Daily Thought #12

Alone

Surrounded by hundreds of people
Still, no one to hold on to
No one to talk
this walk takes a lot,
the pain is all that is left
the suffering got into  the chest
Scared, nervous and Even anxious
Could not gather the courage
Even to greet another person
Left in the crowd alone
Standing and gathering the courage
But still stood frozen there alone.

                             -Ayushie Narang

Let's Just Stay

Staring at the ceiling, my head wandering in its own world, a million pending tasks, but trying avoiding each of them, and some how explaining myself "It's okay you got time for everything just keep staring and enfold this peace while you can", however somewhere in my mind, some thoughts are running, What should I do next ?  How to make the most of my time? How do I stay happy? Are they happier than I am? How to enjoy? Am I living the way I want to?  What can I do to have a better life or at least portray one?

The anxiety to be the better one, to be with the better one, to be in the better situation all the time, I or people like me, maybe even you well, why aren't we satisfied with what we have? Why there is always the question what's next? Why can we ever be content? Why everywhere I go I search for something else, keep looking for things which are not there, which are not going to happen? I was supposed to love this place why am I not even able to stay? may be I expect more, may be I want more may be or may be it's the way this life works, the maybes never end. 

It's funny some how, being someone who always wants to wander around, do parties, meet people but when that the time comes,these events actualize, when I am there in some of the finest clubs with prettiest of ladies obviously not with me, having my favorite beer thinking might as well have enjoyed this beer on my sofa with pizza and watch some movie, would have saved the effort to dress up and drive all the way here trying to get drunk  and dance for no reason and regret the throw up next morning. Life is weird isn't it or perhaps the way human brain works, well I guess I would be regretting if I don't  go either, thinking I would have surely got in to talking to one of the pretty girls there, would have got her number, would meet her at some place and she would fall in love with me eventually and we would live happily ever after, damn maybe the next party.

The grass is always greener on the other side, it might not be true but it's the way we actually perceive things, we being people like me, being in the best of the situation thinking what is missing and sulk about it, not seeing what is there ignoring every positive attribute around. might be having the best, having what we always wanted what we wished and dreamed but the moment we get that, why the search for the next big thing starts, why once we have explored it enough, why don't we value it, sad how we forget it was everything we ever wanted once.

The problem I suppose is we picture everything too early, we somehow live in that hypothetical set of circumstances where we have already decided what is going to happen, but when things don't go that way, when reality hits, the vague image in mind starts to fade away, we somehow start falling apart, start losing hope an urge to give up on everything begins, within we hear voices to drop it, builds hundreds of reason of reasons to letting go. But still, a question in mind making us hold on, "what if?  what if things turn around? what if everything would lead to as I thought it would ?, which I guess is even more vicious than falling apart at least we would have learned the bitter truth may be the hard way but the right one.

Well, I don't know how to guide my way out of this apprehensive and uneasy bubble but let's just hope time helps me to grow I might burst it out, and start enjoying what life has in store for me what there and living and start reveling every day every moment while I can. I wish I learn to embrace that life isn't an ambition or an aim it's a previous piece with a fixed tenure post which it shall expire, every second expanded in cribbing is equivalent to every happy moment lost. I am sure sooner or later I would walk or at least crawl out and cherish every bit I have where ever I am and I hope to stay there and wish same for someone going through the similar muddle.

                                                                           
                                                                                                      -Himanshu Narang

Daily Thoughts #11

Letting Go

 

To the days that passed,
Memories that shall forever last,
The diverging roads surpassed, 
But connections remained never  apart. 
                                                                                                

The play with water and ice,

Chit-Chat about guys that added spice.

If at once we close our eyes,

Would realize, time has rolled the dice,

When everything seemed so carefree and nice.

Memories may come and go,
We should never get low,
Learning from past helps us grow,
After all, why make time our foe !

        

- Tanmay Kumar 

Daily Thought #10

Goodbye's

You had me at the first sight,

gazing at you uptight.

felt the light,

Silly, thought the future is going to be bright.

Followed all the way,

was certain about some day,

when you say,

that you might just stay.

It was a dance,

but was never my chance,

every step was another mistake,

but who should be blamed maybe the routine was a little late.

Regrets?  maybe a few,

but who had a clue,

held hands while we could,

drifted apart may be too soon.

It's about time,

the solution isn't always right,

things were not in line,

sometimes goodbye's are just fine.

                                                    

                                                                    -Himanshu Narang

NUMB

There's a non-violent way to express yourself and get your point across – regardless of what you're saying or what your point is. In a free society, people have a right to believe whatever they want to believe. That's their business and they can speak their mind... but nobody, even in a free society, has the right to take another person's life. Ever. That's something that we really need to move beyond

- Chester Bennington

Daily Thought #09

The Gallant Optimist

There are days when I feel the void 

When it hurts to survive and make the choice 

When the head and heart are poles apart 

And life resembles the mystic path 

When the face stays strong 

But the heart is forlorn.

The intense pain and the grief 

I've become wont to their breeze

And have learned to deal with its mystic peace

When the soul is headstrong

And reprimands the heart for being a moron.

It's not a smooth sail

And you aren't the toughest frail

You'll have a zillion falls

And several heart stalls

But never make that life's Penultimate aim.

Rise up each time 

And push the smoldering flame upright 

Because eventually, you'll realize

That all events were begotten

To make this life worthwhile.

-Garima Malik

Doodle By Trisha Gupta

Daily Thought #08

LORD ALMIGHTY

 While people pray to the Lord Almighty, 

Praising this supernatural power;

 There are kids, who haven't even learned to talk properly, 

Looking for shelter, to hide from the ruthless acid shower.

  While the people present to the Lord Almighty, 

Tons of food every day, which he obviously must eat;

 There are other people starving,

 barely surviving, 

Crippling down to misery,

 at the corner of every street.

While people beat each other up, 

With The Lord Almighty as a genuine alibi; 

There are factors like secularism,

 intercaste love, and the openness about the LGBTQ, 

Which is too afraid to even try.

 While people care more about an animal,

 And specific genders are just not accepted; 

Killing other people if the animal is harmed,

 and not blinking a single eye when humanity dies, Because apparently, that's what the Lord Almighty said.

Religion has strayed off its path, way too much, 

With people just using it for their personal gains;

 While religion is supposed to preach peace and harmony,

 People use it to blow up buildings, planes, and trains.

They start hating each other, Just because the other's religion is not the same as theirs; Chaos, the most common factor associated with the Lord Almighty, 

While the Lord Almighty himself, bemused, stares.

While death is a factor as common as the night and day, 

Even though the person did what the Lord Almighty said; 

But, he didn't stick to the norms YOU believe in, 

Because it's now the OTHER Lord Almighty, you now dread.

-Rohan Mishra

Daily Thought #07

The Walk

It happens right? When you meet someone for the first time and you feel a strange connect, a spark which makes you wonder where was this person until now? How could this person understand my problems better than best of my peers, weird, isn't it? A complete no one, someone you met at the airport while waiting for your flight, the one you see every day while you jog in the morning, could be the person over the bar or maybe an old school mate who was never too close. Well, I am not sure about everyone and it might not happen all the time but it does happen or maybe it's just me.

It's been  a few months to this encounter, I was in some other city, ran into someone I knew to exist, an old "someone" I was not really associated with, knew each other just by face and name, a mere acquaintance, standing in the same compartment, had several eye contacts  before either of us could initiate a conversation, we exchanged  the usual formal greetings before moving on to acting overwhelmed seeing each other and same old questions as to  "What are you doing in life?" and  "Where are you headed?" Neither of us was heading to the right path in life, simply lost somewhere unaware of our destination as of now, coincidently we had to get off at the same station.

My hotel was near her place, well not really that near but I perceived it as an opportunity to extend the conversation and maybe catching up things. We started discussing with the misty rather end of hope future plans. Astonishingly we shared parallel opinions about our mutual friends or people we thought we knew even life in general and once we were even done conferring the shortcomings of the country and how we are not going to do anything about it, being a fan of relationship talks, my fellow female homo-sapient suddenly asked me if I were seeing anyone, which led us to a conversation of two lone people with not a very good history in handling the things when they start to complicate.

Walking with her, talking to her, getting to know each other, She was rather surprised to know the real me. I was glad to have changed her perception of me from a spoilt brat to a considerate companion. Soon we realized how similar things have been for us, the anguish, the love, the perseverance to maintain the status quo, leading to the end of something beautiful or something which was never meant to be or maybe it was.
Things which end relationships or maybe it was just our case like not giving space, one being over protective, one asking too much, one revolving his/her life around the other, we both had similar issues  with our past but then with some recent experience  and the urge to find someone better, someone with a mindset to understand why I couldn't be there, why is it important to let go things, and why I fail to express my heart, made me realize being with someone for long somehow makes you used to the way they treat you, you compare the every next person with what you have experienced over the time, the special one sets a benchmark, a minimum amount of time, care, love even the control you expect from the significant other, failing to which your anxious mind refuse to stay, you just don't feel right, the rebound hurts, even more, the space you have been fighting for when given without being asked for doesn't seem to be working for you now, you cease to see the perspective of someone else other than the person you were with. You see the very things which dimmed away your love for one becomes a need to hold on to someone else.

So we continued to walk, understanding each other's perspective and I was kind of glad that I found someone who concedes similar views on something and experienced somewhat the similar set of  ups and downs, maybe formed an unusual connect, I would rather christen it as a beginning of a beautiful bond; making us comfortable in sharing things buried kind off deep within, without the fear of being judged, not indicating being enticed, well can't really say about her, it's hard to overlook  the charm I possess but what I am talking about is the feeling of being in a sheltered and cared zone characterized by a freedom of expression where your viewpoint is well taken care of rather interpreted in the most constructive and positive manner.

I walked past my hotel, couldn't let go of the conversation this soon, it feels great to indulge into a real conversation once in a while with someone new, someone you might not meet ever but still have the faith and conviction in the relation raised over the course of less than an hour. Amusing how human heart functions, discovered trust is not always built over time but sometimes it's the mind which connects on its own, linking two souls of two hearts usually at unexpected moments, bringing someone closer way more than you ever expected or even wanted.

Finally, we reached, bid each other goodbye. Though our ways parted we were somehow still connected. I wanted to walk more or just stay maybe the time passed just too soon, I was glad to have boarded that train and made that eye contact, I knew we might not see each other again but she is definitely not just an old "someone" anymore.

                                                                                                           Himanshu Narang

What Is Wrong With The Indian Education System?

Anyone who has an unkind word to say about India’s education establishment tells us the following: that the system has an unhealthy obsession with rote-learning; the syllabi is monotonous; students are not nearly trained in practical and worldly problems as much as they should be; there is a disproportionate focus on the disciplines of Science, Medicine, Law, and so on. These criticisms, however, are superficial and purely based on the experiences of people who are at the receiving end of Indian Education. There are deeper structural problems that plague this system, and an examination of Indian history and political economy will help us see them closely and clearly, allowing for an effective diagnosis. 

Modern Indian Education originates in the early 19^th century when scholar-administrators of the East Indian Company realized that they needed the participation of the ‘natives’ in running the provinces that came under British control, chiefly Bengal and the presidencies of Bombay and Madras. This decision was taken partly to fulfill an administrative need, and partly to ensure the satisfaction of the Indian masses, who might rebel if excluded from the day-to-day affairs of their own land. The then Governor of Bombay, Mountstuart Elphinstone—in whose honour the Elphinstone College in Mumbai was founded in 1834—wrote in an 1832 letter to the Secretary to the Commissioner of Indian Affairs, that “The most important branch of education, in my opinion, is that designed to prepare natives for public employment.” The British had no plans to educate the Indian masses because their practical instincts told them that it was an impossible task. The mission, then, in the famous words of Thomas Babington Macaulay, was to “do our best to form a class who may be interpreters between us and the millions whom we govern, a class of persons Indian in blood and colour, but English in tastes, in opinions, in morals, and in intellect.” This quote from Macaulay’s speech before the Governor-General of India set the stage from which Indian Education took its flight. We’ll argue that the fundamentals of this system of imparting knowledge and instilling skills haven’t changed substantially since the day Lord Macaulay registered those words. Education in Modern India is still aimed towards preparing Indians for “public employment”, rather than to enlighten them about the wisdom of their cultural heritage, or to inculcate in them a concern for the ethical and the political, or to train them in ways that promote rationality and scientific inquiry.

                                                                        II

Every institution that was set up by the British in pre-independent India sought to serve the overall purpose of Colonialism. Even though the colonialists claimed that their mission in India was a ‘civilizing’ one, scholarship from all quarters have firmly established the British control of India was first and foremost a project of power, whose end result was the cultural and economic leeching of India, leading to deprivation of its masses both in the intellectual and physical spheres. This abuse of the subcontinent, however, sponsored the economic boom that turned the United Kingdom into a ‘developed nation’, a designation that remains coveted among the poorer nations of the world even today. In his recent survey of modern Indian history titled The Era of Darkness: The British Empire in India, Shashi Tharoor writes that ‘the economic exploitation of India was integral to the colonial enterprise. And the vast sums of Indian revenues and loot flowing to England…provided the capital for British industry and made possible the financing of the Industrial Revolution.’ This drive to industrialize a swampy European island at the expense of the Indian subcontinent was highly dependent upon the cooperation of Indians, which is why they were allowed to acquire a highly westernized education, which eventually spawned a class of Indians—interestingly called ‘Macaulay’s Children’—that would oil the systematic exploitation of their country. This system had the task of churning out employable men (not women), who were expected to put their cultural inheritance in the backseat while serving their British masters with their newly-acquired Victorian English. “There are good grounds for arguing that education was never a top government funding priority in India or the colonial empire generally when compared with the need to maintain Britain’s place in the balance of world power or the health of the domestic economy,” writes Clive Whitehead in his study Colonial Educators: The British Indian and Colonial Education Service 1958-1983, “…a succession of British governments felt neither the necessity nor the compulsion to tackle the educational needs of the colonial territories properly.”

On the midnight of August 15, 1947, India was freed from colonial domination, but the Indian mind wasn’t. A hundred long years of Western education had turned a “class of persons Indian in blood and color”, into an elite that was “English in tastes, in opinions, in morals, and in intellect.” In fact, the country’s first Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru admittedly remarked that he was “the last Englishman to rule in India”. Between the 1820s and 1947, a system of education devised by a few white administrators of the East India Company gradually molded the collective Indian mind to look up to the English language in awe, so much so that those who weren’t well-versed in it came to be shamed and were left to feed on self-pity. This system continues till today. So powerful are its effects, that a land that produced Sanskrit and enriched it over many, many centuries doesn’t produce Sanskrit literature anymore, and hasn’t done so in hundreds of years.Whatever non-English literature is produced in other languages, especially in Hindi, or Hindustani, has a negligible circulation. A recent study on the presence of literature in Indian languages at the World Book Fair concludes thus: “the growing vulnerability of Hindi and Indian languages included in the Eighth Schedule of Constitution demands a serious and detailed language discourse. Besides, failure of publications in catering the tastes of readers has virtually pushed the industry on a sticky wicket.”

                                                                        III

The mindset that is shaped by modern schooling not only affects the language one speaks, but the life one chooses to live. Today, a large majority in this country is convinced that their own cultural and traditional heritage is vacuous, futile, and of no significance. In Carol Black’s documentary Schooling the World, a Ladakhi woman who admitted her children into an English-medium school laments that “with modern schooling, the old values of cooperation and compassion are starting to decline. Now people are thinking, I have to be a doctor or an engineer and the traditional ways of helping one another, of kindness and cooperation, are slowly dying out.” Another observes how, “before modern schooling, our education focused on the spiritual teachings. But now the emphasis is on material success. People go to school so that they can make a lot of money, have a big house, [and] drive a nice car. The whole idea of learning has been turned around to mean, “How can I make a lot of money?””

This lust for money is hinged upon another relic that independent India inherited from colonial India: the modern economy. The ‘modern economy’ is based, fundamentally, on the principles of the 18th century Industrial Revolution. The economic success of the then colonial powers, and even of the Asian Tigers and China in contemporary times, can all be attributed to the policies that align with that of Great Britain during its zenith in the 18^th century. Economists today suggest that the proliferation of manufacturing sector lies at the heart of this recipe of economic growth. Carol Black, on the contrary, argues that it is the preparedness of the human resource for the coveted manufacturing sector that lies at the center of the economic development. No wonder that after South Korea gained independence, it invested huge sums in education which produced individuals ready to complement the industrial boom that was to follow. With the coming of the multinationals like Samsung, LG and Hyundai and a ‘skilled’ workforce suited as per the needs of the industry, South Korea was able to increase its per capita income to an unprecedented level. However, in the process duplicating the economic success of the Industrial Revolution, we end up essentializing education and reducing it to a tool to serve the needs of the industry and earning money, as if nothing else matters. India was stricken with this very same malady after independence. In the face of economic backwardness, Indian leaders and economists sought refuge in large-scale industrialization, which eventually shaped two important pillars of our nation—an education factory that pumps out engineers, and a cultural hysteria that worships Engineering. Since then, even though the landscape of the world economy has changed, India’s education establishment hasn’t. The country still produces more engineers than it needs, shooting the rate of unemployment and sparking sudden layoffs.

To demonstrate the frailty of the economic model based on industrialization, let us put it in the perspective of world history. Suppose we were to map out human history on a football field. Let the goal line on one end of the field stand for 1 million B.C., which is a conservative estimate of when humans became distinguishable from other primates. Let the other goal line correspond to 2000 A.D. If we were to organize and group history on the basis of means of production practiced by man, hunting and gathering occupy the first 99 yards of this 100-yard field; systematic agriculture begins in the last yard. The year 1 A.D. is only 7 inches from the final goal line, and the Industrial Revolution begins less than one inch before the same. In the history of humankind, the era of modern economic growth is equal to the width of a golf ball perched at the end of the football field. Since Capitalism is such a recent phenomenon, we should not claim to understand it in its entirety (as a matter of fact, the periodic recessions and persistent unemployment, both of which we want to avoid but can’t, serve as a proof that we do not fully comprehend it). As anthropologist Wade Davis rightly puts it, “… modern day economy is just one way of organizing economic activity.” Therefore to alter the notion and base the education on industrialization, of which we know so little, is preposterous.

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The offsprings of Homo Sapiens are unique in the sense that unlike other mammals, they are born prematurely. They emerge from the womb like molten glass from a furnace and can be molded with a surprising degree of freedom. That is why we can teach our kids to become a Christian or a Buddhist, a Socialist or a Capitalist, a war-monger or a peacenik. When viewed in this light, education becomes essential for its objective is not just to augment the earning capacity of an individual but also to acclimatize him of his surroundings. As Schooling the Worldsuccinctly puts it, children who enter the institutionalized education system are bereft of the knowledge of Ladakh, its language, its soil, its culture and its ethos. The modern education system seeks to build a uniformity of sorts. It seeks to create a workforce capable of getting jobs at the expense of human individuality. Those who stray from this normalized path are branded as failures. They form, what economists call, the urban informal sector. These people fail to enter the club of the ‘chosen ones’ who benefit from capitalism, and also lose out on the opportunity to learn about their immediate culture and ethos. Hence the phrase Dhobi ka kutta, naa ghar ka naa ghaat ka.

To conclude, we posit that the Indian education system is detached from our indigenous way of life. Rather than teaching us about the importance of our local cultures and the value of our inheritance, Indians are instead trained to venerate Western ideals of progress and run after 'development'. By these views we do not at all advocate a reactionary or conservative worldview that is expressed by certain political factions today, but put forward an idea for an education system that cuts its ties from the British past of this country and shapes children in ways that do not foster an inferiority complex in them regarding their local languages and practices, while simultaneously teaching them about the ways of the world.  Rather than striking a balance between the local and the international, rural and urban, family and individual, modern education in India seems to only promote uninhibited Westernization, a recklessness towards the environment, an urban contempt for the rural way of life, and a thoughtless pursuit of individualism.

                                                                       -Ayush Tiwari

                                                                            -Raghav Gupta

Daily Thought #06

So We Parted

This time it's for real,

the distance was my fear,

it took you away my dear,

may be the path was not clear.

 waited for all I could,

but you took too long to make it through,

understood all your problems,

didn't know I was one too.

You were just too busy,

maybe just for me,

thought I was holding it right.

maybe a little bit too tight.

Have always been standing there,

waiting for you to care.  

 Love was there

but never got my share.

Thought we were meant to be,

buy a dog and live the dream, 

pictured you everywhere I  shall  see, 

how could I get attached to something that doesn't even speak back to me?

                                                                                                    Himanshu  Narang

The Song That Got Struck

It was about this time of the year, my best guess would be July 2014, it was a Saturday night for sure and I was fortunate enough to be home alone and I had some stuff which I lifted from a party a few days back, I rolled and boomed, played my favorite Elvis song on my stereo, that thing surely knows how to please your mind and soul, as I laid down for a nap falling deep into my thoughts, there was a sudden knock at the door, I got up saw through the peephole, it was my friend whom I messaged an hour ago to come over.

So I let him in, walking towards my room thinking why hasn't he uttered a single word till now, anyway I ignored that, I was high enough not to care.We were not speaking to each other, we smoked up the last stache in the balcony listening to the same Elvis song, enjoying the wind when suddenly it started drizzling and the first time the lightning struck, my friend saw something, because he was terrified and I could see that on his face and he finally spoke something rather screamed "Did you see that? Right there at the top of that under-construction building" the guy was horrified and ran inside as if he saw some ghost. I tried stopping him but couldn't, so I looked up myself but didn't see anything I took that as a joke and went back in but as I turned around I guess I saw the same thing which made my friend ran back into to the house.

Well, it was just a flash, I suppose a dark human-shaped shadow, my heart did lose a beat but then concentrated on the song that was still on repeat and thought of taking care of my friend. I went back inside calling his name he didn't respond, I gave him a call on his phone, someone picked up, I asked where is he? There was no answer at first but then there was a scream rather a cry so loud and sad that I could feel the pain but then my friend or someone else said, "Come back to the balcony". I panicked and rushed back to the balcony looking up for my friend, he wasn't there but then it started raining heavily. Lightning struck again and I saw my friend standing at the top of the same under-construction building smiling at me.

I freaked out, ran inside and closed all the doors, had some water sat on the couch, then suddenly electricity went out, I thought it might be due to  rain or something else just like another horror movie, but that song was still  on and getting louder and louder, there was not one thing that was making sense to me, I tried to calm myself down, closed my eyes, laid back trying to have some kind of positive thoughts when at that very moment when I was making my self-understand that all this is just in my head someone maybe something tapped my shoulder, I resisted opening my eyes until the tapping was considerably hard and continuous, I opened my eyes but there was no one, slowly looked left and right, still no one, kept a strong heart and looked up, still didn't see anyone then looked in front again that flash or that dark human-shaped shadow a lot more clear and distinct this time, smiling at me just like my friend was smiling, standing on top of that building.That moment just flipped my mind upside down, the next second the shadow was gone, I rushed trying to unlock the main door when suddenly someone held one of my hands, pulled me back and smacked the back of my head and the last thing I could see before getting unconscious was a vague image of someone holding the vase which was kept in my living room.

Next morning I got up, frightened, the song wasn't on anymore, there was blood spilled all over the floor, I thought because of that hit last night, the vase was on the floor with blood on it too, so I was sure that all that was real, I looked up for  my phone as soon as I got it, I called my friend to ask him whether he is fine or not and what happened to him last night, he picked up the phone I asked him all kinds of questions then he told me that he never came to my place that night. He was home with his family. I completely lost my mind and hung up and checked my phone and saw that my message asking him to come over was never sent, there was no history of calling him last night. Slowly I walked up to the balcony breathing the fresh morning air I saw that the streets down are completely dry, "but it was raining last night" I told myself trying to make sense out of the moment, stressing my head, trying to remember everything possible. I noticed something which shook my soul, there was no under-construction building anywhere near to my place.

It's been a couple of years to this incident, I don't discuss it with anyone, but the thought of it still makes me wonder if it was real or not, still gives me goosebumps, I haven't lifted any kind of stuff from any party or anywhere since, I don't like to be home alone anymore and I haven't listened to that song ever since.

                                                                            The Whimsical Mind Originals

Carry On

Do you see those bright rays of sun touching the sky?

Do you that hot air balloon flying high?

Do you see those high tides reaching the ground?

Now, what is common in all of them? They all are moving, going higher, and they are not stopping. This is something we need to comprehend, moving on, taking a step forward. We all go through many kinds of hardships and failures in our lives which creates worry, sadness, distress, anxiety and a lot of other synonyms which affect us mentally and physically every second we are in this phase but we don't have to give up because the good part is, we learn something from every experience, a way to jump higher every time we fall, the eagerness to make the things right the next time and attempts after attempts you might just not fall again at the same place.

But sometimes,  It's just dreadful, a little more than you have ever taken care of on your own. Everything seems to slide out of your hands, the more you are trying to reach out the darker the night gets. Confused, depressed, miserable, crying your heart out over the same set of situations, again and again, ending up hurting yourself. It would be better if we think properly try to understand and accept the shortcomings and move out of it, finding the best way we can, I am sure every way would lead to a fight but if  you anticipate thoroughly you can win the life you want, It wouldn't be easy even after the win but things will surely get better once given enough time. Don't sit back and keep on taking the blow, do not settle for anything less than you deserve because you might see yourself just as an ordinary stone but a diamond is there somewhere inside, just need enough polishing to shine.

-Kriti Chawla 

Doodle By Trisha Gupta