A fascinating thing that happens when you meet Sapna is ‘The Tatoo talk’. She has inked every possible inch of her body, right from her neck to her toes. It is not a surprise that people turn around twice when she is at social gatherings or when she is walking down the streets, receiving scornful looks. Right from her childhood, she has been hearing that ‘our bodies symbolize temples’. On that note, Sapna says,
I don’t believe that it is “time” that heals everything because time could pass and you could still be sad, upset, or whatever emotion it is that you’re feeling. It’s really you who has to heal yourself. No one else can do that. Of course, people can help. You might have amazing friends, family, a therapist, coach, teacher, etc who help you through tough times. They are just pillars of support. It’s you who
As Independence Day looms around the corner each year, patriotic songs and chants are blasted through speakers everywhere. An implosion of nationalistic pride takes place, with numerous tales of the Freedom struggle recounted. Obviously, when you were a child all that isn’t really apparent as much. Come to think of it, the most striking memories of this occasion were the flag hoisting ceremonies and the parades. Bellowing out the National Anthem was fun too.
Remember being a child? The time of your life when you didn’t have a care in the world about work, assignments or submissions? Remember when you actually laughed at cartoons slipping on banana peels instead of questioning its real life validity? Each day was exciting and we always looked forward to learning. Inspiration was easily found and we dug our stub little noses into everything! But it’s around this time, i.e. the teenage, when
If You Ever think the city has lost its color, Go, sit by the oldest stream feel your feet against her flow. And as she stills your mind, she shows you the reflections, sparkling, like the flipping of Shades and Tints of a familiar color. Go, walk through its devouring market spend that last penny, on the little girl’s champa garland And, then you hear the tinkle of the too much metal of
As I while away my time, I feel the grave winds caressing my face. The sound of balls and chains booming in my ears. I am almost in a state of wonder. There is a feeling in my head that’s weighing me down. A feeling of burden. I have a sense of uneasiness and I feel pressure in my head. Who or what is pressurizing me? I don’t think that I am that busy.
“The time will come when diligent research over long periods will bring to light things which now lie hidden. A single lifetime, even though entirely devoted to the sky, would not be enough for the investigation of so vast a subject… And so this knowledge will be unfolded through long successive ages. There will come a time when our descendants will be amazed that we did not know things that are so plain to
She saw a dream. A beautiful dream. Clear and bright, like streams of sunlight. So vivid, and breathtaking. Like discovering another dimension of being, another sense, or a brand new color. She found purpose. She sacrificed every waking minute, and every minute spent otherwise, to it. Hours were spent trying to put that vision into words, hidden in obscure pages to protect them from disbelievers’ eyes. She wrote wildly, hands stained with ink –
History, more or less, would have been different from the present had the past been altered. Every single decision, every single action, every single deed of the past has led us onto the course which we are breathing right now. So, let us analyze the events that are responsible for the current course of the present in a chronological order. You will note that each consecutive event was the direct or an indirect effect
Like many others, I’ve been obsessed with the idea of finding intelligent life in the Universe. I try to make vague guesses to fit into the Drake equation, which tries to determine the number of active, communicative life forms in the Universe; sometimes I speculate about all the conspiracy theories out there and check out the SETI website every now and then. The Golden Record mocks me – “humanity in a bottle in the
You are pretty With your smile reaching your eyes, And your eyes shining with a sparkle I find only in glitter. You are lovely With your laughter, Making my day A hundred times better. You are strong, Learning to grow on your own, And yet knowing exactly, When to lean on. You are different, Yet so strikingly similar, A friend, a sister, And in so many ways, A soul mate. -From your faraway friend,Divyajyoti
I wait for the sun to disappear, hide behind the clouds and go below the horizon. The evening is young, as young as the morning. If you’re aloof enough, you could mistake it for a sunrise, or a new beginning. They say the nights are dark, and the shadows long, but I am a creature of the shadows. When the world has fought its battles and escaped from democratic cages (of the people, for
I clutched the question paper tightly as my eyes welled up with tears. It was the last paper of my tenth boards exam and like the rest of my papers, it had been a mess. Accustomed to always coming out happy from an examination hall, this was a whole new thing for me. With a heavy heart, I came home cursing my luck, a single question reverberating in my mind, WHY ME? Sensing my
I’ve always thought, for a really long time that despair, misery, and melancholia worked like the three weird witches from Macbeth and brewed up concoctions that fueled creativity in the most beautiful ways possible. Every time I got even a teensy bit sad, I made sure I channelized it well into words and to my surprise, I wasn’t disappointed even once. Poems, quotes, and write-ups that would scream, screech and squall out the pain
On a short ride back home from college a few days ago, I asked myself a question. “What would life be like right now, if I had loads of free time?” I could imagine spending more time with friends, maybe go to a movie this weekend and finish a novel that’s been lying by my bedside for days. All that would’ve been fine, but I also imagined myself doing something else – being miserable.
Dear Beautiful Soul, I know you hate what you see in the mirror. I know you want to leave. I know you think that you do not matter. I know it is hard. Sometimes life throws obstacles in your way that are too hard to overcome, and it’s rough going through it alone. People can try to understand your depression, anxiety or whatever circumstance you’re in… but it doesn’t seem enough, does it? It
When I haven’t got any blue, I use RED. – Pablo Picasso It has been an old habit of humans to outsource their emotions to their natural environment. A sunny day on an azure represents mirth and sanguinity while a grayish rainy day portrays sadness and depression. One such element of the natural environment is color. Colors play a pivotal role in human psychology. We have attached a spectrum of our feelings onto the
Eyes are, perhaps, the greatest and most wonderful gift bestowed upon us, the human beings, by our creator due to the fact they give us the capability to witness the beautiful landscape around us. Seeing is a ritual, a pristine ritual. It is the simplest way to pass time, glancing around at the ordinary things, wondering about their existence, which eventually leads into a train of thought. Many things that exist today exist due
One of the most enduring Greek myths is Pandora’s box. Legend has it that Pandora accidentally opened a jar which housed every cursed thing known to man. Disease, famine, war and so on escaped to plague humanity for eternity. However there was something else in the jar. It was hope. You see, hope is the one thing that allows mankind to trudge forward through the trenches of despair. Be it war, disaster or
The doldrums at the oceans or I’d rather call it an ocean of doldrums. It is obvious that both aren’t the same. In an informative way, we believe that oceans are a place of unrelenting storms, tall waves, gales and a home to perpetual vigorous climatic activity, however, it is not always so. The ocean can be as calm as the eye of a hurricane or even calmer than the windless desert. This very
TED and TEDx talks have always sparked my interest. I’ve always wanted to attend a TED event.Little did I know that the first TEDx event I’d attend would be the one I helped organize. My first TEDx event was as a team member and as an attendee-through-the-wings. I distinctly remember the first time I got to know about anything close to TEDx in college. Turns out there was. An initiative, sort of. It was
How does she know where everything is kept? How is she right everytime? How does she figure the state of my mind just by my voice? How does she have a solution to every problem I have?! How? These are some questions which leave every child in wonder. Mother. The bedrock of our existence. You might be an independent adult with tons of responsibilities but we all know that the minute you have a
When movies first came out in the 1900s, they were black and white. To the lay man, it was the wonderment of watching something move on a screen. It didn’t matter much that it wasn’t filled with colors – the joy was in watching the replication of the past onto a screen; over and over again. Eventually, shades of grey enhanced the existing black and white images. As children, our lives start off black