My Trip to the Old World Museum

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Today, I went on a trip to Old World Museum with my dad. After we had our bags and oxygen cylinders examined, we went into the main exhibition building. It was a huge building with wood veneer, which dad said is like fake wood. The ceiling was made of thick plastic polymer which was designed to let in less light to resemble the brightness and temperature of sunlight years back. On the walls were 3D printed plastic animals and plants. The birds were mechanised to move like the real birds. The plants also moved slightly in the breeze generated by the large breeze system which created a small breeze inside the building. But dad told me the birds and trees moved much differently than the replicas. It must have been amazing to see these machines in real life moving from tree to tree, place to place without beings connected to a battery or socket.

I can only imagine how amazing it would have been for people to be able to walk around without carrying such heavy oxygen cylinders and feel the surface of these trees, animals and birds. Next we moved to the Oceanic Exhibition. We saw more machine animals and painted plants and coral reefs. There was even a modern wave machine that made waves on the replica ocean to look like waves on actual oceans back when oceans were still around. Dad used to tell me stories of how he would go to the beach and feel the wind on his face, the sound of waves and seagulls. Me and my friends never believed him. But if it is true, I wish I could see all this and feel ocean waves touch my body as I move through the water and the sound of seagulls soaring in the wind. I remember this one-time dad told me about how seagulls used to glide on the wind and seem to be fixed high in the sky without moving or falling down without any support. I always wondered why all these old people say such lies. Wouldn’t gravity have pulled it down? If rain really fell as often as they say it did, it would have burnt away all the plants and animals because of the acid content as all rains do. How did they play in such harsh conditions in the rain? All the things he said never obeyed the laws of physics or science. I always wonder.

They’re probably lying. But it’s a lie I wish were true now. It seems almost like paradise. We then moved to the Remains Exhibition where we saw real skeletons of animals and birds that used to exist. But they looked so ugly unlike the replicas that have beautiful feathers and skin and eyes and ears. These remains simply have bones. I made friends with one of the exhibits. The plaque said its an animal called a skunk; I call it skeleton skunk. We then moved to the Sports Exhibition where we saw replicas of humans playing on large fields in colourful uniforms with round objects and special sticks without any oxygen cylinders. They also looked much more muscular than humans today. The plaque said they could also run faster, lift heavier objects than today’s humans and even jump. Some could jump very high and would compete in competitions. What a dumb competition? Who cares which of them could jump the highest?

We then moved to the Pets Exhibition where we saw animals that humans had as household pets. They were nothing like my Puppy 15000 or the Kat 50 robots that came with inbuilt commands and could also do calculations and internet searches. The old pets had to be taught to shake hands and speak and couldn’t do half the things the pets of today can. I wonder why people loved dogs and cats and birds so much as pets. They’re so lame. We then moved to the Civilisations Exhibition. This was my favourite. In this hall we saw many different replicas of people of different colours and clothes of different cultures. I also saw an array of exhibits that portrayed what the food back then looked like. Apparently, people ate parts of plants and animals as food. It always grossed me out a little bit though, while that food was definitely more beautiful on the plate than our synthesised hydro food, it was harder to prepare and was sometimes gooey and gross. The hydro food is much simpler. You put it on the plate and pour some water and mix it till it reaches a mushy state and then it’s done. Simple and quick. It also had many flavours. Chicken, Mixed fruits, Salad but my all-time favourite, Chocolate.

Dad told me chocolate was taken from trees in his day and that it tasted much sweeter and richer. I would have liked to try it. I also saw a replica of a man moving awkwardly in a large water reservoir. When I asked dad, he told me that replica was swimming. It’s the act of throwing yourself in a dedicated reservoir and wasting energy in that process to induce pleasure. The people that lived years ago were crazy. Why would you waste energy just to move through still water? Beaches are a different thing, but a pool? Boring. But apparently, they were also very rich. They could afford to get water enough to swim in it. While today even the richest person had to wait for multiple minutes just to get water to drink. Dad also told me that back then desalinated water would come out of the ground and that it flowed out of machines called taps.

I wonder how they transported this much water to all the houses. Must have needed millions of water packs like the ones delivered to our house every day. After the Civilisations Exhibit, we came out of the museum to get ice cream. I always loved ice cream. I love to stand and watch the guy at the stall mix flavours with the synthetic milk cream and Saccharine and then put it in the freezer. It tasted so cold and creamy. After that it was almost dawn, so we decided to head home before the sun came up and fried us with UV rays. Apparently in dad’s time, people went out during the day but after global warming set in and the atmosphere was destroyed, people had to stay in their cubicles during the day. It would have been cool to go out in the sun and waste energy kicking a spherical object with my friends. I can’t wait to reach home and tell them about all that I saw and learnt today

Blog By Arvind K

#16. Travel my Escape

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Have you noticed that some people work so hard and save up a lot to travel? Why is travelling the new hype? I can see that travelling really can crave a big hole in your wallet and right from stepping into an aeroplane and back, you are using up everything so quickly that you sometimes don’t notice it.

But travelling is my escape. Yes, its an expensive one but the reason I travel is not because of the thrill for it, in another country, you require a restart in your way in life. The food you eat, the people you meet, the things you do and the history you learn is different from home. Travelling lets you become a new person and its important to break down your shell and let yourself experience what the world beyond your reach has to offer.

I really got into travelling after having an emotional breakdown at 2018 but ever since I started travelling, I came back with more stories to say, more things to do and more reason to perform. Last few months, I went to Iceland, Germany, Italy, Ireland, Northern Ireland, Hungary and Portugal. I am a nature enthusiast and the thrill to find the beauty of what mother nature offers gives me the strength and confidence to keep pushing my boundaries. The goal is not to impress but sometimes, its important to find and live in the moment.

It’s a reward you deserve. Well, you know the saying “You only live Once”, the world is too big to explore but we all run by a sand clock that keeps drawing down the sand grains until everything become to late. I don’t mean to tell you to give up and start travelling. My intention is to help you find purpose while travelling. Like for example, if you were going to an unhappy state of mind. You need to let yourself go from home and jump into the world of uncertainty and curiosity. Through this way, you start picking up the puzzles and figuring out what defines you and find your reasons to smile.

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Here is something I want to add, when you travel. Let go of your past. Grab yourself a map from the tourist office and navigate yourself through the city. There is a saying “In order to reconnect, you need to disconnect”. My point is that you need to let go of what holds you back. When you let yourself into the devils of distraction, you miss the good stuff that the place has to offer. You encounter good as well as bad people. But the goal here is to learn to adapt. You are no longer a kid but a mature adult that needs to go through hurdles of difficulties such as language barrier, culture shock, misinterpretation and confusion. But learning to accept them is all part of the travel experience.

The city / place welcomes you but its your responsibility to integrate yourself with the what welcomed you. As you are aware, that we humans are learning oriented being that is backed up by learning and experience curves. Let me tell you honestly, at 2016, I went to Paris and it was awful. I had no plan, no idea, I had so much fear and I was in total confusion. My experience was bad because it was my first time and I thought it would be easy to navigate using a Paris Card. Oh, boy. I was wrong. Paris has been the city I lost against and I feel like I could have done better. It was my first time and I didn’t trust myself travelling but I did, and I failed. I wanted to give up and not try again. But that’s when I knew that failing is just another reason to try again. Paris is still one place I will go again and explore properly. I know it’s a beautiful city and called the City of Love, but I never made amends with the city itself.

That’s when I promised myself that every city I go, I will plan, think strategy and do it better than the previous city. And that has been my learning curve, I let myself have bad experience, I let myself fail, I let myself lose money because I wanted to have a positive outlook towards travelling. I keep recording my flaws and mistakes and I look at ways to improve. That’s my thrill of travel.

Now, here is a deadlock. Travelling alone. I did it but its doable but the flaw I see in travelling alone is the will to express. I enjoy travelling with a friend or a family relative because when you are both put in a new environment, your thoughts and action vary from that of your co-traveller and the freedom to express is what makes it fun. Like for example, when travelling with my friend through Dublin, we went restaurant hopping which was so much fun, I tried the Irish and English traditional meals to which I compared them with my familiar Bavarian / Austrian meals that I normally eat. We also talked to each other about the authenticity of the cuisine that we are experience and there was so much sharing of knowledge. Travelling gives you the luxury to compare and being critics of your own word. You have a lot to notice, understand and discover. Travelling alone is not bad, it’s a lot of freedom and quite more adventures. You are own your own and I am sure many backpackers are solo travelers that tour around an area for a very long time and get involved immensely with their surroundings.

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My favorite part is the when I scroll through the city during the night. The city comes alive at night, and I know we have clubs, pubs and open events everywhere and I do attend them once a while but what I actually like the most is watching the stars. I sometimes take the time to see how the stars look above me and how we all share the same sky of stars. The sky of stars gives me so much memories. Like the most important people I met in my life, the people that I can consider as game-changers and the ones that were there in the good and bad times, we all sometimes just stared at the stars,  during our fine moments before departure and talked about what the future of life holds for us. And every time I look above, I recollect my thoughts and tell myself the sky of memories that keeps the city night alive and motivates me to keep discovering.

I want to end this blog of to the ones that don’t have to proposition to travel because of various reason. You don’t have to go to the country to find yourself or save up money for a lovely trip. All you need to do is discover your own locality. Let yourself explore the far side of the unknown within your place. Go to the places or the towns near you that you normally wouldn’t go to. Take a change to do a camp in the nearest campsite. Try out a new cuisine that you have never tried before, let your heart find the interest in newness. That’s how I feel in love with nature. I let myself get lost in the forest behind my house in Switzerland and always took the effort to find myself back home by evening. Try out a new recipe of a culture you have been always interested in, try cooking it and see how it turns. I know travelling is defined as an object or a person moving from one place to another through a means. Well, redefine your definition of what travelling is to you. Travelling to me is letting myself go from my comfort bubble and transit myself to another culture/foreign environment that allows me to rebuild my foundation of my understanding/perspective in life. So, I will leave you with this note.

What is travelling to you?

Written by Dochi

#15. How hard it is to say NO!

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Last day a couple of friends and I decided to have lunch from KFC. We tricked the nice innocent friend into standing in the queue (only after making sure that he knew our orders by heart though) and went to sit down. He came back with every possible dip available, ketchup, mayo, garlic paste, name it you got it. That too for all three of us. And not one of us ever use any of these stuffs. We stared at him pointedly without even giving him the occasional relief of blinking until he blurted out “I’m sorry guys. I fell for the dips again”. He further went on to explain that when the nice lady at the counter asked him nicely if he wanted dips, he couldn’t just say no to her like that. Although it seemed like a silly thing then, I later realized it to be something of a more serious problem that many of us introverts face, the difficulty in saying NO to someone.

The hardest thing to say no to is when your friends make plans to go out when all you want is a chill day with your books, cookies, chips and pajamas. Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely love hanging out with my friends and I always have an awesome some time whenever I hang out with them. But I don’t know if it’s just a Linnet thing or a universal thing (I’m 99.985% certain that it’s a universal thingy) but on some days the lazybones in me get better of me. But how do I convey this to my friends without hurting their feelings. What if they take this NO to be a subtle hint that I don’t like hanging out with them anymore(all chunkies of mine who’s reading this I love hanging out you ((yes all of you)) and don’t stop inviting me to go out with you even if I say NO twice or thrice in a row).So back to my worrisome brain’s musings.. What if they stop including me in all their future plans? What if they decide to stop talking to me altogether? What if they DUMP me from the position as a best friend? * sobs and blow nose violently *

Enough with the drama. I might have exaggerated the situation a little but still saying a firm NO to plans that involve going out is hard. The trick is to tell them exactly what you want them to know. While “Sorry I rather prefer the company of my books than you guys” would be a rather meanie thing to say “Sorry guys I was really looking forward to today but I’m just not in the mood to go out today. I don’t even have the energy to dress (make 33.3% sad + 33.3% tired + 33.3% innocent expression)”. Okay let me get one thing straight here. I’m not teaching you guys how to manipulate your friends into letting you off the hook for not hanging out with them. Rather I’m telling you all this so that you wouldn’t end up hurting their feelings. Okay so back to the topic how many of you had instances where someone asked you for help with something which you had absolutely no idea on but said yes only so that you wouldn’t sound rude. And ended up making a mess of the whole thing only to regret not having the guts to openly admit your lack of proficiency in the required subject matter.

Or on a sillier note when your little brother comes into your room demanding his rightful share in the packet of hide and seek chocolate cookies which you had skillfully hidden away under your pillow. It’s impossible to say a hard NO to him(or her in case you have a sister) , not because you were enchanted by his large puppy eyes but because you know what will happen if you decide to shut the door at his face.
He will go storming to mom complaining how much of a meanie his big sister is. Mom, far from the impartial judge that she’s supposed to be, has an inclination towards the younger sibling. This is all so frustrating because all you wanted to do was have a packet of nice chocolate chip cookies in peace and was instead brought for trial? Such injustice.

The next hardest thing to say NO to is something all Indians would be familiar with. Us Indians have this rich tradition of “Athiti devo bhava” meaning we are known for entertaining guests with great hospitality, treating them as equivalents of God (I might have exaggerated the context a wee bit). Translation: stuffing them with all sorts of delicacies without listening to their cries of “I’m so full aunty. You don’t want to see my stomach explode do you!”. Desserts, Chocolates, ice cream, deep fried spirals, hexagons, spheres and so goes the list. Everything’s happy at first but even after your stomach attains the saturation level there’s no way out of it. Here you are struggling to breathe while aunty makes the re-entry from kitchen with plates of more colorful varieties. You try saying no again but seeing that your cry for mercy is falling into deaf ears your plea again in a whinier tone but no, “you need more flesh on that skeleton, kid” is what you are met with. These aunties may be the sweetest souls, but they have the one-man ability to uproot your carefully formulated diets in a matter of seconds.
Saying no is never easy but sometimes you just won’t have another option. Don’t think of it as anything worse than ripping off a band aid (but then when has ripping off a band aid ever been easy). So, what I’m trying to say is that when a situation demands you to say a hard no to someone or something you’ve got to toughen up and do it whether you like it or not. Like for example when a plateful of cheesy fries are staring at you, begging you to take them in your hands tenderly, lick the cheese off them and to sink your teeth gently into the perfect crispy surface. But no don’t fall for it. Be a strong woman (woman, because I’m talking about myself), look the cheesy fries in the eyes and say “NO CHEESY FRIES. NOT THIS TIME. SORRY “. And pat yourself on the back saying,” there you go that wasn’t so hard was it”, wipe your tears and walk away.

So if you have any stories of similar instances do share guys!

Written by CHIRI

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If for a single second…

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“Maybe we shouldn’t talk as often. Maybe some space will help you move on.” “But even space has something for us to love about, my dear.”

Okay picture this, me and you, we are holding something heavy above our heads. Neither of us can do it alone, but together we can manage. If one of us let’s go, the other dies. That’s where we are. I don’t want you to go, so I don’t let go. You don’t want me to get crushed, so you won’t let go. Whatever the reason, we are trapped in this moment. The worst part is, it is my own doing. Now I can either push you away, saving you, but killing me, or I can let go, killing you. I wanted love. You wanted friendship. Now we are trapped in a situation where either we both come to terms, or one of us takes the shit-storm that’s coming. You see, I’m more than willing to take it, if it saves you, but you wouldn’t let me. Thus, we are in constant conflict. I came to crossroads where I had to choose to let you go or hold on to something that will never happen, and I always chose the same road every time. I wish we could have been more; you wish I would stop wishing that. It’s simply chaos brewing. I do want to move on, but I just don’t want to. Every day I tear myself apart trying to keep our friendship that means so much to you, never for an instant letting you see the cracks and faults that form day by day.

Every day that I talk to you, I fall in love with you more and more, every day I don’t, I miss you more and more. Either way, giving up is impossible. I know I can’t force you to stay with me. But now you force me to shut off my emotions and feelings toward you and just be friends. Why can’t I love you but still be friends? Seeing you as just a friend seems like such a nightmare. You say you feel guilty, because you feel like you’re giving me false hope. Well I feel guilty for falling in love and creating this situation in the first place. There’s a lot of things I’m willing to do to help us both but moving on is not one of them. So please don’t ask me to, I’d hate to have to say no to you

Why can’t I? I don’t know. All I know is that you matter to me far too much for me to just let you go. I can’t bear to lose you. But now we grow distant each day. I told you earlier this was going to happen, but you believed it wouldn’t and that we could still be friends without me having feelings for you. But how can you expect the result to be any different if every time I see you, I still see the same things I fell in love with earlier? How can I move on when all I can think of every time, I see you, is how fucking amazing you are?

I have so many questions, but no answers. I have so many problems but no solutions. But that’s not new. I’ve had that my whole life and I’ve spent my entire life searching for a solution, searching for home, waiting to be understood and I met you. One hour of talking and you’re already completing my sentences. You didn’t just listen, you understood and for those few hours that we talked that day, I felt genuinely happy. You just washed away all my worries like waves on a beach and as soon as you were gone, those worries came back, more potent. I guess that’s what got me addicted to you like a drug. That constant need to have you around. But apart from just taking my worries away, in you, I had found everything I was looking for but so much more.

Now all I can do is stare at that one picture we took together that day and see what I look like, when I’m happy. It’s certainly very different and much better than the face I see in my mirror every day. People ask me how my life could be so perfect. Popular at college, lots of friends, never weak, always laughing, always strong and just happy. If only they knew, that under my strong character is a weak broken heart, under my happiness is an endless ocean of pain and despair, behind every laugh is an attempt at masking the footprints left by tears, behind every friend I make is my search for her in someone else, behind my popularity is the determination to not repeat the same mistakes I’ve already made. I keep trying to be a better me every day, and nothing changes. In the end, I still revisit the same moment repeatedly.

I guess some people are cursed with too much hope. Hope of a brighter future that stops me from running away from pain and despair. But it seems it only leads to more pain. I guess I’m cursed to walk an endless path of hurt to a destination that will never come. I guess I’m cursed to be too strong to give in to the pain and quit but too weak to ignore the pain and be happy. It seems I’m cursed to simply feel the pain repeatedly and endlessly.

I would never show you any of this even though I know you will understand. I’ve created enough problems for you as it is. But how can I stop loving someone who’s funny and awesome enough to make me happy just by being in the vicinity, but sweet enough to offer to sit and listen to me if I ever wanted to share something with you, or if I simply needed to vent? You claim you’re not perfect, but you don’t see that it’s the combination of your perfections and imperfections I fell in love with. No great painting is painted only with bright colors, no great song was sung only with high notes. No perfect person ever existed but if they did, they wouldn’t be as interesting as the imperfect ones. It’s not that you’re perfect, it’s just that you’re real.

I’ve lost count of the number of days I wished that I could mean as much to you as you mean to me or even half as much. It’s true, unrequited love hurts, but what hurts the most is when you ask me to move on, because I’ve to choose between lying to you, or seeing you storm away annoyed that I refuse to move on. Of course, I would always choose to maintain your trust even if the sight of you storming away hurts more with each step you take. It reminds me each time, that one day, I’ll see that for the last time. I don’t know how I’ll deal with it though. I maybe strong, but every strong person has a weak spot they try to safeguard with the strong demeanor and mine is losing you. I just hope I don’t fall apart in front of you, I would hate to leave that in your conscience. I’ve always been strong, motivated others to be too. But now I think I may be on a path that will strip away all my defenses and tear me apart.

But I guess that’s the way it works. Maybe one day you’ll change your mind, maybe you’ll feel about me tomorrow as I feel about you today. But you see, that’s the thing about tomorrow, it’s always coming but never really arrives. I just hope if that day does come, it’s not too late. I’ve never wished for you to regret anything, and I never will, but sometimes I just wish you would let me be, let me love you the way I do, instead of trying to force me to not. Sometimes I wish you would just accept things the way they are. Sometimes I feel guilty for putting someone as nice as you through this. But in the end, I remember that there’s nothing I can do. I’m as helpless as you are, maybe a bit more. But hey, it was still a privilege, nonetheless. You may not be with me tomorrow, but you’re here today. I’ll never regret that; I’ll never regret meeting you. I’ll only regret not being the friend you wanted me to be, I’ll only regret disappointing you as much as I did.

I don’t know if there’s a life after this one, but if there are any, I just hope that in what could be an infinite lifetimes, there’s at least one where we are together, even if it’s merely for a second. It would be great if I could know what your love feels like for a single second, once in an infinity of lifetimes. A single second where I mean to you more than anyone else. A single second, where I’m genuinely happy. A single second I would forever remember and cherish. A single second that’s too much to ask for. A single second I would give anything to have. If  for a single second…

Written by Arvind

War Scars

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There was once a summer, where I went to spend vacation with my aunt and her son, Well, in my eye, he seem to be more like my close friend whom I share everything with. On a fine day, I accidentally caught my first cousin applying some kind of ointment on his knee. I was curious and concern at the same time, so, I asked about it. He reminded me of an accident that occurred 2 years back, from where he got some those serious scars. His scars made me triggered me to remember the marks on my sisters’ belly which she got from her 9 months pregnancy. Both have imprints on their skin are given by their life. But what surprise me is the difference in the way they analyse those scars. My cousin hopes to rub it off from his body because each time he looked at his knee, those scars brings back those dark and horrific moment before his eyes. But, on the other hand, for my sister it was different. She sees them as the symbols of her endurance. Her ability to sacrifice anything for a long period of 9 months and to give birth to her beautiful baby despite suffering a horrible pain.

Literally everyone on earth do have scars. Either visible or not. Some have scars on their body whereas some have in their heart. Speaking about scars in our heart, I would like to say that words and deeds of others and ours itself can make wounds on the walls of heart. When those wounds remain unhealed, they transform into invisible scars. And these scars are invincible too. Because we won’t forget heartaches so soon. Isn’t it true that we still feel the same rage to someone who insulted us years ago. Isn’t it true that whenever we think of the situations or people who ‘gifted’ us affliction, our heart feels a pang. And It is indeed true that many of us have a sewed up heart…. a heart with patch works.

In fact, no one can escape from getting hurt, and everyone has their own scars. Because life is like a war. Don’t worry, I am not here to speak philosophy. But when I think about life I can’t help myself comparing it to a war. In war we fight with people, in life we fight with situations. In war people face victory and losses whereas in life, people face success and failure. In war loss is inseparable and in life it is unpreventable. In war no one can avoid parting and separation, whereas in life too we can’t avoid them.

But there are some brave soldiers who are gifted with great courage to maintain a curve on their lips even if they are mutilated by war (life). They are filled with spirit, perseverance and an unswerving decision to win fate itself. And they will win. Not because they foresee the actions of their fate…..just because they aren’t afraid of getting hurt. They are very sure that their Shields are not strong enough to defend the deceptions of life. But they just don’t fear to have scars. And these brave individuals both men and women, don’t deceive themselves on what others will think of their scars.
But not everyone is courageous enough let the world know about their scars.

Let me share you my experience know a girl who cut her flesh whenever she is depressed. She is trying to forget those hard thoughts by making her body suffering pain. So, her body is full of scars. But she wears only dresses covering her entire body. She doesn’t want the world to know her problems and she fears what people will think of her if they see her scars. It’s indeed true, that not everyone always keeps a blood-stained blade to self-harm like her. But there is another truth…. that not everyone has gone through a life like hers. Battle fields are different and so is the fight. Some people may face everything with a determined heart. Whereas, others may not have such a strong heart. As, human nature, we try to slip into different alternatives which can be unhealthy to meld our scars and we try to fake the truth that they are fine and brave enough to withstand harsh those life situations. Those unhealthy means can be a blade, alcohol or some kind of drugs.

I don’t support self-harming or drug abuse. But do we ever think about why some people are up to such things??? Because they are afraid to stand up alone…to face realities without supports….and Most importantly they really scared to fall and fail. Hence they end up with dark haunting silhouettes in their life book rather than end up with some scars .

Yes, of course as said in the Kite Runner (by Khalid Hosseini ),scars will make the present to last forever.But scars are what make people who they are.Because they prove that you are much stronger than whatever that tried to destroy you.scars only have the stories of survival and victory. S,o what I want to say my readers is that ,if wounds became scars don’t worry,they are not the fights you loss…but for the fights you won….for you never elope from anything but you just faced it with all your heart.And that’s what matters,you fought back.So, just face the WAR ,soldier !! and courageously end up with SCARS

Written by Guest Writer Zahrana

Exuberant relationships

 

WhatsApp Image 2018-11-20 at 18.45.35Lately I had been bestowed with the gift of thinking. I call this a gift as it leads to revelation. Once, entering this realm of seething thoughts I realized that depression is optional. Just like how we have the freedom to choose how to dress up or what to eat, we have the choice to embrace it or exclude it. It’s not something that is imposed onto us by someone, its something that we can opt for. It’s the outcome of our perspective, or the way we look at life.

Often our view or perspective is influenced by two things or at least that’s what I’ve felt. Among this, one is, of course, book. Books teach us a lot of things. It is an entirely different world out there. It’s like a labyrinth, once you enter this space you will get lost and you’ll end up falling in love with it. Even the very smell of a new book can get you excited. It takes us to face the world and the different people in it to be precise. It, in a way, act as a mould which shapes our view and enables us to look at the bright side of things, like the sides we haven’t even thought about.

Next, the soul-buddy. Now, this person right here is the one I want to talk about. Accept it, we all have this soul-sister or soul-brother or soul-mate or whatsoever term we use. It can be our best friend, our parents, our better-half or even our pain-in the-neck siblings. This person is the one with whom you comfortably share all your topsy-turvy thoughts. They seldom let you down and listen to all your weirdest fantasies. They know who you are because they had seen you in your best and worst behavior. They know ways to celebrate your happiness and methods to survive your wrath. They will be the ones who had seen your brightest and exasperating sides.

Let me tell you some ways to figure out this person. They are the ones with whom you are in your true self and you both will be devoid of masks. The real you that lies within the mask is shadowed by it when you wear them which doesn’t happen when you are with this person. Well, many a times, I’ve seen people who aren’t true to anyone. And I’ve often wondered if they had ever been true at least to themselves. They act so lovey-dovey in front of some and at the same time they go around bitching about them. And if I’m not wrong, this trait is quite common in all of us and we would’ve done it at least at some point of time in our lives.

Now, the next thing is that you have the complete freedom to goof around when you are with them, and you can utter all your nonsense as you don’t have to coax them to like you. Like I said, they know you inside-out, they have seen the good and bad side in you and have been patient while listening to all your babbling. They have your character certificate to be precise. They help us to choose the right solution for our complicated problems. And the best part is that, they are gifted with the subtle art of cooling you down. I call it an art as it is acquired as a result of endless patience and tolerance.

Now, one thing I want to tip-you off is that, this role of soul-buddy won’t be confined to one single person all the time, especially in today’s world where human relations get withered off so easily. For instance, my soul-buddy back when I was in school is almost like a stranger now. And another batch-mate, who was like a stranger back then, is very close to me now. See. Things change!

So far I’ve come across a couple of people who have been persistent in their relationship with me. I’m not planning to mention their names, still let me hint you off how they fit into these roles so that u can ponder if u have one such important person in your life, whom you haven’t taken into serious consideration

  1. The whole-sister. I’m a hosteler and I have two beautiful souls as my roomies. So obviously, they qualify to that title. Among them one is my all in all. She listens to all my dramas patiently and I always have her shoulder when I cry.  She is the perfect partner-in-crime and we both share the same mental age. ^_^
  2. The gorgeous google. She is gorgeous to be frank and just like google, she has the solutions to all my problems. She is the boldest woman I’ve ever come across in my entire life. She is the best when it comes to comforting someone. She just knows how to sort things out. Both these ladies are the reason why I survive in my hostel and I can’t even think of being in my room without these two- which will be happening next year. May god save me!
  3. The ‘Always-here’ lass. Well, we’ve been friends for about 5 years now. Our relation is quite hilarious. At times we don’t call or even text each other. We often fight for no reason. Still we both know that we are always there for each other. Whenever we have a problem we know where to turn to.
  4. The count on me lad. He is the batch-mate I was talking about earlier. It so happened that once I rang him up and cried my heart out. And he just listened to all my dramas for like half and hour without saying a word and then he was like woah, get a grip on yourself, it’s not the end of the world bro… And from that day on I bug him without fail and he still tolerates me as he has signed up for that. 😀
  5. The sarcastic boyo. We have been friends for almost 10 years. He is the one who had witnessed almost all my dramas and fits. Knows exactly how and when I make tantrums. He knows how loony and babyish I can be. According to him, my problems are not exactly problems’, in fact they are just puny instances – (true tho). He taught me that we shouldn’t go around complaining about the little things in life.

I believe that everyone of us are gifted with beautiful souls like these who will cheer us up. All you have to do is to find them, and once you find them enjoy your life to the fullest. Once you have your own space and people, life will be worth living as you will have at least a handful of people who are true to your face and doesn’t pass on judgement no matter what you do. So instead of sitting back disappointed, try to find the right lad and enjoy your life being you.

Written by Sandra Paul

 

 

Diary of a Young Boy

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Dear diary, the silence of my phone is deafening.

Hey, wassup? Its been a few days, I know. I’ve been busy, but it seems you have been too. Your programs went well, I presume. I can’t begin to explain how annoying it is to have so much to say, but no you to say it to. My day just feels incomplete without telling you all about it, to the most minute detail, and you cracking a silly joke every second. I can’t help but wait for you to text me or call me on my cell phone. Sometimes I wish I had a hotline to communicate with you. It’s funny, people talk about how they see a diary as a best friend, but here I am seeing a best friend as nothing short of a diary, only so much more. Each day, I simply open my phone out of habit, to message you and then just as I open our chat, I remember you’re busy with everything that’s going on, and I foolishly place my phone back in my pocket. My friends keep asking me, “Why do you pay so much attention to that girl? Just cause you have a crush on her doesn’t mean you have to message her all the time.” If only they knew I’m anticipating a whole different person. Imagine what they would think if they knew I barely talk to the girl I have a crush on because I’m too busy handling the random bullshit of the only person whom I confidently confide all my random bullshit to. The icing on the cake being that we are 2 total strangers who know each other better than most people who know us in real life. I sometimes wonder, what would happen if we ended up running into each other somewhere? Would we even recognize each other?

How is it, someone who you barely know, is the person about whom there’s barely anything left to know. Its a weird world and we are a weird species. But even in such impossible circumstance, two people, at two different ends of the spectrum became nothing short of siblings through a medium of communication. My friend, my polar opposite, my sister and my diary. What would I do without you? Probably make rash, irrational decisions left and right, and that’s not a very promising prospect. But of all the decisions I’ve made, deciding to try and help you be less introverted and more confident is perhaps one of my best. As much difference as I’ve made in your path. I’ve traveled roads that were till then untraveled until there were no roads left. I’ve always been really confident and gutsy, but you had a big part to play, and in the end, our conversations have always taken me to different levels and I have a good feeling you’re gonna help a lot more people along your way. You’re are truly more than what meets the eye. As childish as you say you are, you’ve helped me much more than you give yourself credit for. Maybe its the naivety of your opinions and remarks that give me a different angle on my situation and help me decide upon a different path. Strange, isn’t it. But I’m always glad to have you by my side to push me further and keep making me believe in myself, that I can succeed, even when my chances are 1 in 14000605. With my resolutions of stone paired with your infinite positivity, everything is in my fingertips and I can achieve anything in a snap. Even if half the world stood against me, I’ll reduce them to ashes. I feel so phenomenal, even when everything becomes a bit shady.

Also, just the other day I was reading Diary of a young girl: Anne Frank. I was baffled by the resemblance between yours and her characters, the fun, naive, positive girl that simply refuses to be negative, and now you’ve got me to take the place of Kitty. As long as we have each other, we don’t need blue eyes to survive any holocaust

But one of things I really miss when we have long silences is our silly arguments, and how we settle our differences, especially with the addition of all the things that have been happening recently. Sometimes it feels weird to go about my day without having annoyed you with a stupid comment about something or the other you care about. But even with all that stupidity between us, I don’t need to check the horoscopes, to know that you’ll be a star one day. Greatness has always been within you. As it is in everyone, but sometimes greatness has strange ways of showing itself. Even if its in the form of a person who’s introverted enough to barely talk to people, deciding to not be introverted as much and then successfully making friends on her own terms. Must have felt on top of the world. Everyday it’s a privilege to see you grow, till you’re practically 10 feet tall. But what truly surprises me, is even after all your achievements, your humility is still fixed in its place. That’s what makes you truly special. No matter how much changes you undergo, you change without losing your individuality. You don’t remain the same, but simply become better. Every second of your life is the most perfect you’ve ever been and the most imperfect you’ll ever be, and I think that’s just amazing. Your moral compass is on point. But one thing I find amusing, is how you don’t see it yourself and think why other people like you, have trouble accepting that they are every thing that they are. But I’m so happy that I can say it in the past tense.

Well, dear diary, as much as I would like to keep talking, that’s all for today. I’m already late to go to bed, but I had to confide all this to you, but since the real you isn’t here, I have to make do with this virtual version of you. But hopefully, it won’t be too long till your schedule gets a bit more relaxed and we can continue our conversations at greater lengths. So, finish it up quick! I’ve got so much to say.

Written by Aravind