A letter to all those strangers who are now family

A letter to all those strangers who are now friends.
There was a day when I passed by you without a word, maybe thought that youre cute, but you were insignicant to my life. But then somehow we started talking. Yall poor people got stuck with me and probably wish we were still strangers but for now youll put up with me. I dont know the future but if youre part of my life right now, that means your important. There is a reason people are friends with you, so if you feel you’re nothing special, that is absolutely not true. No one can replace you and the impact you have in my life. You’re an amazing human being and please dont ever become a stranger. Because everytime a friend becomes a stranger once again, they take away a piece of your heart, and soon there will be no heart left.

Many times we stop communicating with those who we considered our best friends. There comes a point where the person who knew you inside out, now doesn’t know you current favourite book. You’re scares to reach out and rekindle old friendship because you’re scared whether they still want you in their life, whether they’ve changed and if it is a welcome change. You’re scared of rejection and of change. You don not want to tarnish the memories you have of them. This is what i feel when I see an old friend in passing. I feel a sense of nostalgia everytime i like they’re picture on instagram and wish that we were friends again.

If we ever drift apart, escpecially since we will all be going to different college soons, please do not forget me and please do not let our friendship die. I promise I will try my best to keep in touch and I hope that you people whom i call my family today, don’t become strangers in a few years.

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India is a beautiful country. Yes, we may have our problems but there is so much to us than our flaws. India is the largest democracy in the world. Our country has one of the largest populations, all from different backgrounds, but even with our diverse beliefs, we live together in harmony to make India a melting pot of cultures. Indians have reached great heights. Both current Mr.World and Ms.world are indian.India is the world’s largest, oldest, continuous civilization but india never invaded any country in her last 10,000 years of history without provocation. India is reputed for its skill in all feilds: IT, weaving, writing, music. India has so much to be proud of so why then, are we ashamed to be Indian.

I wonder why it is that we Indians look down on India but seen to glorify the west. Are we not at power with them? Have we not achieved a lot? Indians see classical dances like Bharatnatiyum and look down upon it. Indians see classical dances like ballet and wish they could do it. I respect both dance forms equally amd think they are special in their own way. Both should be appreciated. Foreigners realize this and appreciate our indian dances, but why don’t Indians.

Our national anthem is one of the most beautiful anthems in the world. Everytime it is played my jeart swells up with pride and I cannot help but sing it. I wonder why Indians cannot even stand up when its being played and respect the anthem even if they do not wish to sing along. Most of them would stand up in a heartbeat for another country’s anthem, but not Indias. India is our motherland and had given us so much. We should love her and respect her. India is the land of bollywood and good food. I am sure there is no Indian who doesnt like at least one typical Indian dish. India is so special and it hurts me to see people not appreciate her.

I share this on republic day, when i see the spirit of india all around me as people buy paper flags, but then i come back to reality and i know they will be lying on the floor or in the dustbin tomorrow. I share this hoping all my fellow Indians understand tbe worth of our country and help her fix her flaws.

Jai Hind

Horror under a hijab

Wake up. Fold your blankets and finish the household chores. Silently wear your hijab. As you walk towards the mosque, shoulders hunched, a bead of sweat runs down your brow. Walk slowly and head bowed. Do not look anywhere but the ground. Enter the place which is supposed to be a sanctuary for you, but has lost its meaning. Do not make eye contact. You are meaning and worthless. Just a woman. You are meant to blend into the shadows and do as you are told. Go home. Do not get in anyone’s way. You are a symbol of a broken woman, and that is what makes your husband proud. Men catcall on the street. Hug yourself and shiver as you feel violated and disgusted. But no, you must never stand up for yourself or say a word against at any man. Bite your tongue and prevent yourself from insulting them, telling them you are more than an object to be stared at. Curse yourself for even considering it. But you wonder of you are actually more than just an object, a mindless tool that does what your husband demands. You have been called useless so many times you begin to believe it. See a poster advertising math classes. Wanting to join but telling yourself you will never be smart enough to do it, not will you be allowed to as women and education! Ha! What a joke. Sigh silently as you reach home and back to that mental and physical place of torture. A place where you are no more than a punching bag or slave.

An extract from the life of a hopeless woman.
We must spread hope, spread education and the message of equality. No one, absolutely no human being in this world deserves to feel useless. No one should be denied rights because of gender. No one should feel opressed of insecure. Become aware. Stop discrimination. Help the world reach its peak.

The Dance to heaven

When you close your eyes and you move your body to the rhythm, your heart and each drum beat is in sync as the blood in your vein transforms into a dancing liquid fire

Dance means everything to me. Whenever I’m faced with a dilemma, dance is who I turn to, because when the music starts, I am no longer what I was, but who I want to be. In those moments all my worries are washed away as I feel nothing but euphoria. It is in that blissful trance that I feel everything is possible and a new hope is born inside. Then, I am rejuvenated, and I try to perform to my very best.

Dance has been my outlet ever since I started class at the mere age of 6. My classes were the highlight of the week and I couldn’t help but practice the intricate footwork combinations that accompanies the rhythmic Mridangam. I made sure to perfect every movement. I would stand in front of the mirror to see if my hands were aligned, if my mudra was identical to that of my guru and if my facial expressions portrayed correctly the feeling of the Indian mythological characters whose role I was playing. My guruji once told me, ‘You may never be able to meet God, but you are closest to god when you strive for perfection,’ and this line has played through my head like a mantra on the numerous occasions I wished to give up.

I realized how privileged I was to have found such an amazing hobby to spend my time on and that I had such wise mentor to help me learn. There are not enough worse to describe how thankful I am to them and they made a huge impact on my life. I wished to give back to society and wished to have such a great impact on someone else’s life. I started teaching the art of Bharatanatyam to underprivileged children who never had access to such opportunities and it was one of the best decisions of life. The joy I experienced, the lessons I learned and memories I created, I will cherish forever and cannot be traded for any amount of materialistic goods.

The most recent group I worked with were of the ages 8-15. They ere some of the most enthusiastic and cheerful dancers I’ve had the privilege of working with. An institute called Rajasthani Mahaila Mandal asked me to teach them a dance for their annual program and they made every second of time worth it. With their infectious laughter, our sessions were full of masti, but at the end of the day, we never left without having come up with new steps and polished the old ones. When I first met the girls, I thought they were shy, but as soon as the music was on, the busted out in to Bollywood dance moves with such zeal, that I could not help but join them. We started choreographing to a song, Swacch Bharat ka irada kar liya hamne, meaning we have taken an oath to make India clean. It would not only teach them the importance of cleanliness but also impress its need on a whole society n front of whom the dance would be performed. Dancing with them taught me a perfect balance between work and play. Since I was quite close to their age, we would have loads fun just dancing to random song and competing to see who could spin the fastest, but since I was also the one in charge, I had to know where to draw the line and get back to work.

The bond I have formed with these is incredible, and I hope to form more bonds such as these.

I have attatched a small video of our initial practices. We were still learning so no judging please:) thank you❤

Autistic to Artistic

Autism refers to a range of conditions characterized by challenges with social skills, repetitive behaviours, speech and nonverbal communication, as well as by unique strengths and differences. Autism impairs the ability to communicate and express thoughts efficiently. All autistic people undergo certain difficulties and watching them struggle is heart-breaking. What is even sadder is that able people are so unaware of this disease and even if they do know about it, their knowledge is flawed. Most feel that autistic people are handicapped and cannot do much with their life, but I can personally vouch for the falsity of this statement. if life is a race, some people are just given a late start or must run without shoes. This does not mean they cannot complete the race. it is just a bit tougher for them. In my summer vacation I worked at an NGO Shraddha where I met such brave, smart and hardworking autistic people just trying to help in their own way.

Many young men and women, ranging from the ages of 25-70 came to earn a living at Shraddha. Most of them weren’t from the best of backgrounds and their parents saw them as an extra mouth to feed. They expected a child who would help put food on the table and reduce their workload, but they got someone who would need special care even when he or she grew up, so they decided to give the burden of their care to the people at shraddha. Out there, they were not molly coddled, but instead taught to work and earn their keep. They were treated as normal employees and given tasks within their capability.

On my first day, I was terrified. I had never spoken to autistic people before and I was scared that I would not be able to properly instruct or aid them. I knew they were much older than me and I felt I would not be able to be strict with them and teach them about their job when it was my first day and their 2nd or 3rd year. I need not have worried.

When I entered I was directed to a really nice woman who showed me the place and taught me how to log in my hours. She then told me that I was to work in the machine room that day. They used leaves and old used paper and converted them into aesthetic plates and bowls in that room. I was sat at a table and instructed to cut the sharp stems and vein endings from the leaves because the autistic workers were not allowed to touch scissors. Once I was done with a leaf I had to give it to them and they would put the paper, cardboard and logo as required. I had to supervise them and make sure they didn’t take too many breaks. They tended to get lost in their own world and forget they were. If they stopped for too long I was supposed to gently coax them back into reality. Sometimes they forgot how to do their job and I was supposed to explain it to them. It was a bit overwhelming in the beginning as if more than 2 of them had a problem at once, I had to prioritize and deal with the problems quickly and efficiently. I soon got the hang of it and started interacting with them

One of my favorite people to work with was a man old enough to be my grandfather. He was so full of hope and passion. He wanted to visit the world and every time he went on a trip he used to find pictures of the place in newspapers and magazines for his own little journal. During the period I was volunteering, he had a trip to Pune planned. In our breaks, I used to help him cut and stick pictures in that journal he so dedicatedly maintained. He didn’t know how to write properly so I taught him the alphabet and helped him write a few of his thoughts on the trip down.

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Some days I feel so hopeless, so weak and powerless in this world. I feel like I am living in my own sheltered world, and my difficulties are so insignificant when one sees the larger picture. When i read about a teacher raping a 5 year old i felt so angry at life, the world and mostly, myself.

I want to help her so badly, do something to make her pain less but i can not even panthom how she must be. Never have some of us had to go a day hungry or fend for ourselves in the world. At five, I was probably upset that my parents weren’t taking me to disney land or not buying me a new American doll. My biggest problem would be a jigsaw puzzle. I would be scared because my mpther would shout since i hadn’t finished my vegetables or homework. So many five year olds around the world would be mature by this age because circumstances did not give them the freedom to be naive and innocent. There is probably a little girl hiding in her own house so her drunken father does not break her left arm this night, a young boy digging out a half eaten banana from the trash to give his starving baby brother, two young girls sleeping in a dark alley afraid of being gang raped again and a boy staying up till late hours and learning to read from the light of a lamp post since his house doesnt have electricity.

Today, I realized i am blessed. I am priviledged enough to have been given a childhood, to have retained some of my innocence in this world. I am lucky that i have three meals a day and an education. I have an environment that helps me grow and people who support me. My electricity and water bills are payed on time. My biggest complains might be that the wifi is too slow or that i havent gone on a vacation in the longest time. These are just wants. There are those i need. I hope one day i can use what i have been given and give to those i need and be selfless enough to put their needs before my wants.

An unbalanced hourglass

Granules of golden through the hole,

One at a time, connected our soul,

When one needed even a dime,

The other gave up time.

In perfect balance, we share

Because loving nature made you care.

Then came envy, greed and hate,

The end of our date.

From me to you everything went

My life and much more i sent.

And occures an uneven balance forever

Since my heart wasn’t clever.

Soon forms a small escape route,

And all of our gloden blood

Escaped through that chute

Mixing to form a golden red mud

Which forever will stain our soul.

communication espionage – should the government be allowed access to our private data for national security?

Privacy or security? Normally the two go hand in hand, but communication espionage (monitoring our communication and recording and private data) is a violation of our privacy in the name of security.

Would you be comfortable being monitored 24/7? Would you be willing to give up all your privacy? Have all your data stored with one source, not having any control of what they would do with it? And why? So the government can virtually monitor all our communication to check for threatening keywords like bomb? I, for one, do not approve of communication espionage. Criminals are smart enough to use codes or another form of communication if they get wind of the governments techniques. This is not a good form of security and may provide a database of all information of citizens of a country, which if it falls into the wrong hands, is a matter of national security. It is far too dangerous to hand over all our data and personal information to a central authority. The process of mass surveillance is also very costly and our government should not use its limited resources on futile causes like this, but direct them to the wellbeing of citizens of the country like healthcare.

I feel the government should not monitor the communication of all its citizens, but only those who have a previous criminal record and are affiliated with criminals. This way, most innocent citizens of a country get to retain their right to privacy. The cost spent on monitoring will also be considerably lessened. There should also be a warrant required to check an innocent civilians electronic device and go through his or her private conversations.

Communication espionage violates some of our most fundamental rights. People will be afraid to express their beliefs and thoughts due to the fear of it being monitored and recorded. If we give up our privacy, we are giving up our freedom. We will not be able to do anything without being monitored, giving up your freedom to be safe is like not leaving your house so you do not face the dangers on the street. Countless Indians lost their lives fighting for independence and freedom, but communication espionage would take away our freedom and all the lives lost w0uld be in vain.

There is no guarantee that information collected will be used for only good. History has shown that data collected for ‘national security’ has been abused and caused more harm than good. Powerful surveillance tools can be used by corrupt officials to gain political strength. Financial information and bank numbers may also be in the hands of those who may use it for their own gain. there should be laws in place to ensure that the government cannot misuse information and courts should enforce these laws.

IF YOU HATE ME, IT JUST MEANS YOUR SPENDING TIME THINKING ABOUT ME, SO THANKS BABE😘

Do you ever feel like your insignificant? Like your there because you have nowhere else to be? Like no one will care if you suddenly disappear. In fact theyll probably be happy cause there’s more space for them. So let me explain to you what i feel like. So when we’re in a car, like 5-6 of us, we kind of ish have to squeeze in. Now see, I’m 5ft tall. Not more than 45kgs, a bit petite so itsnot like i occupy a lot of space but still, i feel like a burden, a waste of space, and that’s why would probably See Me hunched up, kind of of ish curled up, trying to make my self blend in as much as possible with my surroundings. Feeling unwanted is one of the worst feeling ever. feeling like you have nothing to contribute to the world and that you are easily replaceable. Im sure all of us have felt this way in life at least once.

I never want any human feeling like this. No one deserves it. Let me tell you this. No one is better at being you than you. this may seem a bit cliche but it is so true. YOU DESERVE TO BE LOVED. TO BE HAPPY. every single one of you is special and dont let anyone else tell you otherwise. if they’re being negative take that negativity and fucking prove them wrong.

If life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

everyone can reach the stars and beyond. its up to you what you wish to do. Your happiness comes first and i will always love and support you