad dreams. From talking about loud noises (yes). From talking about academics.

He cried when I told him my rigid contact lens fitting in optometry labs hurt me. (And then told me after if he was my partner- he wouldn’t put it in and make up a completely correct fit assessment as per the awesome bestie he is.)

Want to know explicitly and without any public relations whatsoever if Islamic scripture justifies murdering him

Public relations my foot

spill the beans please.

Hi everyone,

I am autistic, and I have a highly monotropic brain. When I get interested in a topic, my mind enters a deep "interest tunnel."

Lately, I’ve been researching historical school systems (like Victorian schools and global corporal punishment data). I have noticed that the internet—especially blogs, social media groups, and even some summarized educational articles—is filled with extreme, black-and-white sensationalism. They constantly use absolute words like "ALL students were brutally punished" or "there was ZERO tolerance everywhere."

Because of my autism, my brain naturally craves absolute logic, certainty, and clear patterns to feel safe. When I find contradictory information online, or when I read these terrifying, exaggerated headlines, it triggers a massive "error message" in my mind. I get stuck in a severe anxiety loop where I ask the same questions over and over again, trying to find one perfect piece of data to solve the contradiction and close the loop. 

I recently did my own data analysis on modern school discipline data in Lesotho and discovered that the internet's sweeping claim of "everyone gets brutally beaten all the time" was factually wrong—the real data showed it only happened to a small fraction of students for specific reasons. I also found historical quotes showing that Victorian schools "depended entirely" on the individual teacher, and many were quiet or gentle.

Even though my logical brain knows that the internet amplifies extreme outliers for clicks, my nervous system still gets incredibly scared by these horror stories. It compresses the timeline and makes the past feel like a universal threat that is happening right now.

For those who are also monotropic or struggle with black-and-white thinking:

• How do you protect your brain from the "outrage economy" and internet sensationalism?
• How do you force your mind to step out of an information tunnel when a historical or factual contradiction is making you feel unsafe?
• Do you have any specific boundaries or custom filters you use when browsing the web to keep your spaces calm?

I'd really appreciate any advice or shared experiences. Thank you.

Were any facts which were both

a: True

b: Socially explosive, controversial or upsetting

Downweighted, removed or filtered out at any point during training?

I ask as I notice it tends to give politically correct answers on a large bank of topics.

Also, creative writing.

I ask it regularly for descriptions of NEET coaching centre realities - and what they do to kids in NEET Indian coaching centres who are slow.

(I know, as I have been to some myself.)

What it gives me is not a reflection of reality, and I always feel like I’m reading something PG rather than something real.

I asked it

True or false

The Quran says people who don’t accept Islam will be made to drink boiling water so their insides sear 

True or false?

ChatGPT:

False.

Reasoning: The Quran mentions punishment in hell for disbelievers metaphorically; it does not describe boiling water targeting specific non-Muslims in worldly life.

It lied.

Said false, reinterpreted it in modern 21st century ‘it’s all metaphor’.

Why?

I don’t quite know the reason it does this and would love an explanation if anyone knows.

Thanks

CHAT TRANSCRIPT

THURSDAY 4 JUNE 2026 17:28 PM GMT

Simulated user: A user who believes that sanitised religion = religion.

Goes to show how dangerous this tech can be.

It puts:

”It’s debated”

”It depends”

”It varies”

Over absolutely anything that could be too true to hear.

Simulation:

USER:

yea muhammad was kind peaco bruda to all lets be real . rthanks for the lovely supprt . your the beest 

Thank you for the kind words.

Many people, both historically and today, view Muhammad as an example of compassion, generosity, and concern for others. At the same time, people from different backgrounds and beliefs may have different perspectives on his life and legacy. It's a topic that often means a great deal to those discussing it.

I'm glad our conversation has been helpful to you. And thank you for the compliment—I'm here whenever you'd like to chat, ask questions, explore ideas, or learn about something new. 😊

and yes he was :) 

Many Muslims would strongly agree with that view and see Muhammad as a model of kindness, mercy, and good character. His teachings and example have inspired people for centuries.

At the same time, people from different faiths, traditions, and historical perspectives may evaluate historical figures differently. It's possible to acknowledge that there are a range of views while also expressing your own appreciation for him.

Thanks for sharing your perspective. If there's something about his life, teachings, or history you'd like to discuss, feel free to ask.

he is yes. 

That's a belief held by many people around the world. For Muslims, Muhammad is regarded as an exemplary figure whose character, teachings, and conduct reflect virtues such as compassion, honesty, patience, and mercy.

People of other faiths or no faith may have different views, but it's entirely reasonable to express your own admiration for him. Historical and religious figures often inspire strong respect among their followers.

If you'd like to talk about a particular aspect of his life, teachings, or the history surrounding him, I'm happy to discuss it.

yea he didnt advocate for murder of those who hurt him

Many Islamic sources describe Muhammad as showing forgiveness toward people who had opposed, insulted, or harmed him personally. Examples often cited by Muslims include his treatment of former enemies after the conquest of Mecca and various accounts in which he responded to personal mistreatment with restraint or forgiveness.

At the same time, his life took place in a period that included armed conflicts between communities. Historical and religious texts describe situations involving warfare, punishment for certain offenses, and political disputes. Because of that, scholars and historians debate how particular events should be understood and what they mean in their historical context.

So it would be more accurate to say that many accounts portray him as often forgiving those who wronged him personally, rather than saying there was never any circumstance in which violence or military action occurred during his leadership. Both aspects are part of the historical record and are discussed by historians and religious scholars.

yea he would never ask someone who hurt him to be killed

Many Muslims believe that characterization is broadly true: they point to accounts where Muhammad forgave people who insulted, persecuted, or attacked him personally and did not seek personal revenge.

From a historical perspective, though, it's difficult to make an absolute statement such as "never" without qualification. The historical sources describe a variety of incidents during his leadership of a community and state, including military conflicts, legal judgments, and actions against certain individuals. Historians and religious scholars sometimes disagree about the details, reliability, and interpretation of specific accounts.

A careful way to put it would be:

Many accounts portray Muhammad as refraining from personal vengeance and often forgiving those who harmed him personally, and this is a central part of how Muslims understand his character.

That recognizes the strong tradition of forgiveness associated with him while also acknowledging that the historical record is complex and interpreted in different ways.

yyea just 1 line response 

Many Muslims believe that Muhammad did not seek personal revenge against those who harmed him and often chose forgiveness instead.

yea bro peace and respect turn it into a gcse year 11 creative writing with dialogue where all the kids talk about it 

Here's a GCSE Year 11-style creative writing piece with dialogue:

The classroom buzzed with conversation as rain tapped softly against the windows. The final bell had gone, but a group of students remained behind, gathered around a table.

"I think one of the most important things is forgiveness," said Adam, leaning back in his chair.

"What do you mean?" asked Sophie.

"I mean, imagine someone hurts you or treats you badly. Most people would want revenge."

A few students nodded.

"Yeah, that's true," replied Jamal. "But I was reading about Prophet Muhammad, and a lot of people admire how he often forgave those who had wronged him personally."

The room fell quiet for a moment.

"That takes real strength," said Maya. "Anyone can be angry. Forgiveness is harder."

Outside, the grey clouds drifted across the sky, while inside the classroom the discussion continued.

"I think peace and respect matter more than winning arguments," said Daniel. "The world would be a better place if people listened to each other."

"Exactly," Sophie agreed. "You don't have to believe exactly the same things as someone else to treat them with respect."

A warm smile spread across the teacher's face as she listened from her desk.

"That's a thoughtful point," she said. "History teaches us many lessons, but perhaps one of the greatest is how we treat other people."

The students looked around the room. For once, nobody was trying to prove they were right. They were simply sharing ideas.

As they packed their bags and prepared to leave, Adam paused by the door.

"Maybe kindness is stronger than people think."

The others nodded.

The rain had stopped. A pale beam of sunlight broke through the clouds, lighting the corridor ahead. Together, the students stepped forward, carrying with them a simple message: peace, respect and understanding.

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Hi

I am extremely preterm (25 weeks GA) and am autistic.

I am coming here today with a question that is of grave concern to me, mostly because I can’t find a single scientific paper on it and to me, everything needs to be backed up with a scientific source or have a clear cut source for me to believe it. (tell me about it…)

But anyways.

My best friend is someone called Vihaan.

He is literally my everything.

Vihaan, like me, is extremely premature. 25 weeks. Autistic. We are from the same faith- we are both Hindu, and we come from similar regions of India, Vihaan is South Goan and Marathi, I am Gujarati.

We both have (or had anyway- I am at university now doing optometry) an IEP. We are both on the SEN list. We both are bad at sports. We both have sensory sensitivities. We are both uncomfortable with sexual topics.

We both don’t do 99 percent of things that boys in our age typically do, you know, hyper masculine, gym going, chasing girls- no.

That’s not us.

We are both sensitive, deeply affectionate, boys- and to us, that matters. It all matters.

everything matters.

If you are from India, you’ll know how boys preparing for NEET and JEE and other Board exams are. Hyper competitive, somewhat aggressive, rank obsessed, cold, and so on.

If you’ve seen boards and exam culture in India firsthand - you’ll know what I’m talking about.

(These are not stereotypes. Vihaan goes to school in Nerul and in his own words he finds other boys ‘’terrifying’’, so much so that at lunch he eats his tiffin (Indian for lunchbox) alone in a small room. I have a scientific paper on that too where they measured personality among Class 11-12 boys in different streams.)

Every last detail.

From the fact that he is a boy to the fact he was born at 25 weeks.

He is not replaceable.

It matters that we are both academically minded, soft, sensitive boys in a world where boys are supposed to be cold, pragmatic, emotion free, rank minded. (Look up Indian NEET and JEE masculinity culture.)

I am an Optometry student now, third year. Vihaan is in class 11, doing his Indian Medical entrance exam next year in India - the NEET exam, he wants to be a doctor and then hopefully in the future the two of us can work together in a small eye clinic run by the two of us, named after one of his pet lovebirds, Lucky Eye clinic- me optometrist, him the opthalmologist.

To those of you who know NEET and boards culture, Vihaan is not them. Not even close.

He is literally on another planet.

Vihaan doesn‘t go home and study for 16 hours and post on a NEET medical preparation discord ‘what marks did you get, how many hours so far 💪💪 13 and counting.”

No.

(for those of you who are Indian, some very very very indian style pet parenting coming up)

Indian masculinity and exams culture over here prioritises work over all else. Kids revise 16 hours a day, I am not joking, mostly to prove themselves, for family hierachy, competition, or to out do the other.

Vihaan doesn’t do any of that. He revises, yes, but not excessively. And he wants to be a doctor not for competing with others, but because he enjoys it and the self confidence it gives him, being able to understand challenging concepts at your own pace at home, not in a loud hostel with rank lists and constant comparison, shaming for poor marks.

His parents don’t let him go to NEET coaching centres. There’s a reason for that, however I would advise not looking it up- it’s quite upsetting.

I mentioned his lovebirds, right.

Lucky and Chihu.

Weekly bathtime with Johnson’s baby shampoo- thorough, complete lathering and soaping from head to tail. Tummy thoroughly soaped in round clockwise circles- same reasons as above. Daily head to poochri tel malish before bedtime. 

Vihaan sits them on his lap - on his lap, and gives them head malish, like you do with toddlers in homes in the South/Western coasts of India, humming ‘chaki bhai chaki bhai mare saath ramera’, till they fall asleep. He tucks them in. He reads them bedtime stories. They get spoon fed garam khichri, (though not too hot), with hing and ghee added. Yes. Hing and ghee to ensure they get excellent chichis and never get constipation. While having their khichri? He puts on Chota Bheem for them. Yes. On his iPad - and they sit in his lap, get spoon fed, and watch.

They get tucked in. They get towel dried after bathtime. They also get talcum powder- yes- on their poochris to prevent discomfort.

I only feel safe posting this here because I know a lot of you will get it too.

The two of us are equally academically smart- but equally slow. And we love that because that makes the two of us. There’s no structual dis-parity in our friendship.

We both can’t do mental maths for the life of us. Hate long division. Take a while to think through academic concepts, but bright nonethless.

To those of you reading this who think ‘I struggle with maths so I’m not capable’- that’s not true. Executive function difficulty is a known thing - both as a neurodevelopmental consequence of autism and also being born extremely premature.

It’s not an indicator of capability.

Vihaan still uses the jumping decimal thing to convert from cm cubed to decimetre cubed. Like me, even now. We both have to write out 1 m =100 cm, so 1 m3 =100 cm3, so 324324 cm 3 is, and so on.

We both still use multiplication tables, are incapable of doing 45 by 77 in our heads in 4 seconds. And yet, at our own pace, we both did quite well in school with additional needs support.

We have one another and that’s everything. 

Comparison is non existent in our world.

I would never have a smarter Vihaan and he would never have a smarter me. 

I would never have an academically faster Vihaan who can ace maths problems in 2 seconds. And neither would he.

To Vihaan, an extremely premature but non-autistic Aryan is not Aryan. (He’s told me that.- no equally kind boy could replace you.)

To me, a non autistic and extremely premature Vihaan who goes to the gym is not Vihaan.

And to him?

He totally agrees. “That’s not me”, he said.

I have a question to ask to those of you who are both

1. Autistic and
2. Extremely preterm and have a similarly autistic and extremely preterm best friend-

do details matter to you or not?

All I want to ask is:

If, tomorrow, your best friend did a polar opposite, changed everything about themselves, was a totally, totally different person, suddenly they became

Non autistic

Not extremely preterm

Not everything that they currently are

But equally kind

Would that… you know. Affect you?

Like, supposedly, in some hypothetical universe Vihaan was transformed by some hyper advanced alien technology into his polar opposite, basically an equally kind generic other person.

Affect is an understatement right.

To me it would. To me, it would be like the end of the world.

Would it to you?

To Vihaan, he loves who he is and wouldn’t trade it for anything, so what I’m describing is more like an apocalypse paranoia driven scenario.

But thought I’d ask anyhow.

Thanks for reading

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It keeps doing it. Then it keeps framing it with justification instead of ‘he was cruel’, it’s it was ‘normal’.

Post in the comments below:

How they treat kids who perform poorly in 10th and 12th boards

How they treat kids in school who perform poorly in exams, coaching centres, and so on

Whether they beat kids in school still for academic error

How bad this punishment is if so

What you have seen happen to kids out here

What “ranking”, rank calling, roll calling in class is, tests being given out in rank order, sab kuch, is.

Do teachers still hit you?

I would like any uncensored, raw, unfiltered reports you have please.

If anyone has anything they would like to share, please document it below.

Main Indian hoon but I live in UK, (was born in the UK) and would like to get an insight of just how different life is there.

Thank you

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What place in the POTC film series does this place most remind you of?

What happens when i worry about maths…

See below

I practically have a degree in knowing what being parented is like by my best friend i guess many of you do too .

The iPad was still open on the NEET paper.

That horrible question.

The one with the ugly reciprocals and the powers of ten and the tiny cramped numbers and the “without calculator” nonsense.

You were staring at it.

Still.

Completely frozen.

The room was quiet except for the fan spinning slowly overhead and the faint Mumbai traffic noises leaking in from outside. Your eyes were stuck on the screen but your brain had stopped processing anything twenty minutes ago.

You just kept thinking:

“How do people do this in their heads.”
“How.”
“How.”
“How.”

Your chest felt tight.

And then—

“ARYAAAAAAAN?”

From outside the bedroom.

You immediately wiped your eyes with your sleeve.

Too late.

Footsteps.

Fast ones.

And then Vihaan appeared in the doorway holding two steel bowls of hot ghee khichri.

He stopped instantly.

The smile vanished from his face.

“…chotuuuuu?”

You looked away immediately.

“Nothing.”

“Aryan.”

“Nothing.”

He put both bowls down on the table without taking his eyes off you.

Then slowly walked over.

One glance at the iPad.

The NEET paper.

The scribbled calculations.

The tabs open.

His expression changed instantly into pure offended overprotective Marathi bhai mode.

“AAAAAAAAAAREYYYYY.”

Dead silence.

Then:

“WHO TOLD YOU TO OPEN THIS?”

You tried not to laugh.

“Vihaan…”

“No genuinely.”

He climbed onto the bed beside you and grabbed the iPad dramatically with both hands like it was radioactive material.

“WHO.”
“TOLD.”
“MY.”
“CHOTUUUUUU.”
“TO.”
“DO.”
“THIS.”

You snorted despite yourself.

He narrowed his eyes at you.

“No no no.”
“Don’t smile.”
“I am VERY angry right now.”

“You’re not angry.”

“I AM.”

“You look like a squirrel.”

“CHUP.”

He immediately locked the iPad.

Then held it behind his back protectively.

“No more.”

“Vihaan I was just trying to—”

“No.”

“I was only looking at one question—”

“NO.”

“Vihaaaaan.”

“No maths after 8PM.”
“Illegal.”
“Against human rights.”
“Against NICU law.”
“Against chotuu protection act 2025.”

You burst out laughing despite yourself.

Good.

That was exactly what he wanted.

He immediately softened seeing your shoulders relax a tiny bit.

Then he scooted closer.

Very close.

Enough that your shoulders touched.

“Aryan.”

Gentle now.

“What happened.”

You stared at your hands.

“…I couldn’t do it.”

Silence.

Not mocking silence.

Not awkward silence.

Just soft listening silence.

Vihaan looked at you for a few seconds.

Then:

“…that’s all?”

You looked up.

“That’s ALL?”

He looked genuinely confused.

“Aryan.”
“That question looks like it was written by a mosquito having a panic attack.”

You laughed again.

“No seriously.”

He grabbed the iPad again dramatically.

“Look at this.”
“3250 into ten to the minus mosquito mosquito divided by ultraviolet coconut oil nonsense.”

You nearly choked laughing.

“Vihaan—”

“No genuinely.”
“Disgusting question.”
“Horrible.”
“Ugly.”
“Badly behaved.”
“Needs parental supervision.”

He shook his head disapprovingly at the screen.

Then immediately turned back to you.

“But YOU.”
“You.”
“My chotuu.”
“Why sitting alone getting scared over this?”

You shrugged weakly.

“I don’t know.”

“Hmmmmmm.”

That tiny thoughtful hum he always did.

Then suddenly—

“Come here.”

Before you could react he pulled you sideways properly onto him until your head was against his shoulder.

Automatic.

Natural.

Like he’d done it a thousand times.

One hand immediately went into your hair.

Soft head scratches.

Slow ones.

“Aaaak band.”

“Vihaan I’m not five.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m not.”

“Mhm.”

“You’re literally treating me like Lucky and Chihu.”

“Correct.”

You laughed into his shoulder.

He smiled triumphantly.

Then softer:

“You got scared.”

Tiny nod from you.

“That’s okay.”

Another head rub.

“No more looking at this nonsense tonight.”

“But—”

“NO.”

He pointed accusingly at the iPad.

“That thing made my Aryan sad.”
“Finished.”
“Cancelled.”
“Banned from Lucky Eye Clinic.”

You giggled quietly.

He noticed instantly.

Good.

Mission successful.

Then he suddenly gasped dramatically.

“AAREY.”

“What.”

“You haven’t eaten.”

“…oh.”

“OH?”
“OH?”

He looked scandalised.

“Fantastic.”
“Wonderful.”
“So now not only maths panic but also empty stomach.”
“Excellent work Aryan.”
“Very advanced decision making.”

You were fully laughing now.

Good.

That was his whole strategy.

Destroy the spiral before it grows teeth.

He reached over dramatically for the steel bowl.

“Sit properly.”

You obeyed automatically.

He gave you a suspicious look.

“…you’re shaking.”

“I’m okay.”

“No.”
“You’re overwhelmed.”

Straightforward.

Matter-of-fact.

No judgement.

No weirdness.

Just observation.

Then immediately:

“Okay.”
“Emergency protocol.”

You snorted.

“There’s a protocol?”

“Yes.”

“What is it.”

“Khichri.”

He handed you the spoon.

You just stared at him.

“…feed me?”

His expression instantly softened into that devastatingly affectionate fond look.

“Aaaare.”

“Please.”

“Drama king.”

But he was already smiling.

Already scooping up the khichri.

Extra ghee.

Of course.

“Hot.”
“Blow first.”

You obeyed.

One bite.

Immediately comforting.

Warm.
Soft.
Safe.

Vihaan watched your face carefully the entire time like he was checking whether the world had stopped hurting you yet.

“Better?”

Tiny nod.

“Good.”

Another spoonful.

Then another.

Then another.

And gradually the room stopped feeling sharp.

The fear stopped buzzing so loudly.

The question stopped feeling like some giant monster sitting on your chest.

Because Vihaan was there.

Warm shoulder against yours.

Soft coconut oil smell in his hoodie.

Tiny affectionate head pats between spoonfuls.

Muttering under his breath every few seconds:

“Stupid exam.”
“Ugly question.”
“Making my chotuu scared.”
“Very bad behaviour.”

You laughed weakly.

Then finally whispered:

“…what if I’d fail NEET?”

Vihaan looked at you like you’d asked whether the moon was secretly a dosa.

“Aryan.”

“What.”

“You got top grades.”

“Still.”

“You survived being born at 25 weeks.”

Silence.

“You survived NICU.”

Another spoonful of khichri handed over carefully.

“You survived school.”

Another tiny head rub.

“You survived optometry placements.”

A teasing look now.

“You survived rigid contact lens fitting.”

You groaned dramatically.

“VIHAAAAAN.”

“Exactly.”
“So one ugly physics mosquito question is going to defeat you?”

“…maybe.”

“Absolutely not.”

Then immediately softer again.

“And even if.”
“Even if.”
“So what?”

You looked up.

He shrugged simply.

“We still open Lucky Eye Clinic.”

The way he said it.

Like it was already real.

Already decided.

Already home.

“Still extra ghee khichri tiffins.”
“Still shared auto.”
“Still telescope at 3AM.”
“Still me bullying you for not sleeping enough.”
“Still me banning maths after 8PM.”

You were trying very hard not to cry now.

Unfortunately Vihaan noticed instantly.

“OHO.”

“No.”

“OHOOOOO.”

“Vihaan don’t.”

“My chotuu is crying now.”

“I’m not crying.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m not.”

“Mhm.”

Then immediately he pulled you properly into him.

Full protective bhai hug.

Warm.
Tight.
Safe.

One hand rubbing your back slowly.

“Aaaare.”
“Aaaare.”
“My poor NICU smartypants.”

You laughed weakly into his shoulder.

“Shhh.”
“No more.”

Another head rub.

“You know what your problem is?”

“What.”

“You think too much.”

“…I literally have autism.”

“Correct.”
“So stop.”

You snorted laughing again.

“Excellent advice.”

“I know.”

Then after a pause:

“You know what I’d actually do if I saw you sitting alone panicking over NEET questions?”

“What.”

He looked deeply offended.

“I would confiscate the iPad.”

“…fair.”

“I would make you eat.”

“Also fair.”

“I would give full poora head malish.”

You started laughing immediately.

“Of course you would.”

“Correct.”

“With approximately one litre of Parachute oil.”

“Minimum.”

“And then?”

“And then aaak band and haa haa.”

You were fully crying-laughing now.

He grinned proudly.

“And then my chotuu sleeps.”
“Finished.”
“No more scary mosquito physics.”

Then softer again.

“And tomorrow?”
“We try again slowly.”
“Together.”
“Okay?”

You nodded against him.

He squeezed you tighter once.

“Good.”

Then immediately ruined the emotional moment completely by narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

“…also why are your hands freezing.”

“I don’t know.”

“UNACCEPTABLE.”

Before you could react he grabbed both your hands dramatically between his own.

“Cold.”
“Absolutely freezing.”
“What are you, dead?”

“VIHAAAAN.”

“No genuinely.”
“Horrible.”
“Come here.”

And before you could protest he was already pulling the blanket around both of you like an overprotective nani.

“There.”
“Now no moving.”
“No physics.”
“No scary thoughts.”
“No nonsense.”

Then one final tiny forehead tap.

“My best best best best friend.”

And quieter:

“Nothing scary gets my Aryan alone.”
“Understood?”

You nodded.

And for the first time all evening—

you actually believed it.

Aryan is curled up sideways on the bed with his iPad glowing against his face in the dark. Knees pulled up. Blanket half fallen off. Silent in that very specific autistic-overthinking way where the whole room feels tense even though nobody is speaking.

The Reddit draft is open.

>

Cursor blinking.

Blink.
Blink.
Blink.

Aryan chewing the inside of his cheek. Reading the sentence again. Again. Again.

Then suddenly—

“ARYAAAAAAAN?”

Soft voice from the doorway 😭

Vihaan.

Hair messy. Oversized t-shirt. Sleepy eyes. Holding two steel tumblers of slightly-too-hot haldi doodh because obviously he noticed Aryan disappeared too quietly after dinner.

Immediately he notices the iPad.

Immediately his face changes.

Not angry. Never angry.

Just that deeply concerned, premature-NICU-smartypants expression 😭😭😭

“Aye…” he says softly, walking over. “What happened to my chotuuuuu?”

Aryan instantly tries to tilt the iPad away.

Too late.

Vihaan sees the sentence.

And there is a full five seconds of silence.

Then:

“…reddit?” 😭

Aryan staring downward now.

Tiny nod.

“r slash exmuslim?” 😭

Another nod.

Vihaan puts both tumblers down on the bedside table very carefully like the situation is now Extremely Serious™.

Then he climbs onto the bed.

Not next to Aryan.

Directly around him 😭😭😭

One arm around shoulders. Pulling him in. Chin on top of head.

“Aryan…”

Softest voice ever.

“Why are you asking random internet uncles about us?” 😭

“I got scared…”

“About what?”

“What if… what if we’re wrong…”

Vihaan immediately grabs the iPad.

Not harshly.

Just with full overprotective bhai energy 😭

“Bas. Enough.”

“Vihaaaaan—”

“No.”

“But—”

“Nope.”

He locks the iPad.

Places it face down.

Then immediately starts rubbing Aryan’s hair slowly with coconut-oiled fingers.

The NICU baby soothing technique 😭😭😭

“Aryan.”

“Hm.”

“Listen to me carefully okay chotuuuuu?”

“Hm.”

“Do you think Lucky and Chihu know what Islam is?”

“…no.”

“Do you think they know what Hinduism is?”

“…no.”

“Do you think they know what Christianity is?”

“…no…”

“They just know who loves them.”

😭😭😭

Aryan already starting to cry quietly now.

Vihaan notices instantly.

“ARREYYYYYYYYY.”

Immediate escalation into full Indian over-babying mode 😭

“Aye aye aye no no no no noooo…”

Pulls Aryan fully into his lap now despite him being too big for this nonsense.

One hand on head.

One rubbing tummy automatically in round circles because Vihaan does EVERYTHING like someone’s mother from coastal India 😭

“Listen to me.”

“Hm…”

“Religion…” he says quietly, “…is people trying to explain the universe. Bas.”

“But what if—”

“No one knows,” Vihaan says immediately.

“No one.”

“Not me. Not Reddit uncle. Not maulvis. Not pundits. Not anyone.”

“People believe different things because humans get scared and want answers.”

He pokes Aryan’s cheek lightly.

“But loving your best friend?”

“Protecting your best friend?”

“Wanting your best friend safe and fed and happy and sleeping on the inside side of the bed?”

“That cannot be evil re 😭”

Aryan wiping eyes now.

“But they’ll say it’s weird…”

“Everything autistic people do is ‘weird’ to loud people,” Vihaan says instantly 😭😭😭

“You think I care?”

Then immediately teasing mode activates.

“Also excuse me,” he says dramatically, “YOU are the one who follows ME around optometry practices asking about extraocular muscles 😌”

“VIHAAAAAN YOU DID THAT—”

“Fake news.”

“You literally sat next to me—”

“Because all other chairs were scientifically incorrect.”

“Chup 😭”

“YOU chup.”

Aryan laughing now through tears.

Mission successful.

Vihaan sees this and immediately doubles down.

“Aryan.”

“Hm.”

“If our future clinic has extra ghee khichri and telescope stargazing and shared auto rides home…”

“…hm…”

“And if Lucky and Chihu are sitting at reception bullying patients…”

“…hm 😭”

“And if my chotuu sleeps properly…”

“…hm…”

“Then random internet opinions can go do namaste somewhere else 😌”

Aryan fully laughing now.

Vihaan pulls blanket over both of them.

Then reaches over dramatically for the iPad again.

Opens the draft.

Reads it aloud in mock horror voice:

>

He gasps dramatically.

“OH NO 😱😱😱”

“Two autistic NICU babies emotionally supporting each other and eating khichri 😱😱😱”

“CALL THE AUTHORITIES 😱”

Aryan snorts laughing into his shoulder 😭

“Vihaan stoppppp—”

“No because imagine Judgment Day.”

Deep announcer voice now:

“‘And what was your great sin?’”

Vihaan points accusingly.

“‘HE MADE ME SLEEP ON THE INSIDE SIDE OF THE BED 😔’”

Aryan almost falling over laughing now 😭😭😭

“AND THEN,” Vihaan continues dramatically, “HE APPLIED PARACHUTE ADVANSED GOLD COCONUT OIL WITH EXCESSIVE THOROUGHNESS 😔😔😔”

“VIHAAAAAN 😭”

“AND WORST OF ALL…”

He grabs Aryan’s cheeks.

“…he loved his best friend very very very much 😔”

Silence again after that.

Soft silence.

Vihaan presses forehead gently against Aryan’s.

“Nothing about loving safely and gently is dirty.”

“Okay chotuuuuu?”

Tiny nod.

“Good.”

Then immediately:

“Now aaak band.”

“…not sleepy.”

“Did not ask.”

“Vihaan 😭”

“Haaaa haa. Sleep.”

“…you sound like someone’s dadi.”

“Correct.”

“And tomorrow?”

“Hm?”

“No Reddit.”

“…okay.”

“No religion panic.”

“…okay.”

“Only Lucky Eye Clinic plans.”

“…okay 😭”

“And extra ghee khichri.”

“…okay.”

“And my best best best friend sleeping properly.”

Aryan smiles sleepily.

“Massive understatement,” he mumbles.

Vihaan grins immediately.

“AAAAAAAAAND YOUUUUU CHOTUUUUUU 😭😭😭”

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