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 # 30s ME … To Myself at 30 --------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear myself aged 30 Hai and Hi Five About you, a lot I do hear And that brings both joy and fear Maturity is your gift, it's told Along with being sensible and bold It's told you bring maturity It's told you make me sensible It's told you make my life stable And It's told, to fulfill all my dreams, you make me able While these reasons are enough to excite There are few things  Which bother and give me a fright First of all, Are we both similar ? Or even better,  How drastically do we differ ? While change is truly  The only constant  From my authentic core I don't wish to be too distant  Do you find the fulfillment  Of my long-cherished dreams ? Or did you find them to be Silly childish whims? Everything changes I understand, As time flows So what are now your Dreams and goals? Oh, so many questions !  Hope you don't mind  Me putting you through...

The Alchemist -by Paulo Coelho  The Physical  and  The Philosophical  Perspectives The Alchemist is a must-read, a book for a lifetime. A single read is enough to hit a raw nerve deep within the consciousness and shake up the core of one’s very being. It shreds all prejudiced perceptions about Life to bits. It leaves an everlasting impact on the reader with profound insights into human life and the Universe, encompassing everything between and beyond. The book is at once both worldly and outworldly. While the book narrates the outward journey of the protagonist, with its many ups and downs, there is an underlying current of wisdom which pulls the readers inward, towards their own true selves. The external journey brings excitement, curiosity, thrills, and a euphonium of joy at the end when the protagonist succeeds in his mission. But the internal journey is reversed, it steadily calms the mind as one progresses deep into the tale, making one more open to marvelling...

Not Mere Mounds of Mud - Wha t lessons lie buried in Ant Hills : While the world now, with high rise bridges and skyscrapers, struggles to uphold basic civic order; the humble anthill hides with it lessons for civilizational progress. Without any scope of an ariel view, how do ants manage to build such architectural designs? It's the work they do underground which matters. The inside of an anthill opens up like a fantasy world, with an astonishing network of interconnected tunnels and chambers. It's not one deep dark hole, but has separate chambers for the Queen Ant, worker ants, food storage, etc. , with channels for air and water circulation, all within a seemingly tiny space.  Lesson#1 - Space management is not a matter of concern, it's the cornerstone of creation in Nature. These intricacies underneath lead to the outward impressive appearance. Lesson #2 - The devil is the detail. Focus on the details and the overall outcome will be magical.  Also, compare the size o...

  🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟  1.  The one to be my Husband ...  This is the kind I crave  Like the Sarva Shreshtha Pati ...  ShivShankara Mahadev   2.  The Adi Purusha who is  The epitome of Divine Masculine Far from a coward and effeminate Not arrogant, narcissist or vain 3.  Usullied by negativity As toxic-resistant as Neelakanth Simple, humble and decent As benevolent as Bholenath  4.  That firmly controlled Adiyogi Who reduced Cupid to ashes A Celibate I claim sole rights on  Pure, Loyal and Monogamous  5. The Ardhnarishwar for whom  Wife is Ardhangini, Better Half  NOT item, chick or babes A mere trophy or show-off  6. That Lord Shiva Who without Shakti is Shava  Two beings of One Soul Intertwined like Bhavani - Bhava  7. The Kailashpati for whom  Marriage is NOT mere fun & infatuation with a spoilt Princess  But it's about Family and Future  together with Gau...

🌟 An Ode to My Dad 🌟 *Dear Dad, with intense love and faith  Back home, do you I summon  Come and catch a glimpse of  Your little girl grown into a woman *A MasterChef, I'm called  But all the culinary skill is waste  What's the use of it , Dear Dad When even a morsel from my hand, YOU can't taste  *For functions and grand occasions Now I wear a saree But what value holds any compliment When YOU don't see the look I carry  *PhD scholar, I am  Creating a thesis worth a doctoral  But on many lonly nights, I grapple alone without guidance  Without OUR deep talks, habitually nocturnal  *Books, poems, music, photo edits Art of all kinds I still explore But whom should I share my ideas with  Without YOU around, my Creative Side gets less adore *A smartphone now I have  With all social networking sites But I keeping thinking how it would be To exchange with YOU all the jokes, edits, comments or likes  *Slightly extroverted...

🪔🌺🙏  *Being a woman as I am  Is all wrong they say Listen to me, they teach What's the right way  *Tumeric powder for fair skin Suggests the all-knowing traditional trad Na, better to use creams and bleach Advices the snobbish ultra-modern mod  *Fully dress up and decked - trad says carry your belief on body like a doll inert Mod dressing is exotic and catching up the latest style expert Well, don't both deny comfort ? *Trad says English speaking is bad, especially for a girl Mod feels mastery over mother tongue to be backward, rural  *Trad opines that too much of education corrupts females  Mod expects one to be a know-it-all, memorizing world's all tales  *Trad favous the family above all Mod is in favour of friendships standing tall - Both ignore the individual inner CALL   *Trad life is all full of blind beliefs and superstitions  Mod life is totally rational, devoid of emotions  *Trad demands to change lifestyle and tastes a...

Prince Kezin let out a deep sigh as he sat on his bed with closed eyes, legs outstretched. There was a terrible pain ransacking his leg, due to a wound caused by an arrow. The pain was unbearable, but it was nothing in comparison to the turmoil ranging in his mind.  He had imagined this battle to be a wonderful opportunity to fulfil one of his long-cherished childhood dream. But a cruel twist of fate had now dashed all his hopes to the grounds.  As with any other day, the Prince had called in the medical staff to get treated for the day's injuries. The royal doctor, on close examination of a particular wound on the leg, had declared that the Prince had been hit by the vicious 'Nanjjiu' arrow.  This meant that a seemingly simple arrow, which had struck the Price, had been tipped with a kind of deadly poison. The poison had already entered the blood of the Prince and would take hardly a day to spread throughout his body and kill him. The only known antidote of this poiso...

 Hyderabad Karnataka Liberation  A fictional retelling of the Liberation Movement of Hyderabad-Karnataka area, through the eyes of an enigmatic archetype with mythological connotations.          1. Submerged             2.Resistance          3.Salvation Submerged HE sneaked out of his abode and strolled contemplatively across the far-stretching sacred rocky hills of the Deccan plateau; with a number of majestic ancient temple-towers rising behind and places worth a mention in history lying strewn all around below him. Black wild boars were indigenous to this region and too common a sight, unless one had the insight to realize. But right now, the people right here were quite disturbed to notice it. There was something – a huge thing – happening among the, the visuals of which were just too gory. HE knew it. HE had witnessed it all. Through all the times and ages. This particular place had al...

  ** The Crystal Ball ** 🌒 When I'm clouded  By confusion, fear or Doubt I turn to the Divine Crystal Ball To reveal the answers sought  🌓 Crowned with Holy heavenly halo Glows with soft celestial grace Its mere sight evokes introspection Into its mythical depths I gaze  🌔 Fogggy obscured sometimes For it to clear do I patiently wait And mirroring our earthly lives Goes through phrases like our Fate  🌕 Formations visible on it Activates my inner clairvoyant Mind quientens up to decipher The upcoming worries and enjoyment  🌖 Sometimes a silent whisper Sometimes a intutive thought The way differs everytime But the message is right brought  🌗 It lies high up there ... The sacred otherworld sphere The doorway to higher realms Allures me to fly away from here  🌘 It lights up The Dark The silent black Night Illuminates All Mysteries All psychic powers ignite  🌙🌊 Magnatising charm it holds It rises powerful waves It alchemises everything Pu...

UNTOUCHABLE 🌸 🌼🌼🌼 The side door swings back and forth As in and out they run A mischievous lot, they were My maid's little children Grandma frowned at them Run round, they dare? Outcaste and impure Untouchables, they are Grandpa smiled and said Right you are indeed! Untouchable they are From vanity, pride, greed Untouchable to sorrow Nothing ever soils their joy Untouchable to any worry Smile fades not from their eye They mind not of the world around Untouchable to ideals so high Their hearts are filled with love alone Innocence they personify Untouchable were their souls For the insults and abuse hurled Untouchables they indeed were For the harshness of the world Untouchable for the ways of the world With joy and love they shine Untouchable for the evils of mankind They embody a spark of the Divine They play and laugh gleefully Standing by the threshold Untouchable for the reality outside So bitter, cruel and cold They peek outside curiously May this threshold they not cros...

PC: Internet  Alpha and Luna sat in silence over the hilltop, in deep contemplation. There was something – a huge thing – happening among the humans living around them, the visuals of which had deeply disturbed them. It was all just too gory and bloodstained. That human beings would turn so very bloodthirsty, that go against their own species, was a mind-blogging thought for the parents of the wolf pack. Soon, a group of five cubs surrounded their parents. They too had seen the gruesome sights of the happenings around, and it had piqued their interest. Their parents had forbidden them from investigating the matter on their own, so it was now on the shoulders of the parents to quench the curiosity of their young naïve cubs. Alpha snapped out from his contemplation when he noticed all the inquisitive eyes around him. He looked at Luna, who gave him a short nod. Signaling his kids to come closer to him, he begins his narration. “It’s a case of marking territories. Just like us, human ...

PC: Internet   I’m an introvert in an extrovert world. I’m a feeler in a world of thinkers. I strive to be authentic in a world of fakers.  And  worst of all, I’m a woman in a (supposedly) man’s world. 🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌗🌗🌘🌑 “One gets birth of a woman due to past life sins” – declares the Hindu scriptures. This seems to just be a casual rant of a misogynist who later gained fame as a philosopher (as it often happens in patriarchal societies). But the Indian (especially Hindu) society makes sure that these words come true. Society makes sure that women feel cursed for just being born as women – by burdening them with roles, duties, expectations, judgements, traditions, etc.  … ... ...  Religion is said to be a path to self-realization. It’s supposed to make people shun away the distractions of the world and make them turn inward, towards the Inner Truth and Authenticity.  But in reality, religion was hardly any of this - it encouraged mindless superstitions, e...

Characters : Virmati (Difficult Daughters), Rosie (The Guide by R.K. Narayan), Priyanka, Esha, Radhika (One Night at a Call Centre by Chetan Bhagat)  Virmati’s eyes turned all around the café as she sat sipping coffee. She was waiting for her friends - four of them - who were her soul sisters. Though Virmati had tons of friends in her personal and professional circle, the bond she shared with these four women was unique – it was more soulful. It was not just blood-bound or professional. It was more of matching wavelengths - born out of shared ideologies and experiences. All of them (including Virmati) were “modern, educated” Indian women, who were independent and opiniated. This was something which was totally radical in Indian society, and had therefore alienated these women from the rest of the society (including their own families). Besides ideology, bitter experiences due to patriarchy was another thing which these women shared in common. The lives (both personal and professio...

Dear Dad, Haaaaiiiii *hugs* HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! *tight hugs* *sniffs* I think I need not tell you about how I'm doing … After all …  It's all your guidance and blessings … But Papa … I have no words to express how much I miss you … Your words … Encouragement … Appreciation … Guidance … JUST YOUR PRESENCE !!! I was numb with shock and traumatized for a long time after your abrupt departure … But I have now managed to bounce back … I am happy and proud to tell you that all the seeds you had sown are bearing fruit, Papa. I feel like I'm finally being true to myself and becoming the best version of myself … Just like you had always wanted to see me … I have learnt to talk, communicate, socialize, be independent (to an extent) , take decisions, etc … Papa, I remember how you had subtly adviced me to take up Arts and Literature as my field of study … back when I was in Class 10 and was overenthusiastic about taking Science ... Your ad...

Indian Writings in English – II Assignment 1 The Day India Burned - Partition (A BBC Documentary)  Film Text Analysis Page 1      The Partition of the Indian subcontinent into India and Pakistan can be said to be one of the darkest moments in the history of humankind. The joy of gaining independence from the colonial masters, the British, was heavily overpowered by the heart wrenching brutality of the Partition. Pain, suffering, separation, uprooting of people, mass exodus, refugee camps, murders, rapes, violence, hunger...the horrors of the Partition took up innumerable forms. These wounds continue to bleed till today, as the traumas are ingrained in the minds of the families of people who were affected by the Partition.      The Partition of the subcontinent into India and Pakistan garnered attention worldwide. The division of a diverse and culturally rich country like India on the basis of religion was indeed something unthi...

SIGNIFICANCE OF DALIT LITERATURE FOR SOCIAL UNIFORMITY WITH REFERENCE TO THE NOVEL CHOMANA DUDI by Shivram Karanth (Kannada) - Kiranmayi M R19MAE12 MA English, 2nd semester Page 2 Untouchability: A Social Evil The advent of 20th century brought many reforms to Indian society. The arrival of English education let people to question their age-old beliefs and practices. One such archaic practice put under scrutiny by the reformers was the inhuman custom of untouchability .               The caste system existed in Indian society right from the time of recorded history. It was an integral part of the Hindu society. The system was not just strange and irrational, it also gave rise to many coldblooded beliefs, superstitions and practices in society. One such wretched offshoot of the caste system was the practice of untouchability.               The traditions followed in th...