Tales i tell

                   Just like every day, I was browsing through news and social media and I was surprised to see a 17-year-old's speech that had taken the internet by storm, this little lady was talking so passionately about climate change and how our world leaders won't even budge, busy reaping the profits while ignoring our impending doom. She was crying because she realized that there wouldn't be a life to live when she grew up. After seeing her speech, the first thought that crossed my mind was 'How innocent is this kid?' she's not ready to face the harsh truth we already know. she does not deserve to be worried about something so dark, she deserves a happy childhood, you know while she can.      For me, living in a third-world country like India, we have seen and grown up with news of poverty, extreme social injustice, rapes, and murders, these things are happening two blocks away from our home and they occur on such ...

M.J.library 2nd Sept 2019                     In recent developments, now that the world has collectively decided to descend into total anarchy, and while the freedom of expression is reduced to a joke, I often think about the role of writing, does writing really help? why must we write?.              I write to release my often complex and convoluted thoughts, it provides an effective source of grounding and stress release, and it's kind of like taking a burden off my shoulders. Honestly, if you are reading 6-7 hours daily and barely talk to anyone in your 24-hour schedule, if it goes on for long enough anyone would start to write something, the constant reading messes with your mind. writing is the only thing that can keep you sane at that point.              In his iconic poem 'Ode to a Nightingale', John Keat writes "My heart aches and drowsy numbness pains".I...

                          For the past few months, I feel like I am the only one, desperately holding onto my friends, honestly because I don’t know what I’ll do when these bonds of the past are severed, I don’t have any energy left in me, to make new friends and reach that comfort in new companionship, to find some misfits to call them my tribe,  I am so tired of all the bullshit of all these fake ass people I meet on a daily basis, I know how hard it is to find real friends and how much harder it is to invest so much time and energy in them when the time is the only thing that I am running out of.                       And Now suddenly it's time to make new friends because apparently, all the previous times don't count, and I'll let you in on a secret: making friends in your 20s is hard. You can't just go up to someone on the playground a...

                                   It is like you get up one day  and not an inch of the world around you has changed. It’s not one of those fantasy movies where one day you open your eyes and discover that you have been bestowed with magical powers. That’s never the case at least for me. Monotonousness reeks in every breath and action and event in life. Self-help tips sound great -  think positive, meditate, spiritual connections, the law of attraction, peace of mind, the purpose of life....  what not. Reading is easy, following is not. Well, I’m not a stickler; then neither am I a born genius. It takes a lot to achieve stability of mind, more in the spiritual sense than the technical sense. To quote great poets, you have a good head on your shoulders and you are steady on your feet but the only shortcoming is that this head still reels with a headache because of my sleep ...

                     I understand that not everyone finds history fun, I'd like to share why I love it so much. well, because life itself has to move forward despite so many hardships around us,history gives me the opportunity to view how the people before me, made decisions and endured them. First of all, I'd like to start off with the background of different countries. When it comes to history, my main area of interest in world history. I love world history because I get to learn how societies functioned, how people interacted with each other, how governments were run, and about the cultures of countries I usually have never been to before. For me, it's like exploring a world I've never been to, or can't go to. Another reason why I love history is that it answers a lot more questions than I originally thought it would. Why do we celebrate certain holidays? Why is this event happening in this country? Why does this cou...

It’s New Year’s Eve and they’re the words you’ve been waiting to hear! It’s the New Year eve guys, about damn time! and just like every year, I am not doing a single thing on New Year’s Eve...  because  I've  never understood the need some have to go out and celebrate the New Year so it can become quite a forced atmosphere as people so want to celebrate, but no one is quite sure what they're really celebrating. As 2017 comes to a close, both relief and despair have crept up on me: I am glad that the year is over but sad that it sucked so ruthlessly. As people across the world prepare to bid farewell to 2017 by getting too drunk to remember its last moments, they may be finding it hard to shake themselves of a lingering sadness and I don't drink so that option is also out. On every new year's eve, I feel I can relate to Joey more and more, and at midnight, I want to scream on top of my lungs 'why god why? Why are you doing this to us, let others grow old, n...

          Am I dreaming or awake? The head feels so heavy. Is the person talking outside the room for real? Why is he talking in such a loud voice, with his high spirited laughter and over-enthusiastic chatter? I wonder if he knows that he looks like a clown inside a chimp's body with his abnormal walk and constant head bobbing. The tree looks too huge to be normal. The street lamp is too bright to look at directly. Do we need street lights with 1000 Watt bulb in them? It's making me blind and my vision blurred. Everything seems larger than life. The gurgling bike passing by appears to be floating, giving off steam and smoke from the rear like a cigarette between a drunken man's fingers. Reality? No, I must be dreaming. The tea stall is too crowded with people. They all seem to be relaxed and happy. Or are they? Is it really them or have they just masqueraded the real frustrated themselves from the world with a wide grin and a loud voice? Is this unshav...