Diet and mental health- Are they connected?

2 minutes Read It is a long known fact that what you feel and what you think is largely dependent on what you eat. Depression and anxiety are on the rise and what we do not realize is the fact that apart from the stress, even very common ingredients such as sodium and bread can be a real reason for a dip in your mood . Another huge factor is not taking proper meals at proper times and the hidden effects of skipping meals can really lead to short and long term negative effects on health such as low energy levels and dire performance. Studies show that if we skip meals, our bodies load calories more quickly, which means the whole purpose of skipping meals is defeated. Edward Stanley says, “Those who think they have no time for healthy eating will sooner or later have to find time for illness”. In addition to that, more than permissible intake of caffeine in a day adds the oil to the fire. Caffeine with improper diet strikes to your neural system to target anxiety and restlessness. Long term anxiety results into depression. The key to a better lifestyle and mental health is a work life balance rather than keeping your work as a sole priority and ensuring the meals we take are full of nutrients and are taken at proper timings. There is a direct correlation between not eating properly and an increase in lethargy which ends up becoming a vicious circle. Breaking such circles are tough but definitely achievable. Jason Sale mentions in an interview- “Our bodies do not know how to digest these...

A Blind Date

3 minutes Read The scent of jasmine was the first clue: a woman. I was sitting alone at my usual table when she came and sat down at the next table. I knew that she was alone because the chair on the other side of her table hadn’t scraped across the floor, and no one had spoken to her after she’d sat down. I sipped my coffee. On a good day, I can pick up the cup, take a sip and return it to the saucer, and if you were sitting at the next table, you’d never know that I was blind. The challenge is to see how long I can carry out the deception before the person sitting next to me realises the truth. And believe me, the moment they do, they give themselves away. I hoped someone would be joining her, so I could hear her speak. I can tell a great deal from a voice. When you can’t see someone, the accent and the tone are enhanced, and these can give so much away. Charlie was heading towards us. ‘Are you ready to order, Madam?’ asked the waiter, his slight Cornish burr but leaving no doubt that he was a local. Charlie is tall, strong and gentle. How do I know? Because when he guides me back to the pavement after my morning coffee, his voice comes from several inches above me, and I’m five foot ten. And if I should accidentally bump against him, there’s no surplus weight, just firm muscle. Charlie has recently split up with his girlfriend and he still misses her. Some things you pick...

Quiet Quivers, Silent Night #june

1 Twas the moonlit night The scary thunders’ plight Conveying through its spark What could not be sent apart? Still, the still leaves rumbled In the petrifying mysterious night When all that echoed was, an empty ‘NO’.     To,  The love that could never be.   The heart was still, where it was Still Silent Succumbed To the two letters of negation.   For the mountains still soared Soared high in anticipation Anticipation of your arrival Arrival of the ‘Yes’ Yes, it didn’t happen that night Night, of which I talked above Above as my spine still trembles Trembles, for now you are Nowhere.   Heard of which in the quotes of love, Love that was always returned Returned between the two souls Souls that were one. One, couldn’t be ours Ours that I had dreamt Dreams, oh they died in misery Misery of farewell.   Meeting it was, very first First your eyes that drew Drew my intent in their depth Depth of what I had fallen into Into your heart as I peeked Peeked into your conscience so pure Pure, was what I felt for you You, were what my thoughts.   Fell, oh no, not I I walked in love for you. You, the subject of my poetries Poetries, where my words danced Danced in perfect synchrony of Your Love.   No, was what I heard that night Night, full of terrors Terrors of rejection, dawned and scared Scared, I was, of what lied ahead Ahead, and I shivered of it.   Rejected, feelings and my heart Heart, now feared of company Company, only yours I desired Desired that were now in flames Flames of agony and pain....

“Social” Media, “Anti-Social” Us #june

3 minutes Read “We checked in The Trident, Udaipur”: Facebook Status was uploaded as the group entered the Hotel. “Food can never break your heart”: Instagram Food porn was updated as the group started on the dinner table. “The Palace and its beauty”: The video was uploaded on YouTube channel as the group paraded through the Palace. “Let’s maintain the Snapchat streak”- The people talked among themselves as they sat near the Lake. “Oh did you see the meme. This is SOOOOO HASHTAG US. Oh no? Didn’t you? Wait I’ll tag you” – They conversed as their cab took them past the countryside. And I know, it won’t be long before they might just update “I am dead. Resting in peace in my grave. It’s a funny lil dark place” Because, you know, people should know what is going on in our lives. Even if our friend sitting right beside us, doesn’t. The web of social media has clasped its strings all around our real life. More than the homo sapien sitting in front of us, we are worried about the homo sapien miles from us, not coming online when we’ve sent them a very relatable meme. More than taking care of our parents, we are worried about how good and viral our mother’s day selfie will be. More than sitting and chatting on a reunion, we are clicking photos and updating our status “#reunion #bestfriendsforever”. A vibration in our phone makes our heart hammer against our chest, thinking who might have texted us, much more than an ambulance going in front of us ever did. We are more imbibed in sending...

Beyond the camera lens

2 minutes Read When it comes to traveling, ‘camera’ becomes something that is a must-carry item, even more so than clothes sometimes! Nowadays the advanced modern technology that allows us to take pictures from our phone, that turns out nothing less than a professional click, not to forget the popular ‘selfie’ trend that has gone viral the past few years. One can see people saving the memories of their every memorable moment, from the first steps to the first flight to the final moments of gathering, and loads more. Amidst all this, somehow I felt my feelings of appreciation for the surroundings captured in those pictures not as strong as those while I didn’t focus on taking pictures, but enjoying the journey. It suddenly struck me as I was flipping through the album of pictures that were supposed to serve as the reminders of the beautiful moments of my travel. I realised that my memories of all the places reflected from the film roll couldn’t tug my brain and heart cords as much as those small flickering moments when I stumbled upon unusual scenic beauties while traveling, which had been too short timed for me to film it on my camera.Sure I do remember the places, the stage set up, but lacking the feelings of awe and honor for the nature.  It had happened once on the usual way to a nearby city in the evening. I usually fall asleep right away when the vehicle starts to move, but that night I had been too much excited for some tour competition I was going to. The way had been all dark, devoid...

The nights of battle

2 minutes Read Gearup around your cell as I have a story to tell.   The nights of battle, a battle against one’s own thought. Not everyone in this world can talk to everyone. Some don’t want to share their problem with other. They think that it will trouble others or because they feel that they will make fun of him. We have been told that you have to make a lot of struggle to be successful. But I didn’t know that the struggle was with my own self, my own thoughts.   My own thoughts were eating me up. They were leaving me broken, deserted. My mind was running wild, creating situations which will never exist. Imagining things which were impossible and getting stuck on something. I got trapped inside my head, lost in my own thoughts And believe me, it was the darkest place I have ever been to. Darker than the darkest night, pitch black; where even a ray of hope was afraid to approach. The feelings got drained out of me. I felt nothing, neither happiness nor sadness. All I felt was hopelessness. The fear of failure had seized me. Everything was not going as planned, and I got pissed even more with this fact. I wanted to change everything but was unable to do so. No matter what I plan, I was unable to execute it. I was blank and numb throughout the day. At night, I was overflowing with emotions. All kinds of thoughts rushed through my mind, making me sleepless. I cried to my own self, unable to reach for help. I thought no one will get it, in...

Awareness knows no boundaries

3 minutes Read I never had interest in politics or political news; I hated the word so much that I didn’t even attempt to know what actually it means, stands for. I passed in Civics in the subject of ‘Social Studies’ with flying colors just like any other CBSE 10th student who knows how to mug things up and study important bits. Thanks to the little news I used to catch the glimpse of when I was young, I have developed an unreasonable prejudice against the terms ‘Civics’, ‘Government’, ‘Vote’, ‘Parliament’, ‘Politics’, and others of the more or less same category. Another prominent one among those terms is ‘General Knowledge’ that was anything but general to me. I never got into any trouble when it came to studying, owing to the fact that I loved it; but this particular subject managed to earn me great deal of bashing from my mother each year! I still remember that how I would try my hardest to mug up the names of presidents, prime ministers, chief ministers, states, capitals, celebrities, known personalities, their achievements, date of birth, date of death, and what not. And I failed at some point or the other, mixing up names with surnames, date of birth with that of death, governor of one state with other…I’m sure people who are not good at remembering stuffs can sympathize with me. Gaining years in age and maturity helped me to give the reason behind my nonchalance in this field. “What would I do of these facts? Would knowing when some great person was born, when he/she died, what he/ she did would help me...

Maleficient

1 Once she too loved selflessly True and pure With a golden heart And love in her eyes. With flower in her hair  And a smile on her plump lips. Once she too was loved Accepted and cherished With her horns and wings on display. But Fate became jealous All purple and green With flames of fury Blazing and crackling  With need to destroy her happiness. Now she is shuned Humiliated and alone With broken heart and clipped wings For her wings induced fear For they could not touch her horns. Now she roams with hairs braided with revenge Bitter and angry With a malicious smirk A dark glitter in her eyes And a black depressed soul. For that night something was made For hate was never born Hate was made For that night Maleficent...

Can I Escape?

1 I cuddle up under the warm blanket, engulfed in the darkness of a hot closet called room. The street lights creeping in through the creaks of the closed window, the moonlight trying to pierce into the darkness, the cacophony of the still night – all dance Oaround me, awaiting my permission to get alongside me, under my blanket. This blanket, of anxiety, uncertainty, insecurity, has kept me warm long enough. It slowly tightens around me, its warmth now increasing my pulse and scratching and itching my skin. Gradually, a yearning ignites. A yearning to get away, from the darkness, the claustrophobic enclosure, the dreariness of the world. I suddenly crave for an escape, an escape to somewhere surpassing eternity, to somewhere where I’d belong. Can I escape? Will I be able to leave behind the worldliness I’ve lived on for years now? Is there something beyond eternity? Is there an escape from the crushing weight of life? Is there a place to escape to, from life? “Acceptance” comes in as an answer to such forbearance. Life can never be escaped, it can only be accepted and lived on. If it was possible to escape it, Keats would have succeeded in escaping into the Nightingale’s world and not end his poetry on the notes of acceptance of the ‘fret and fever’ of life. If he could not, can ever...

THE CITY OF LIGHT

2 minutes Read     The city beside the river Gnages is  of French fragrance through it’s formation style,which is quite similar as the Pondicherry as it was under French colonialism in 1673.It’s located a little far from Kolkata in West Bengal and falls under Hooghly district .It also termed as Chandernagore,there are many controversial views about the origin of naming of this city.If anyone wants to get a silence and pleased weather far from the overcrowded Kolkata they can happily enter here and can enjoy a one daylight trip of this city .But apart from this the most interesting ornament that this city carried over is it’s worldwide famous Jagadhatri Puja festival with it’s lightning , that glorify the whole city for those days of festival,and from when this puja was started here till now the city literally hold it moribund look in the same manner after the last day of this festival ‘Bhashan’. This lightning history is very much of exciting that make me urged to write something about it. My parents and grandparents used to say that the lightning of these days are good but they made a nostalgic frame of those lightnings of 19 th centuries. Basically the main ritual of this festival is in the ‘Procession’ which is basically  taking the ‘pratimas’ tagged by their colony’s name upon a lorry and with other lorries carrying different type of lightning structures on a frame ,following this manner all the pratimas of the city of Chandannagar and also some from Bhadreshwar and Mankundu round the whole city and it happens through the whole night and people see this from houses...

Should Disney Princess be celebrated as Feminist Icons?

7 minutes Read With the buzz surrounding the release of new Pixar animation Wreck It Ralph 2 : Ralph Breaks The Internet we can’t help but notice the Disney Princesses uniting together and sharing a same screen. The interaction between Vanellope, the deuteragonist of Wreck It Ralph, who is not only the lead character of the video game Sugar Rush but also the in-game world’s princess, and the other famous and familiar faces of the Disney world is an unusual and extraordinary sight to look at. An eventual feminist bonding scene is shared among the characters which humorously address the subject of stereotypes surrounding a so called “princess”. “Do people assume all your problems got solved because a big, strong man showed up?” asks Rapunzel. “Yes! What is up with that?” Venellope replies. With the third wave feminism taking over the century, let’s take a look at the Disney Princesses and examine whether they should be celebrated as a Feminist Icon, or not?   Snow White   Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs was both a critical and commercial success. When Snow White is poisoned by her evil stepmother through an enchanted apple, she is put to a state of half-death and can only be saved by the magic of true love’s kiss.   However, the third wave feminists argue that Snow White is far away from being a role model to young girls. Trying to escape from being assassinated, she tumbles upon a house in the woods that belongs to seven dwarfs. Nothing wrong with entering a space to protect oneself, right? Well get this, the first thing she does after...

When The Music Play

2 minutes Read When you indulge in a fantasy that it changes your perspective of a particular subject. The dream you have seen for years own your body, your brain and even your soul and the worst part is no matter how hard you try to wake up you can’t. My body was awake this morning but my brain was still dancing to the beats of the dream that I was hoping to be true May be someday. The dream that I wished to live years back but now it lives in me. When I fall asleep I can hear the music slowly playing “All of me …..Loves…. all of you” .A hand slowly grabs my waist and unknowingly I start dancing to that beat every single night. You know when you fantasies about someone they start holding you back. Did it ever occur to you the person you loved for years was just a part of your imagination? I have loved him for years. When you fall in love its true all your five senses die but the stronger sixth sense arises. The sense that blocks your reality and pushes you towards a door  that if you crossed there is no coming back. You can feel you are living your fantasy but you cannot take it to the real world. Your senses cry for you to come back but you can’t or maybe you don’t want to.Every night I can feel his warm breath on my neck and when sometimes I try to wake up but as my alarm shouts it’s all gone. When he holds my body so close to...

She’s someone special.

2 minutes Read She’s not my so called “bff”. She’s not someone I call daily. She isn’t someone whom I remember when I feel down, and she’s not someone I think I should call first to inform about my happy days. She’s not someone who knows my favorite TV show. She’s not someone who knows I like coffee more than tea. She’s not someone who knows my priorities, she’s not someone who knows who owns my hit list but she’s definitely the one who will walk with me to their house and rip them inside out, if I want. She’s someone whom I catch up with once in months, and she values that time. We sit, we gossip at our definite place once in months, but that time that day and that place they all feel special, when WE MEET. She’s the one to motivate me for everything I do, and without any real stated friendship relationship boundaries, I expect her to do this too. She never knows WHEN I will get sad or what will make me down, but once she comes to know through sources she’ll bring her sisters in her snap chat stories and will make weird faces to make me smile if I’m having a bad day! Yes, she’s done that. We’ve been friends through coaching, not everyday meets then and not everyday meets now. We’ve known each other for just 2 years and hence “time and distance are just numbers when hearts are connected” she justifies that. Inspite of all the factors that could have made us “just coaching friends” we decided to hold a special place...

In the wrong place

2 minutes Read I stepped into a new world with a bag full of dreams,fantasies.I put on my favorite kurta which amma gifted me.  Actually it is my first day at college. The thought of making new friends excited me. Soon I stepped into this new world I met some strange eyes giving me strange looks .  “Look at her she’s so fat and dark”. “Bro don’t forget to checkout her fatty thighs and chubby face”. “god! she’s so curvy lemme checkout her” what a great welcome it was,some were mocking at me,some whistle whenever I pass through the corridor. I was trying to run as fast I could trying to escape from the harsh reality. What were they trying to prove me with their cruel words?. This trauma continued daily.  I just walked off bending my head low avoiding eye contact with others. Soon I sat in a corner and took out my diary to write. “where have I landed?” – asked my inner self A place where where were fair means very educated? A place were skinny, fatty are not allowed to exist. A place who is not sure with it’s own definition of beauty. A place where every next girl cries secretly. A place where my intellect is measured by my length of clothes. A place where branded clothes take authority. A place where I need to express myself secretly through a poetry. A place whose ideal address is 36-24-36.This place was never of my dreams.This  place holds the reason of my every scream. I can’t give up. I was taught to be tough. These people tried their best...

Mist

1   I don’t remember when was the last time I was feeling this warmth, when my heart was filled with every emotion at once. And I didn’t know which way was better to put it? One emotion at a time to be pen down or a mixture of all of them faded out on a canvas. I don’t remember when was the last time I had good sleep. I sleep. I sleep a lot. I sleep during day and in night and sometimes with my eyes open too. But the sleep that occurs to me now is wrapped in the chains of stress of the following morning and day. I don’t remember when was the last time I was feeling this tornado of thoughts inside my head. My brain doesn’t even bother to get hold of string of thoughts to make this tornado stop. Nothing is helping. I am too tired as well to do anything about it. Brain is occasionally cold and it’s hard to hold onto myself when heart has this warm feeling at the same time. I only see mist and no sunshine. Last time when I woke up and saw this kind of mist (in a clear day) I thought it must be just the morning. I washed my face the other morning. I thought my vision is blurry because I had nostalgic dream last night. But it turns out I am sitting on a huge rock of unknown island in the centre of the ocean and surrounded by air of distraction in midst of time.   Picture Courtsey:...

I’ll still be there.

3 minutes Read There was a time when we used to be together for seven hours in school, we used to come back home and the again talk for hours till ourby classes. Then on the way back again the dailpad used to pop. In just one year, people I used to talk with almost all the day moved to different colleges, different cities and drifted apart, yet are so close to my heart. Why does it not feel any different?This one is for all those friends who drifted apart. Not by heart, but just by the distance. I want to tell you all that it may happen that there will be a long conversation gap between us, obviously because we have our own ways now, our changed priorities now but never it means, that we’re far in heart! Even if it has been ages since we’ve met, even if it goes “long time no see” thing I’ll still be there.Right now you might be my constant survival need but a day may come when I’ll just be a Name in your contact list. You might have to scroll for hours to find me in your what’sapp chat box but but, it will just be a matter of one text. I’ll still be there. I may run to your house now, knowing you’re upset, I may know what exactly can make you laugh today, maybe later in life I’ll be unaware if these things but I’ll definitely know how to stand by you, for you, always. If the days get darker enough that you go blind I might not pop up as...

If I were able to go back in time! #june

3 minutes Read It’s a noisy day, sun is chilling. You know the feeling of regret is worse, worse than any other feeling and I can tell you because I am feeling it right now. Hah!! Alas, right now I can see lots of crowd outside my apartment and even police, I wonder what might have happened. It seems like a girl is murdered as this is what they are showing in every news channel. I need to find my mom. I am in my apartment right now and there are lots of people here a lot! All the relatives, neighbors, police and police officers are asking everybody to vacate the house. I can see my father sitting lost and crying, in my whole life span I never saw him crying no matter what the situation is. I want to console him but how? I found my mom too she is sitting beside the sofa on the floor, you know she hates sitting on the floor and used to scold me whenever I does so hahaha! I really am shocked how things can change in a second. She is crying bitterly like never before, it looks like she will cry herself till death. I want to console her, wipe her tears and tell her “stop crying, every thing will be alright” but I can’t no matter how much I want to. This feeling of melancholy and this helplessness I never experienced before. As I walk to my room I can see lots of police officer examining my room, a sail of blood on the floor and on the bed a girl lying...

The Broken Guitar ! #june

4 minutes Read After another hectic day I was sleeping on my fluffy bed and it was around 4 am when my phone rang. It was my junior assistant, I jumped out of bed when I hear there’s another mystery case and this time murder of a young girl. I rushed to site and what I saw is a girl lying on the floor, they have put barricades around her body. A beautiful girl might be in her early twenties. I wondered what have happened? Robbery? Money conflict? Suicide? Murder? Love? I started examining the body and I observed something very strange, that there were no sign of wounds on her body, no sign of protest before dying, nothing that seems unusual except her heart that was not beating anymore. I thought what might happen to her? A possible reason could be poison. I sent the body for postmortem but the strange thing that I asked forensic scientists that, not to destroy the body. I don’t know why I did this. On the murder site there was nothing that seems unusual…. nothing , it was just a hall area of a music club. There’s nothing found suspectable near the body except a guitar sorry broken guitar. I wondered what she might be doing with a broken guitar or she broke it herself or someone else did it, who knows.Next day I was eagerly waiting for the forensic report. And what I found in the report was out of thought. It mentioned that nothing found in the girl’s body, no poison or anything which might have lead to death. I was shocked as...

AUTHOR

2 minutes Read The world has so many authors. Some are well established while some are trying to carve a niche for them in the writing world. In today’s world we have so many budding authors.But what exactly it takes to become an author? This is a question which needs to be pondered upon.Not everyone is lucky enough to have parents or their spouse to back them up while they are struggling with the infinite problems of their struggling phase. In a country like India,lakhs of dreams are crushed mercilessly.An aspiring author is killed even before he/she starts dreaming.The moment the child tells his parents that he wants to be an author he is frowned upon, his opinion is quelled and the matter is closed then and there.The child is burdened with the conventional career options and fat books are slammed on his face and his creative mind is forced to take the back seat.Slowly and gradually the child also succumbs to the desires of his parents and follows the mad race of competition.He becomes what his parents wanted to be but he isn’t happy with his job.Somewhere at the back of his mind the idea of becoming an author excites him. Somehow with a lot of courage he decides to give up on his well settled job which gives him a fat six digit salary.The uncertainty is very high but the passion to convert his dream into reality surpasses the fear and all other impediments.The budding writer slowly treads on the path of writing his first book ever.And one day after fighting with what seems like the whole world he finds...

That Drunk Night We Knew Each Other.

1 That drunk night, we knew each other. One drinking to escape thinking, and the other to let her thoughts take over her.You held me in your arms the whole time and for that I am ever grateful. Your shoulder blades wide enough to hold my excitement of the first joint. When I said I can hear your heartbeat, you hugged me tight, my face pressed onto your chest. Later I dozed off in your lap, your palm beneath my face and your thumb tracing my lips. Two lost people. “Come closer” you said.And I did. My hair smelled of you the next morning. I am happy you don’t remember.Because in this practical world we are no longer those people who sat under the tamarind tree watching the pyre go off. We pretend to be indifferent in each others presence and pretend to believe the other person’s indifference. Each one of us, with loads of pain and desperation zipped up in our hidden pockets. We are people who savor the prick when we occasionally slip our hands into them. Much like masturbation. This sober you, who acts as if he is immune to emotions, I do not know enough to trust him. “See you...

Runway Of Dreams

3 minutes Read People always say first experiences are the best experiences. I guess everybody will agree to that. The rush, the excitement that we feel when we do something for the first time just can’t be explained. It’s a different kind of high for a different kind of smoke. A lot of my first experiences are worth a tell, but the one I feel extremely connected to is my first airplane ride. DAMNN YES!!! Not just the title, the article is also about runway and airplane. Every morning by some of the other way I make sure that I pass by Indira Gandhi international airport. It’s not that I am a fan or devotee of late Indira Gandhi neither am I a fan of the airport. The only reason behind this weird act is my strange attachment to the runway. For that one glimpse of that empty runway, lit beautifully with lights, I plan my seating, be it in metro or on the bus. Even my body is well aware of this insanity of mine that if I am asleep, I happen to get up precisely 5 minutes before we hit the runway road. I don’t know why, but it gives me a certain kind of relief, a certain satisfaction, those lights glowing on the sides, an empty never-ending road, waiting for hundreds of passengers to land safe and sound. This so-called stupidity of mine (stupidity to be noted as a point) always pushes me hard to fancy on why do I behave in such a way seeing the runway or the airport or those colorful cabin tags on the bags...

You must always Love your Parents

3 minutes Read All of us are brought to this world literally, by our parents how then take it upon themselves to make up able to stand tall and face the world and live a life worth living. From my very childhood, my mother had taught me how all of us must always love and respect our parents no matter what the world says. I always trusted the statement like a sacred oath. She taught this to me whenever she could until she was no longer there for me. I was 9 then. I was also the only child. I had the best parents but after my mom left there was no one to keep intact my father’s drinking problem. He told me that he loved me the same. His loving daughter reminded him of my mother, he claimed. He got another woman on my 10th birthday as my new mom. She was a bit rude towards me but seeing my father happy was enough for me. I loved both of them with the most of my heart. I did miss my mother but remembering her lesson always made me feel like she was there for me. I also expected my father’s drinking problems to reduce when he woke up happy each day from bed with my new mother. Unlike how my mother allows me to sometimes sleep with those two nothing like that happened since the new mother came. I was no longer allowed to be any near their bedroom during the night irrespective of how afraid those monster under my bed made me. I had gotten used to all of...

Mad For Her

1 She was his oxygen to live, His aricle for beauty, His shimmer of eyesAnd needle of his watch… But he was not made for her. She was the only bird of his sky, The only boat of his sea, The only fuel of his car, And the only drop of his desert… But he was not made for her. She was the mother of his feelings, Shoulder of his sorrows, Dimple of his smile, And at last.. smasher of his promises… Because he was not made for her. Everything is fair in war and love, But nothing is fair when there is war in love. Coz even after knowing he was not made for her,Then also he was mad for...

Pain

3 minutes Read Scrolling through my feed, I get irritated. There are only posts about broken love, long lost friendship and sad, heart wrenching, bitter sweet truths about life. Posing across an arched window, face down, shot with a DSLR and the caption “I am broken” sends jets of untamed anger through my veins. Is this the only pain you feel? Your so called love dumping you into the trashbin and letting you cry? Is this what ‘PAIN’ is?. If that’s your conclusion about life, then I am sorry to say that you are wrong. Googling about ‘PAIN’, all you will get is that ‘Pain is a distressing feeling often caused by intense or damaging stimuli’. There you go, all your regrets summed up in a sentence. Doesn’t it feel bad? But my dear readers, you do know what ‘PAIN’ is!  That moment when your little brother falls off the bicycle and bleeds and is crying and you are looking at him helplessly unsure as how to ease the pain, you my dear have fallen into the clutches of ‘PAIN’. When you are sitting beside your grandfather who is breathing his last and you watch him wither in front of you, the pangs of helplessness engulf you, your mind delving into the depths of darkness, your body turns numb and that my dear readers is ‘PAIN’. When, after decades of living with your parents, you have to join a hostel, have you ever noticed the tears brimming from your parent’s eyes at the farewell and happen to feel your heart flinch? That is ‘PAIN’. When, at the end of the day, a...

Let’s break the vicious circle of menstrual taboo #june

2 minutes Read Oh! You menstruate? Every month? What exactly it is? How does it happen? Ah! Stereotypes.I want to talk about menstruation and wants to highlight many things related to this.Yeah there are people who don’t know what exactly periods are but there is very few proportion of such people. Almost everyone is aware that what menstruations are. Guys there is no shameful thing in menstruating so be cool to it. I see girls saying “I’m down”, instead of just simply saying that “I’m on my period”, and I always think that what is there to hide. Why to be so shy about something so natural and biological? It’s just a discharge of blood once every month. Now let’s just see the other side of this. So, the main thing I wanted to tell you is about those people who make the scripted video clips on periods. They are just showing that how illiterate Indian people are. You guys are just insulting your own country by showing up; like in India people don’t even know about menstruation. And they don’t only insult girls by these videos they also make fun of boys as well. Not all the boys are same. There are many who help the girls and they are well aware about the Menstruation but they don’t make fun of it atleast. I really appreciate those people. In these videos guys ask stupid questions like is it watery? Is it a disease? Oh hello, those boys already know what it is. Some actors who work in these videos are mature enough to know about all this. I want to ask the...