NIGHTMARE

Let's talk about the slaughter house .
Resemblance of shattered dreams and doubts , such is the slaughter house .
Slaughter house for Homo Sapiens
Different for different grounds .

A slsughter house for animals and a humiliating environment for human beings is equally suffocating.
Slaying and dying is no easy , but for sure easier than giving up anticipations each day and seeing optimism being faded each passing day .
When I clobber about the same with respect to the prodigies , I barely refer to physical conditions .
I blabber about the predominant cornerstone of freedom

Freedoms does not necessarily fall in the arms of Independence, neither does it signify complete non adherence to all the aspects of life which are unsuitable and incongruous.
My definition of this seven lettered dictionary inhabitant is slightly different .
It does not mean absconding and portraying a dark side to responsibilities or ethics . It does not either mean a negating and an ill treatment of free will.

It simply means having a potent ,convincing and fervent command over the will and courage to move away from the person or a thing which is keeping the alacrity of the soul at bay .
Freedom must not be negatively mixed up with ' Complete satisfaction of desires and urges ' .
It means letting go of one's own negativity and adopting an approach which recommends tranquility to heighten its level each passing day.

A complete erroneous meaning of Freedom which would eradicate the essence of  truth would be contradicting ethics and morals which societal need demands. FREEDOM nowhere signifies negligence of absoluteness of truth and faith. It does not either is a delienation of refuting to pay respect to others. Let us come on real grounds.
Freedom is restricted to one's ownself. Freedom's bandwidth is rudimentary, in the sense that it is refrained to a certain extent.


It's network does not cover EVERYONE and EVERYTHING.
EVERYONE: You do not have to be well versed with each born prodigy in this vast Galaxy. Diversified gens with distinguished attributes!
Freedom necessarily has certain regulations to abide by. The elementary ordinance suggests each individual, rather implies certain basic prescriptions upon the significance of the word 'FREEDOM.' This simple seven lettered word has an extravagant meaning which never should should become a propellant in situations. Never cross the line of the elucidation of this word.
It never is hysterical to result in the ceasement of gratitude, abidement of regulations and belief in ethics.
'Walk away from someone when the specified someone is plagiarising your happiness to their lives. Walk away. Let loose of the strings of dependence. Eye Opener's Mechanism is all set to be released.'

EVERYTHING: There is no particular substantial reason as to be a substantial part of each existing subsistent. Be picky and do not squander over extraneous and trivial.

Live young, wild and free.

-Devna Nagi

Happy Sentinel

             
                 UNFURLING CHARISMATC

A particular cruise might not matter prominently unless you solemnly look at it and realise that it has existed for a juncture, a long phrase of time.
Hideously, something owns your life and heads it with poise.
Sometimes, optimism is dislocated, the term abberation gets disappeared, annoyance casts its shadow,     pessimism traces along the coastline and the gloom, the morose overshadows gluttony. But, one source of positivity signifies its enormous existence whether it is during harmony or sully.
The most beautiful thing which would be titled and given the sobriquet of beautiful for all roots of survival, becomes that source of happiness which gave you solace when life only knew how to deride and embezzle.
I have somehow firmly believed and adjusted my destiny with the word 'Possible'.
Somehow the dingy essence has been digged from the holocaust of 'Impossible' , safely transported it to the sac of 'Possible' , transformed into fragrance and stored it in a mini jar, to be kept for ages to live eccentrically and not just survive.
The sunrise would no more connot deep quietude, instead each sparkling ray, each enticing sunrise would engrave and imprint blitheness.

There always exists one particular thing which pulls you out magnetically from your yellow belly phase.
There always exists one particular etymology which  shatters the myth and gives home to solicitudes, pragmatic, systemic and melancholic, disrupted.

Life?
Ubiquitous and ambiguous!
Bleeds eternally with tears of love and meticulousness.
Gloom and boom!
Sulks and solace!
Or probably, the entire distincted dictionary of Homophones.
Such is life, it metaphorically sounds mellifluous, but this melody is ephemeral, like a bubble, transient.
The tunes and the beats are synchronised to engage harmony and sooner or later shenigans sway and shackles break.

'OXYMORON'?
'LIFE'!

But I revert mentioning my point that there exists one particular etymology which breaks down the  cuffs of flightless situatuons.

This blog had been that etymology, that origin for me.
My first post had been 'Oxymoron: Life, Wind in Drowning Boats'.
Premier annum circumvented around the same.
Second annum won't conclude without mentioning about the first post which innaugrated this blog ceremoniously.

This piece of writing is special and I found my happy thing.
What's yours?

Tears and mororse;
Smiles and merriness
Life and life.
Sustain your happiness
With your happy thing.
Shatter the impregnable wall,
Studded with gloom.
My happy thing, I found mine.
Go for yours,
For, only this would be a recreant,
Would break your cuffs.
Would Handcuff stress and
Lock up your mess.
Carry the charm
Maintain your calm.
Imprint love
Engrave intensity.
Find your happy sentinel,
Because at times you would be ineffable
And like this blog for me, something would come to your rescue.

They do not bleed.

Some people bleed with utter mercilessness and others write with utter extravagance.
Writers are dual faced but not Janus faced . Being dual faced is something we apparently contemplate to be possessed by negativity and pessimism . On the other hand when I gauge the term to be pretty much appropriate for writers , I typically take a flight and without being devious , I reframe it as the sac of bright rays and optimism . When writers can be suitable awarded the title of 'Blessing in Disguise', they surely can be associated with the LEGEND of being Dual faced . One simple and fairy delineation lies in the fact that writers are beautiful in and out and they scatter beauty in its crystalline form .
Even when their melancholic spirit is in an unstoppable swing , they won't really cease to ink the fragile yet such a mighty paper . Fragile yet mighty sounds like I am pretty perplexed myself . But writers are like that , they fabricate all the worldly attires in very unique specifications , but the simplicity and eloquence comes to certain wanderers in calm and shallow waves . So when I opine, 'Fragile and mighty' , I clearly contend one thing . That one thing is that a writer intends to disassociate all the tender emotions from his potent heart on a piece of paper .
A piece of paper is truly astonishing too . Two drops of water and feels like it is submerged in unbeatable wetness , but is competent enough to steadily absorb and then get entirely subdued in the ocean of stars , stars of words . Dual faced the paper as well as the influential painter , painter of galvanisation of letters deep into roots of hearts and hearts and millions of hearts . Even when they leave cues of non enchantment aspects , they assimilate wonders , they write , write in a  way that no one could patently capture all of it in one go .
Convincingly, writers are legends, true heroes. The respect for each writer out there is surely extravagant and immoderate. Alienation towards the world harmoniously connects their sentimental dots with the vast globe spread around.
When they are undergoing the process of enstragement, that is when is their best hour to concatenate with people. The best part is that this building up of connection is subtle and natural, because their gloom brings the best out of them and consequently gens around get subdued with the same emotions, connecting them in an utterly peculiar way.

But writers write instead of getting that facial ache.
Writers write instead of feeling that physical ache.
Writers write to not get traumatised.
They do scatter in pieces but their sword is so mighty that all the broken pieces get amalgamated and the wandering soul becomes consolidated.


Such are writers .
Some people don't bleed , they write and
Such people are immortal .
Such gems have had ambrosia immortality .
They rule worlds and ages .
They belong to people giving them innumerable wonders.
Such are writers .
They don't bleed .
They write .
Such are writers .


-Continuation of Such are Writers 

Such are writers .

                   SUCH ARE WRITERS    

I have overwhelmingly heard about the fact that writers' swords get the mightiest when their  agony is at the zenith , when their  melancholy is overshadowing their jocular imprints and when there are their sulking cries being heard.

Writers earn intensity and vehemence once their lives get submerged in the cornerstone of grief .
Writers probably represent the predicament of 'Blessing in Disguise' .

 It's like even when they are absolutely bereft of beauty and quietude and happiness , something absolutely blissful and engaging is on the way to be produced . A tender piece of paper carries amalgamation of letters which is engaging enough to catch hold of anyone's attention . Once the humans leaf through the words , might and main of severity of appreciation surely goes up . That is when they wonder and opine 'Blessing in disguise' . 

Even when a circumstance filled with despondency arises , there comes up a tombstone of words which gets inscribed in hearts of millions for years and imprinted on the tender pale pages for centuries .

Writers are like that . They could get slayed with gloom and ache but would never fail to gift a dashboard of happiness to others , be it anonymous or be it kith and kin .
Writers are like painters . The synonymous approach of the two is beautiful and irresistible in its own way . Potent swords of writers and curvy gadgets of painters have one thing in common and that is they metamporphosise life by splashing colours , colours of joy and joy of love .
Such are writers . 

They would paint your little world with waves of emotions and attitudes of mush .
They lift you up from the deserted aroma and put you back into your gluttony stage once again - happy eating and gladly dancing . 
But , beyond the shadow of a doubt , they transmute your ethics and sober values and would indubitably transfix them on the promenade carved for it specially . 

Writers paint your little room with oean of wisdom and constellation of words . 

Writers colour love .

Writers write joy .

Writers mount elation .

Writers are like Adam and Eve . First founders of optimism and life .

Writers drink ambrosia , the nectar of God sent below by the Gods in heaven above with blissful  essence only .

Ambrosia the drink solely meant for Lords above and writers here on Earth , on this Terra Firma . 
It's a bliss , pondered about and not globalised instinctively , rather is only Symbolised for the DIVINE. For , as sure as Devils do exist , writers are the divine souls .


WELL , WRITERS ARE THE ONLY MORTAL HOMO SAPIENS WHO ARE ETHICALLY IMMORTAL BECAUSE THEY GET EMBEDDED IN SOME NOOK AMD CORNER OF HEARTS IN THE MOST DEMURE MANNER .


Writers steal the bitterness and restock the sac with souvenirs worth cherishing . Writers have solicitudes which promise golden rules in lives who are ready to assimilate the brilliant productions . Their  stigma is that immortal drink , that drink which makes them eternal in sulking eyes of millions of gens.


Their cups are always filled with rim of nectar with brim . Their nectar which keeps them alive forever is love they tend to blossom in one's eyes already rummaging for the cabinet of compassion .

Such  are writers .
Such is their lives .
Never ephemeral.
Never transient .
Never undying .
Never fading .
Always sempiternal .
Always perpetual .
Always sketched up with sanctuary of endearment and charm of love .


Such are writers .
They never die .
They are immortal .
Not for Ten days , but forever.

BECAUSE

Ten days are not ten months .
Ten months are Not ten years .
Ten years are not ten centuries and
Ten centuries are not ten millenniums .


But writers are immortal in millions of inflamed and compassionate hearts .
Hearts very vulnerable to affliction and anguish become subtle once a writer crosses thier way be it in reality or be it the case of virtual reality - books .
The heart so prone to immortal dismal once again regains its peace with uttermost absoluteness .
Crestfallen minds get sbbmerged with high spirits .
Such are writers . They would make you understand the crust of self reliance and internal charm
and mystique which is spellbounding .
Such are writers . They never die. They will forever live in our meek pounding sacs and their names will be engraved on the benevolent pieces of paper .

For not for days but they would be celebrated for ages and their presence would be commemorated even for longer , in hearts .
Such are writers .
Such are writers .
Such are writers.

SIGNING OFF
-DEVNA NAGI

Sobriquet of life.

                SOBRIQUET OF LIFE

We all keep on hunting the invisible answer of the perplexed question 'What is life?'

Well as I scribble this with abrubt thoughts , certain accurate and erroneous answers pop up in my head.

The ones at the zeneath are self interrogating  , basically the question weaves a tangled web for further questions.
'Is life a chaos?' Or 'Is life a beautiful mess?' Or 'Is life about love' or 'Is life about hate' or 'Is life about Science?' Or 'Is life about religion?' Or 'Is life about being selfish?' Or 'Is life about living for others'
Or 'Is life about gloom' or 'Is life about positivity and hope?' Or 'Is life about being pantheist and believing that God's world is different , the one where Lord exists with glitter and enchantment all around?'
OR
'BASICALLY WHAT IS IT?

We all get through phases where at times the level of our ecstasy is unreachable and at times , the darkness slays us internally.
Its natural to get bewildered and confused and then understand life , the word with just 4 letters , the easiest pronounciation and a word easily to grasp.

But then the name of this blog : OXYMORON.
AND THE SITUATION CREATED HERE , SOMEWHAT THE SAME.

That is why I was compelled to name it this.
The moment I sit , put my writing caps on , be a bit technical in my approach , all I can do is relate everything to the sobriquet of this blog : OXYMORON
Similiar is life, sugarcoated with glamour and internally accumulated with poison.

Now the question is whether the sugarcoat is too sweet to lower down the effect of poison and bring it to level nil ?
OR
Whether the poison is too eccentric and fallacious to abnegate oneself?

Okayy if I ask , what is an apple?
A stupid question? An apple is an apple.

Or we keep asking : ' If an apple is a box of red sweetness?' Or 'Is it nature's medication?' .
Height of lunacy.
An apple is a fruit.
An apple is an apple

The point lies in the fact that we tend to complicate things.

Everything created by God is a simple yet a very prepossessing creation.
Everything is way too straight.
So 'IF AN APPLE IS AN APPLE' , 'A BIRD IS A BIRD' , then even 'LIFE IS LIFE'

We are not charmers that happiness will automatically knock at our sealed doors.
We got to approach the euphoria and thr very essence of happiness.

Life is a simple journey , a journey where 'Left turn ' is full of thorns and scorns.
'Right turn ' is half filled with thorns and half with tender accumulations.
Then there is a very narrow path with no thorns , no riddles , just serenity and tranquility.
 It is in our hands to be decisive of the path to be followed.
Gens don't admire the left graveyard of silence and gloom.
Gens are not gems , so destiny does not flourish them with the decision of following the right turn.
Then here people are disobeying the law of poetry 'Take the road less travelled by'
Or perhaps people have followed it way  too much and everybody follows the central path . Path which is not only about sad faces but smiles and grins too.

If we do not follow the central path , we can take the right turn. Right turn is righteous of beauty , joviality and calmness.

It is so simple "Take the right turn "
Is it only simple to opine or to follow too?
Well if we endeavour to obnoxiously decorate the right turn with hurdles and barriers of melancholy , we can't blame Life.
We have to blame ourselves.
Therefore we become the masters of oxymoron and not life. The sobriquet assigned to it perhaps should be transferred to us.

Agreed that there are situations which are destined  and unavoidable , but there are solutions to everything , to every riddle and to every enigma.

Perhaps , we complicate life.
Life is very simple.
Life is life.

Remember two rules always and divert the soul towards  THE RIGHT turn.

1. Anything that happens gives a ray of optimism.
Anything that happens , happens for good.
2. Everything is temporary , even grief and pain, perhaps even the thought of taking a right turn solves the mystery and lets one paradisaically  follow  it.

-Devna Nagi

APRIL 2, 16

                APRIL 2 , 2016. 

After a long time , I am religiously getting back to pen down my previaling thoughts pouring in as much beautification as I can. 

Just as I got to my feet to diligently type out, I gladly came across a post which was beautiful in its genuine sense.

The post was somehow linked with the storyline of PS : I LOVE YOU, except for the change that a dying parent left a golden platter of shining words , each letter having a magnificience in its own attire.

A dying parent , fighting with the fatal fighter , Cancer , started on a never ending journey in his mid 30's. A jouney from where he would watch out for his loved ones as a celestial soul up there , but would never be able to pat his son's shoulder when he would probably be proud of his first girlfriend.

Parents who know that they would no longer be able to live with their kids are the parents whose dismal can sway away anyone , powerfully.

Such was a father who wanted to  live with his son while shining up there , so this man  with tears in his eyes kept on writing angelic pieces of words .
He kept on leaving elegant letters with each rare word having its own significance.
Word has been complimented with rare because the father would soon become oblivion of life.

I would like to fabricate one or two out of the treasure .
The solidified azzure , the shining star high up has tears while the son waves off the letter with the edge of his reminiscent fingers and commences to read with quivering hands and a blunt speech.


When he passed away with a sunken heart leaving souls rusted with gloom.
It said :
"Son , I know I was wrong that I left you alone over there. But trust me your life has a lot in store for you. You know your mom is holding a photograph and crying. Go over to her and tell her that I miss you all and I am watching you guys.


During hard days at school :
Son, you are 18. Your life is a mess . Right?
Mark my words . It is a beautiful mess.
Live rach second fully. Experiment a different 'You'. You are free to grow.
Love your changes and accept the flaws of your inner strength and the world too. .
Love , dad.

When the son gets success. :
Congratulations son for whichever success step you are at right now. I am fine. God treats me well. Succes is unattainable , son. What you have is a token of appreciation.
You need more tokens for construction of a staircase to the reach that unattainable echelon. Make the staircase such that unattainable becomes easily accomplishable.

When married :
Son , today I will tell you something actually as a strict parent. She would be here to complete you and scare you when it comes to occupying the same room.
Its just not you , it is about you and her , together. Respect her . These moments never come back. Capture their essence and recapture the golden moments .
Love , dad."

When mother is gone.

"She is with me."
These 4 words sound so gragarious .
"She is with me . I missed her. Don't get impulsive. Love , dad."


When inevitable death  is near :
"You are a man walking with a stick , with white hair down your pie like bald.
For convivial environment , chant the supreme's name. You are near to the end. Approaching death towards life is like an azzure with mixed thoughts.
You can't walk or talk
Just close your eyes and recollect each of your memory , reading my words .
Memories will make you realise how magnificient your life had been ."

You would be gone until now.
But see you soon buddy. We'll shine together brilliantly.
Love , dad.

Writing this  brought tears in my eyes.
Hold on close to your parents. They love you . Love them .
Time is slipping away .


- 4599 :) 

OXYMORON

 STRANDS  OF  BEAUTIFUL MESS      

when one solemnly broods about life , 

when one cudgel one's brain about the extravagance of life

when one contemplates about the testimony of life, 

we commence ruminating another word and that is Self Indulgence.

Okay let's not beat about the bush , let us be straight forward in today's dynamic approach.

Life is about an arm and a leg, sac of costly affaires.

Today , 'Dynamism of Life Vs Unprepossessing Realities' completes its PREMIERE ANNIVERSARY , ITS  INAUGURAL JUBILEE.

And I have a long list of inferences regarding the drowning boat , LIFE , as my first post designated it. This long list did not come to its existence on its own , like a certain charming miracle , but it approached to me , actually to my 'BY CHANCE' observations. 

Gradually , the cycle of metamorphosis plunged into , and there I broke the ice and actually started observing combination of facets ,  happy and sad , vibrant and condescending. 

And trust me for a while , looking around the world , just throwing a glittery glance around, suffices. Believe in me when I opine about noticing people and understanding the beautiful depth and the  miserable impression of their lives and then you feeling like the person you needed when you were younger. 

If you re read the last few words of a person who has submitted to the almighty , you actually would feel beautiful just the way you would if you keenly notice the last few words of the last paragraph , signifying 'Be the person you needed when you were younger'. 

Desolated state sometimes turns into an intoxicated state once again. Why?

Because at times , a celestial stranger might come up and make it all charismatic once again.

Walk around , you might be able to be that CELESTIAL STRANGER.

You would feel a bit outlandish by the last two words . 

CELESTIAL STRANGER , OXYMORON , for we had been taught to generally be outweighed by the bizarre strangers , the weird interlopers. 

But such crescent interlocks and situations might result into A beautiful oxymoron. 

THIS PARTICULAR POST MIGHT REFLECT A SITUATION OF OXYMORON , SIMILAR TO THE FIRST POST FROM WHERE I COMMENCED THIS  CONVEX YET A VERY STRAIGHT VAGABONDAGE. 

http://devnanagi1998.blogspot.in/2015/01/oxymoron-boat-in-drowning-winds-life.html

This day is precious to me,

 as this blog completes an year of sincere perseverance, appreciation and love. 

Live life to the fullest and do not let go of the beautiful mess around.

HAPPY NEW YEAR. 

MERRY 2K16 .

- A WISHFUL BLOGGER.

GOODBYE

                GOODBYE.

Time for an adios! 

Time for a hasta la vista ! 

Time for a valediction !
Time to bid goodbye to the gems who had made your 14 years worth rememberance.

When I sit today , scribbling about this kind of unfair retirement , I actually am overwhelmed with the mere thought that from years now , I would flip the pages of souvenirs with reminiscent fingers.

This effervesnce of SCHOOL LIFE would probably never fade , be it either at the age of thirty or sixty.

Ever brooded at the fact that we actually won't be a regular part of the place which we had loathed and loved at the same time.

Ever had goosebumps regarding the point that we won't have to anymore put in our soul and efforts to be a troublesome parcel of the class?

Morning alarms and early mornings won't be of the same significance.

Well , I am cognizant of what actually having a revulsion or hatred for school means.
I probably used to loathe it more than anyone else.

But Summer Fields School would be missed and the phenomenal Summerites would never ever be forgotten.
You can't after all forget the people who have understood you or the prodigious people who used to be the sole reason for that ache in your stomach due to endless laughs spilled or those tears they never let you shed.

The situation of perplexity , love and loathe has beautifully transformed it into a situation of moiety , one of two equal parts and that is spectacular love or the part of awe inspiring endearment.

When you become sensitive enough to gather the thrust of what all the musky glowing walls have given , then you would deeply realise as to what you would miss on.

FAREWELL 2K16 MADE ME REALISE THAT.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE. 

May this year be a blessing for your souls. 

Well , I am in a euphoric mood , for on 4th Jan , this blog completes its first ecstatic and beautiful year. 

A VIVACIOUS AND RISKY JOURNEY 

from commencement of the fear of getting readers to focus till getting 3814 views :') 

TEN RUPEE NOTE

                TEN RUPEE NOTE

 IGNORANTIA 

IGNORANTIA is a very popular Latin word signifying IGNORANCE , ignorance which we all are subdued in. 

Paucity of time would not justify the point which I'll make today. My perception following my justification is IGNORANTIA which is followed by few roots.

Stepping out of the house and finding the dull world covered with a thick layer of transcedence and the bright blaze around.
Moving about becoming the hep , watching around people all dressed up from tip to toe , smiling while seeing the soothing scattered Rangoli colours , we conclude its the happy festive season.

HAPPY DIWALI TO EACH. :)

Positively , anecdotes about the festival are true. This pure season is glamorous enough to lift up the dull morale and amalgamating the nooks and corners with prepossessing joys.

BUT...
Before I actually land to where I really have the flight to , I would come on the reason which urged me to ponder and write about it.

Yesterday after my Economics tuition at Paul , I was returning home with my best friend. We were very gladly talking about the festival.
When we reached , I gave a 100 rupees note to the auto guy . He gave me 50 back and I very rudely , without realising said 'BHAIYA MAINE 100 DIYA THA'.
Not noticing the fact that he was already searching to give me back my 10.
When he returned my note , he commenced counting the entire day's earnings when we realised that he seemed quite colourless and dull in this season of flashing colours and brilliantly illuminated lights.

My best friend with a gloomy face said "Poor ya , I feel so bad."

MISERIES AROUND THE WORLD. I started pondering about it but then and there I didn't say a word except for a thankyou which I actually meant.
He replied with a warm welcome which I perceived in a way that he felt proud about himself,  for,  someone expressed gratitude.

I didn't want to give him that 10 rupees note , being sympathetic or extravangantly generous because PITY CAUSES EGO AND I WAS AIMING FOR ACTUALISATION. Pity wasn't fitting in the scene because he could have been capable enough but circumstances and fortune abdicated his to be established future throne.

We both assumed on the part of calculations that after the rent of the auto and fuel , he would be earning around 500-700 per day or less than that or may be nil at days. On an average he'd be earning just 14000-21000 rupees and  we both agreed on a very valid point.
She said "We take 300-400 for school canteen "
"Sanya , one visit of WOW and we take 3000."
And we realised.

I was neither in the scorching heat not in the freezing winds , neither was I engrossed in something vital at that particular point of time . But what made me to NOT notice him or people like them around  was my ignorance which was a result of my obession with my life.


All I exclaimed to my best friend at the point was 'There are so many miseries in the world. Trust me , these are the real problems you got to feel bad about . Our problems still circulate around the teenage floatations.

That ten rupee note would not have given a major boost to his life , it would have instead made him feel shaken and a person who would depend on the cruel world around.
 Sometimes these people do not demand to be offered a significsnt amount of egoisitic aid.
They simply do not demand overwheming  gryatitude .
They just need to be understood and a thankyou would work for that , if nothing else.

That ten rupee note does not mean much but the way it acted proved obessions wrong .

IT WAS WORTH IT.

HAPPY DIWALI. 

-DEVNA NAGI 

She learnt .

                      SHE LEARNT.

Endeavouring to grow a bit different , I become a poetess today gathering solicitudes of worldly association and  the relatable facts of what someone really is.

She had that enigmatic euphoria
 which never subsided or never
self trapped itself in a powerless tube.
 Her atoms were always charged
 spreading ectstacy all around.
She relied way too much
 on people and blindfoldedly
 acted like an open book to all.
She went through rigourous hurdles
Carving way for her existence
Finally someone new emerged
Right from the cocoon
God knows what the cocoon was a part of
Which made her entirely hard

She learnt not to get attached
she learnt not to trust
she learnt not to forgive
she learnt not to bear the pain
she learnt not to care
she learnt to cease worrying
she learnt to get optimistic vibration in her own life
BUT ALL SHE LEARNT WAS TO KNOW HOW TO PRETEND.

She was hard on the outer panel .
She still had the facet of sequestration.
She learnt how to fabricate and pretend.

She found something happening
She found the essence being captured.
She felt it was real.
She felt it was true for she had never felt anything this way before.
But she could not figure out what it was .
She never questioned .
It became silent and now she is
standing on the verge when she is panicking
about the end of it which she unwilling desired to.
Flames were vividly seen with ebullience for it burnt too hight that moment .



Yes her cocoon made her learn how to pretend .

-DEVNA NAGI

DETACHMENT

DETACHMENT from the glittery  worldly relations is inevitable.
Blood relationships and non blood connections are something which are hard to give up on.
Don't we get way too symbolised with people around?
Don't we genuinely associate with the facet of non separation?

If circumstances transform and this brings about a significant change in our lifestyles, then,  yes we can conclude that we were too attached to whatever we have lost hold on.

Nothing is permanent.  Everything is temporary like a faded bubble, which carries magnificent texture,  but disappears in no time.
Let's remove the ambiguity of experiencing the pain and pinching sorrows.
If we do not start this process voluntarily, then forces of nature would come in consideration and do it for us
 Destiny warns but we do not warn our instincts.  Someone has to do it for us ,  destiny being the best of all is advantageous.
Destiny reciprocates.
We have the facet of VOLUNTARY association.  Destiny signifies INVOLUNTARY removal which gives us a tincture of discomfort and torment.

The point is not to stay in isolation,  the point is to understand the vital fact that things and people do exist to please,  but they don't last forever.
When something doesn't have to last for the entire lifetime, then what is the point in torturing one's own self.

People come and go,  they come as reminders,  lessons,  arguments.  conflicting thoughts and warning signals.

But your agility never takes an inverse turn,  it always lies with all your sensations.

Your felicity should have high standards.
Your merriment must be infectious.
Your contentment must be omnipresent. 

SELF INTROSPECTION, RE INTRODUCTION AND INTRODUCTION

Well let us talk about something technical today. Let us use the immensely heavy proforma of technicality including today's facet of 'Self Introspection, Introduction and  Re-introduction. '

When I say 'Self Introspection and Introduction ',  the term 'Self Introspection' is quite relatable and easily understandable. But when I say 'Self Introduction ' I mean it to be a bit distinguished from from Self Introspection.  

Self introduction and self Introspection,  according to me are two varied fields.

When you simply sit,  pondering about the dual effect of your actions,  that is negative and positive outcomes. 

You judge people. But when it's time for internal personal judgement,  that is when I conceptualise it as 'self Introspection. '

For being a  successful personality,  you need to get your dynamism re -introduced to yourself. 

We all have that facet which is responsible for our mood swings,  for our bubble like opinions,  for our continuous changes in temperament.  

Let us get ourselves reintroduced to ourselves.  It's very important.  

Re introduction is basically getting to know your changes and
transformations.  

It's about exactly getting to know what you want and what you have in your mind. 

Well when I say 'ntroduction',  it's basically when you are deprived of yourself in the first place. 

It might happen that you find the source of that smile somewhere else,  you find it in others. But the best part is that attaining happiness is very simple,  for,  you are the only source of your enchantment. 

If you are not introduced to yourself,  do it.  Feed your soul! 

These three aspects are essential for a promising personality.

This is something which is extensively possible for the night owls. Cheers to them,  for I am one of them!  

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IT'S ALWAYS NOT ABOUT BLOOD

No amalgamation of mercury or fusion of any twenty six letters could ever recount my amount of internal enchantment, I found myself submerged in, after the end of such a chaotic yet a perfect birthday.  

That significant unparalleled feeling you get,  when you sit at the end of the day with gratitude and love in your hearts. 
Those uncomparable and unrepeatable souvenirs which strike your head make you feel obliged towards all those who contributed towards it. 

What your family does for you is something you can't ever reciprocate,  to be frank enough. 
What they do for you is something you can't even endeavour to work upon. 

On the same stance,  we have our non blood gems who literally stand on the same burning plane and grab every opportunity to let you sparkle and get that beam,  typically. 


That is when I opine the word 'Friends'.  

At this particular point of time,  when I simply sit and ponder about two situations,  one that of my day,  subjugated in enchantment and the other one of the day when it would be time for a farewell submerged with an ample amount of choking and overwhelmed feelings. 

Not talking about the pent up charged emotions,  I would simply sum up this time by saying one FOREVER GOLDEN LINE :

They are the twinkling stars who would light up your world and your days like no one else would,  they would be the burning anxious spirits who would cross any stretching paths and hurdles for your entitled beams ' 

I am glad to have some great non blood gems in my life who brought my day to an end in a way I could never grasp hold of. 
I am glad to have spent such a day in my short span. 

FIDELITY AND ACTUALITY

ESCAPING THE FIDELITY AND ACTUALITY

Living in this materialized world is a very difficult task.
Living in this fabricated shell all the time is certainly a thing not to believe in.
Living in this glossy world is like living in a dingy environment with lustre painted out around.


Life is a vicious circle. It has a heavy weighted Sac of things our mind firmly believes in and which our heart doesn't want to.

The basic point stands in the evitable statement what we all are running from actualities, from realities,  from responsibilities, from everything we do not desire to believe in.

There are points in life, where the fact is hidden in us deep down, where we know that it is an unattainable possibility and that is the point when we simply sit back and commence WAITING for it to happen.

The tender part of ours doesn't want to believe in it,  unfortunately.

What happens?
We just don't pass time.
We just don't relax and let the thing happen.

What happens then?
We start losing ourselves in the process,  in the sense that we let those feelings overpower us.
Our inner strength starts getting overshadowed.

It's a simple fact that we fail to compromise with.

'If it is not destined,  we won't be get it,  ever,  no matter how much we wait for it re -destine itself. '

I am not referring to any particular situation,  but if you are suffering from it,  you might be able to relate that you too are escaping the fidelity.

Destiny plays a passive role.
Saying is easy,  following is hard,  almost an unattainable possibility, but endeavouring might aid the process.

Talking about all this doesn't make me prone to the negativities of life. But I let them go by saying ' WHATEVER HAPPENS,  HAPPENS FOR A GOOD.'

The point is that running away from whatever X Y Z,  won't enhance the inner peace which is important for an enchanted life.

'WHATEVER HAPPENS,  HAPPENS WITH A GOOD REASON ATTACHED TO IT, DESTINED FOR US SPECIFICALLY. '

Soul to death. Death To Soul

       SOUL TO DEATH

DEATH TO SOUL

Well, today I am going to scribble about something very subtle and something sensitive,  I would rather say 'something HYPERSENSITIVE '.

Today,  I am overwhelmed with  my mingled up and charged feelings. 

'Soul to Death',  today's heart capturing extract would fill each soul with pent up emotions,  emotions which would be discharged in the silhouette of tears. 

For some out there, a tear won't be just an outline but it would be a pyramid of souvenirs,  something so reminiscent.  

I am talking about losing your best friend to death.

Before bringing in the sole reason for writing on this particular topic,  I would like to put up a very very simple question. 

What do you mean by the term 'BEST FRIEND'?

When someone asks me this question,  I simply state that I do not belive in the term 'BEST FRIENDS'.
You must be quite amused listening to this peculiar statement.
Best friends leave.  Soul Sisters don't.  This is that I tell to my already found soul sister.

So firstly,  I do not feel like there is anything as such 'Best Friends .
Your true loved ones are a part of your existence,  a vital and charismatic component of your soul.

Now just ponder about a situation where someone becomes so helpless,  whereally an outcry can be heard,  where the rage can be felt,  rage demonstrating helplessness, where someone loses their best friend cum soul partner to death.

Before expressing my sudden desire to bring up this,  I would like to mention the root cause of this unanticipated urge.
The sole reason is the movie 'Quija'.
Well how would this horror movie provide me insights into such deep realities,  is the revolving question.

1. When Debbie dies and Lane (her best friend) endendeavours to figure out the reason,  despite knowing that it might result in her death itself.
2. When Lane is about to be killed and Debbie's soul arrives and protects her.

These two heart throbbing aspects gave me a natural quantum to talk it out today.

To put in my tender emotions into words,  I would,  become a poetess,  as of now,  for poetry is just like the music of the paradise and ascendency of soothing effect.

I would write it on behalf of my hypothetical character,  Ellie,  who had lost her soul sister to death.

So here,  I present,  trying to implement the art of beautification :



Losing you was always my fear,
For my preferences,  I used to say ' I don't care.'
Our love , Paradise had always embraced,
Our Infinity Bond,  every soul emulated and chased.
But no one could ever be as magnificent we were.
Being amicable,  we knew we were perfect 'Forever Entrepreneurs '.
As I said 'Losing you was always my Fear'.

Against my fear, my urge to fight for it emerged,
My fear and my urge,  they merged.
But death had its fortune.
I would want to be lost by it soon.

For I always used to say,
Being at Bay,
I would die before you,  you sitting next to my grave,
That inch of laughter, for your last moment with you,  you would save.
My last joke would fall in your ears,
As melody,  they would last with you for years and years.


Losing her soul meant
Her diminishing essence and scent,
Losing her to death,
Just took Away my breath.

Like a crumbled ball,
Getting helpless calls,
I sit there rolled up,
Finding out myself and pulling me up
Being at Bay,
I SAY:

Losing her is losing my own Soul.

When I say,  Death to Soul, I mean,  reviving our life,  accouchement, once again to bring back the soul,  so that Lane gets to live with the same Debbie.

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I CAN SEE IT BETTER.

   I CAN SEE BETTER! 

It is sometimes hard to forget some moments,  moments which have acquired a particular typical place.  

Something,  which I call as pervasive, something omnipresent at every successive point of time.

It's like you have put on some permanent sort of glasses full of reminiscence. 

I would categorise this kind of reminiscence under the title ' PERMANENT SICKNESS LEFT AFTER DETECTING UNPREPOSSESSING REALITIES ' 

Well, I mean something very simple and clear. When I talk about 'DETECTING UNPREPOSSESING REALITIES',  I mean encountering a sudden unpredictable transformatio,  wherein situation reverses itself completely and gives a sensation of just the exact reciprocal.

The point is that this situation gives an essence of flashback, flashback of all the experiences, which were relatively unimportant then, but all of a sudden become cherished now. 

So,  now for a moment,  think if these 'REMINISCENT GLASSES'  are put off for a period of time, it would be just so amazing, like so realise realistic.

On detecting these realities, next time, we must try to put off these glasses as soon as possible.  

But on the other hand,  what if we wear never these glasses in the very first place?

It would require less tremendous efforts,  because these glasses are unlike the incognito windows. 

So,  let's endeavour to stay away from them. HOW? 

'HOW' is the essence of this aspect. 

Never feel too much comfortable in any situation or with a particular set of people. 

This comfort might just reverse itself completely.  

Simply I state,  that this might produce  a situation of  'NO MORE THE EARLIER SITUATION' 

Keeping exceptions aside,  memories do flash and you go into the past leading to deviation of inner peace.  

Never get the essence of PERMENANCE,  for everything is temporary,  even the human body. 

So,  if you succeed in the removal of these glasses or if you gain a point in never wearing them in the very first place,  there would be one particular outcome. 

That would be 'YOU WOULD BE ABLE TO SEE BETTER AND HAVE A CLEARER VISION'.  

This vision can never take your glory and happiness away,  teaching you to be jocular and glad even when you are all by yourself. 

' I CAN SEE BETTER' .

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AGAINST THE SIN

                          AGAINST THE SIN !   

Well under the glimmering moonlight , under the gleaming crescent moon, her shine was appearing evidently radiant and her shine was mesmeric and very much tranquil. Her anticipations never turned up against her , always kept her composed and placid , leaving her unruffled soul in fair optimism. 

Nobody that day could question or interrogate the gracious custody of the moon or nobody had any kind of inquisition for the overwhelming beauty of that spectacular device up there. 

Nobody could imagine the beauty seeking crescent moon being metamorphosised into a hollow and pale device.
Nobody had the courage to assume it as a cold and  stormy and lifeless body.
She could not feel the storm approaching , she could not just fabricate a situation of the mourning moon.
SHE JUST COULD NOT.
IN FACT , NO PURE SOUL COULD.
I AM TALKING ABOUT THE BRUTAL ASSAULT, THE SHAMELESS ACT , THE ACT OF DEVILS AND THE MIGHTY HAVOC : MOLESTATION .
I would really like to just recapitulate a fraction of that day's event when Jyoti's soul was torn apart to the fullest. No amalgamation of mercury or fusion of any letters could ever epitomize that day's shattering events , not even Jyoti herself , for its the soul and the inner peace which get abandoned and stripped away.
Let us have an overwhelming yet a very short overview of THE FATAL 84 MINUTES.

Anjana Kashyap (AK, COP): You two came here just for a walk and then decided to watch a movie?
Avnindra Pandey (AP, VICTIM'S FRIEND AND A SURVIVOR ): Yes, we used to come here on weekends. 
After the movie ended at 8 pm, Jyoti and Avnindra decided to take an autorickshaw for Munirka from where they were to head for their homes. 
8.15 pm Jyoti and her friend reach Munirka's bus stand .
The bus was there when they reached and a boy ie the juvenile convict forced them to board the bus. The others pretended as if they were passengers. 
AP : They locked the doors of the bus and switched off the lights. Three men came towards us and one of them punched (me) on the face. They snatched our phones and beat us with rods. Jyoti was trying to help me but she was pulled back by others.After raping Jyoti, the attackers threw us out. We were lying on the road without any clothes. I tried to get up and wave at the moving traffic. Some cars stopped, saw us and left without helping. 

I don't have the capacity to recollect any other vital points , all this sufficed to give me goosebumps and transport me into another world of insecurities and baffled events.WHO ARE GIRLS?YES , WE ARE THE WILD SOULS , WE REFLECT PURITY AND ABSOLUTE SERENITY. WE HAVE THAT NEVER ENDING SHIMMER AND GLITTER. WE HAVE A CRAZY STREAK , WE MIGHT BE OVER AMBITIOUS BUT YES, WE ARE AT PAR WITH ALL THE BRUTAL AND LIFELESS MEN.

A COIN HAS TWO SIDES.

WE REPRESENT A COMPLEX MOLECULE AND ARE TAKEN FOR GRANTED .WE TEND TO FLY HIGH , IT'S NOT THAT WE JUST WANT TO , WE CONSIDER IT OUR NECESSITY , BUT IN THIS TYPICAL SOCIETY, OUR WINGS ARE DISSECTED.WE WANT TO BE INDEPENDENT IN ITS REAL SENSE , BUT OUR FREEDOM IS CURTAILED.WE ARE ALWAYS CONSIDERED AS SLAVES , SEXUAL SLAVES.

WE ARE LOOKED AT AS IF WE ARE SOME THIRST QUENCHING MACHINE .WE ARE LOOKED AT AS IF WE CANNOT JUST WEAR WHAT WE DESIRE TO.WE ARE LOOKED AT AS IF WE WERE BORN TO SERVE THE RUTHLESS MEN.WE ARE LOOKED AT AS IF WE HAVE TO COMPENSATE FOR SOMETHING.

IRONICALLY , I SAY , WE ARE REFERRED TO AS GODDESSES WHO WERE , ARE AND WOULD ALWAYS MEANT TO BE VERBALLY AND PHYSICALLY ABUSED.

I would definitely bring in the point of our dearest well wisher , one of the them MR MUKESH SINGH.
His verdict :

"A girl is far more responsible for rape than a boy,a decent girl won't roam around at 9 o'clock at night.a decent girl won't roam around at 9 o'clock at night.not roaming in discos and bars at night doing wrong things, wearing wrong clothes. About 20 percent of girls are good.If women are not good,  men have a right to teach them a lesson by raping them. And if that happens, the woman being raped has a responsibility to silently accept the assault. When being raped, she shouldn't fight back. She should just be silent and allow the rape".

THE ONLY FIRM ANSWER I HAVE FOR THIS SINFUL MAN IS :

 " BABIES COME OUT OF GIRLS' WOMBS AND THAT IS HOW YOU FREAKING CAME OUT , WELL THE FACT LIES IN THE STATEMENT THAT YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE LANDED AND MADE THIS PLACE EVEN WORSE. A DECENT GIRL HAS LIMITS OF MOVING OUT OF THE HOUSE , ACCORDING TO YOU. WELL, ACCORDING TO OUR CONVENIENCE THEN , WE OPINE , YOU HAVE SOME BOUNDARIES TOO. STOP MOVING OUT OF HOUSES AFTER 10. AFTER ALL, ITS ABOUT THE DECENCY LEVEL OF YOUR FAMILY. AS FAR AS CLOTHES ARE IN CONSIDERATION ,  I HAVE A SOLUTION, SOLUTION FOR YOUR LUSTROUS EYES. I THINK YOU SHOULD HELP US  OUT , YOU REALLY CAN BY BUYING US CLOTHES. EACH WOMAN REQUIRES CLOTHES AND THEY SHOULD BE RIGHTEOUS AND UNINVITING ACCORDING TO YOU, SO HELP OUT EACH WOMAN BY BUYING DECENT CLOTHES. TWO OF YOUR ISSUES ARE SOLVED, AND THAT SUMS UP THE CONCLUSION THAT ITS TIME FOR 100 PERCENT WOMEN EXCELLENCE TIME. 

WOMEN WOULD BECOME GOOD AFTER THESE TWO SOLUTIONS.
BUT WHAT MATTERS IS THE JUDGEMENT OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER. SO WHAT IF WE SAY 'MEN ARE HORRIBLE OR NOT GOOD ENOUGH '. BRUTALLY I SAY SHOULD WE COMMENCE RECIPROCATING WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN DOING UNTIL NOW.
AND THAT IS WHEN I WOULD LOVE TO BRING IN THE RESPONSIBILITY ASPECT OF JUST ACCEPTING THE TREATMENT SILENTLY WHEN I EXAMINE THE PERFORMANCE '.

 

She desireD to vamoose from those jocular imprints but there she was with the weapons of disinfiction and evacuation of her contemporary sobriquet 'GLOOM GIRL' 

We have a bright future. Let's not darken it.

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COCOON TO BACK TO COCOON

COCOON  TO  BACK  TO COCOON 

Well, I won't be too long today,  for what I would be writing would be convincing enough for everyone out there and won't require the art of 'Exaggeration'.

What pushed me into writing this one has one and only one reason attached to it and the reason has numerous disturbing methodologies.

Well,  I had an inner voice beating higher than any other prevailing sound.
I had an inner image being visualised again and again, despite zillions of images already there in front.
Those wailing faces all around urged me to take my frustration out.
I can't really pen it down and send it to Mr Modi,  but I can atleast attract attention of some gens.

I am not going to present any examples, instead I can see simply portray my live example.
Well, the Results Day and yes everyone in vain.
Building up pressure, panicking environment, sulking sights,  unfortunate timing.
This isn't the description of a typical 'Result Day'.  It gives appropriate details about the day when Eleventh class students are in a transition mode.

Eleventh to twelfth.


This post is not really about students,  it's about parents,  their physche,  their level of understanding with their children.
The first and foremost step to understand someone, acording to me is to put yourself in the other person's shoes.
I would never say ' Then understand and analyse and take a decision.'
I would rather say 'Just pretend that you are that person, maybe for once.'
The rest of it would fall in place by its own, in the sense,  that it would make us realise the other side's soundtrack too.

Personally speaking, I work hard,  I follow the principle of 'Work Hard,  Play Hard'.
But I guess my results are a bit less comprimising. We need the support but our results don't really aid our process.

I reached home,  blurted out my marks in a single go and in return received a Disappointment Session.
Dissatisfaction session from myself due to cut throat competition and disappointment session from my mom's side.

I have a sincere request. I make an earnest request. A deep request to parents around.
When our dissatisfaction levels are high, all we need is some Encouragement Session and not disapproving scenarios.  No one on this Earth would be lunatic enough to be enchanted to not get high enduring marks.

When we are ourselves worried,  we cannot just go subsiding anyone else's disapproval.

We are human beings,  creatures made by humans.
Who are humans? A specie full of flaws.
Well I was able to flaunt this weakness of mine in  a few of my examinations. My part was to put in efforts,  the another part ditched me.  I never ditched.

Seeing the crying cases,  feeling the competition and experiencing the panick, I opine,  knowledge has no Place. Just a quantitative figure is and would always be.

We emerge out of cocoon to prosper,  flourish and show our glimmer,  but with the hurdles on the way , we fall and get trapped among the indecipherable virtual walls of the Cocoon.

I want to rise but never screech away.
I want to fly,  but I don't want my skyscraper dreams to get shattered.

JUDGEMENT.

              JUDGEMENT!

Imagine, walking in the corridoor with your best friend and somebody just passes by.  'SOMEBODY' has some special stories attached to him/her. 

Well,  did you just ponder about your judgment criteria for that particular person? 

I could reach to the conclusion that the judgement criteria becomes the very specific stories clinging to the name.  

In our lifetime,  we all commit mistakes,  mistakes  that were exaggerated and transformed and forced to take the title of 'SINS'.  

I firmly believe in the fact that nobody is wrong, nobody is at fault under these mysterious circumstamces.  It is just the loopholes of these varying aspects of life.
Well, why I can claim this has a reason attached to it,  a very vital one.
You know what, it is excessively simple to blame someone but when its time for getting targetted and literally accepting the blame, the clouds fade.
Whenever,  strong winds blow and the darkness approaches, darkening the already dark world around, we lose hope, lose ourselves.
We drown,  drown in the drowing winds,  not because we are proved wrong but because nobody could reduce the paucity of understanding and stand by us.
That is how the world is.
People are proved wrong by us.
We are proved wrong by them.
Lastly, KARMA RETURNS.


I am writing all this, scribbling all these unprepossessing situations because I have gone through the trauma,  and I have seen the unclear ruling world.

One day, when things commenced turning up against me, I realised the fact that nobody is ever at fault, nobody ever pursues those ugly realities .
And I can opine it only when I could feel it openly, when I could feel my latitude and origin shifting away.

Karma returns. We all indulge in proving the other person at fault and the vicious cycle misinterprates us.

A person,  whatever did , becomes past.
PEEL AWAY TIREDNESS FOR PRESENT.
FOCUS ON FUTURE.
 But,  past is never forgotten either by the suffered sufferer or the surrounding souls.
Society keeps on being judgemental,  judgemental about the deeds we had done,  which may have been realised as wrong by us, or the ones which might have become opportunistic and avail the benefit of a bad time phase.

People change. Time changes.
A different fragrance can be sensed.
Why are people always judged on the basis of who that person was,  HISTORICALLY.
Why can't that person's inner soul be peeked into at a fresh point of time?
Why are people given the title of 'BEING NEGATIVE'?
Why are people looked upon with this criterion of 'MISTAKES'. ?

Why has an answer,  but not any more further solution,  for, this very much prevailing thing would still have its existence.

That person is unknown, but yes, their mistakes have been parcelled out in a sac in the form of Mistakes.

Why is it typically unethical to do so.
Mistakes are exaggerated.
Mistakes do not prove the internal aspect of a person.
Mistakes are short timed disappointments.
Nobody knows as to what the real description is.


It becomes absolutely impossible for us to  determine our faults,  to determine our wrong intensity and direction.
It becomes ruthlessly unthinkable to even determine if the path we chose was right or not.

Well, we accept the position of being erroneous.
We accept it with great struggle,  and we are reminded of it each moment by thr judgemental aspect of society.
This great struggle results in us blaming ourselves always. We commence underestimating our inner kindness,  we set the balls rolling for undervaluing our goodness.

Cease judging somebody by their past.
Their past one day,  had meant everything to them and all of a sudden,  being at the gun point, everything had been massively destroyed.  The destructive weapon had been put to force and in full motion.
Now,  their past makes them feel unvalued and unfutile.
People change. Mistakes change them. Mistakes metamomorphisize all.
Read it, feel it and sense iT.

Karan Kundra in Gumrah says 'No one is a Born criminal'
I say 'No one ever portrays negativities  ,impenetrable successive points of time take that job well enough'

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Not So Fruitful!

            NOT SO FRUITFUL! 

When,  these words swing in, the words 'INDIAN EDUCATION' get magnified and commence spinning and there goes the 'Intensification Session'.

I am sure that each one of us,  particularly during this time period can relate to all this. 

Let me bring in the scenario which brings all these conflicting thoughts.

Just a week left For  Term Exams and we sit there, simply , gazing at the books pages, very white,  yet very blurr and faded. 

Appearances are definitely deceptive.  

Sitting there, simply pondering about nothing at all. Just then an open ended thought dives in, 'HEY,  ARE WE GOING TO GET ADMISSION IN THE BEST COLLEGE?' 

Not getting it over there would definitely eliminate all the enlightenment and that would mean 'ENTIRE DARKNESS'.  

I mean,  why,  capabilities are not judged?  Don't they provide enough incentives? Why are they not considered the scale of measurement?  

Well, the common answer to this building up chain of questions is
'Because Capacity outbeats Capabilities in today's scenario'.

Capacity of fixing everything in brain.
Capacity to pen down all the fixed up aspects.

Its like, like fighting or convincing the whole  world to pursue you what your real interests are and follow the trace line of 'Hobbies'.
Sounds a bit dramatic but reflects Reality.

I have a very significant question to be answered 'Why do we have to pursue science,  Commerce or Humanities,  even if we have to end as being Musicians?'

JACK OF ALL, BUT MASTER OF NONE.
We are literally taught everything from those mountains to Trignometry.
So many topics to be just fed. What happens next?
Nothing happens with an element of No Creativity.

I mean why can't we just not study more than 100's of merits and demerits of different forms of Government Organisations in Business Studies.
Why do we have to do that, as if Government is proving out to be so extraordinary and outstanding for India?

We rely on our 'CHALK AND TALK SYSTEM ' and precisely on the art of 'EARNING MARKS'.

Formulaes have become much more significant and vital Than Concepts.
Something unbearable is the literal enforcement of Theoretical Knowledge.

Art is the practical knowledge of scientific principles. What are we ultimately focusing on.  ART OR MARKS'?
We study something,  write everything in our absurd Answer Sheet and then get away with all the notions.
These days,  every single thing is done for earning marks.
We all tend to forget everything after we are done with our forcible exams
. Well that's not the fault of any student. Its not OUR FAULT.
ITS THE FAULT OF UNDETECTABLE FLAWS IN INDIAN EDUCATION SYSTEM.
They provide us with incentives for earning high ratings of marks. Incentives in the form of the best college.
Our entire life is based on this phase of time. Somebody has extended talents but won't have a secure future just because he doesn't have the capability to fetch marks.

Well,  one Capability could not nullify the effect of the other one. Aren't we told in Physics that 'For Every Action, there is an equal and Opposite Reaction. '
Well,  this worldwide accepted principle couldn't just prove a simple point.

While writing this,  there came an advertisement where a guy in India is able to  study Accounts and Biology and the location was IIN,  Idea Internet, and we are still stuck on the point of Courses Disparities.  When we can't solve this crisis,  how would we just take crucial steps for Regional Disparities.

Well, a great number of students commit suicide annually,  hope no one of us goes through the same.
Time for a change.
BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT THE SOCIETY TO INCORPORATE.
At this level,  Change sounds weird but change in outlook can metamorphosise its role from PASSIVE TO ACTIVE, SOMEDAY SOMETIME SOMEWHERE, it would bring in a change.

I AM SURE THAT IF  SOMEONE IN THE POLITICAL SYSTEM, WHO WOULD STAND FOR A 360 DEGREE TRANSFORMATION,  WOULD UNDOUBTEDLY FETCH MAJORITY OF THE VOTES OF THE TO BE '18' VOTERS.


THE CONCLUSION ENDS WITH PRECISION REQUESTING TO  JUDGE ART AND TALENT AND NOT MARKS.


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