Posted in poetry

Nostalgia, what a funny feeling…

Not a lot of people talk about the transitions of life,
the ones where you grow up, learn how to survive and thrive;

I remember the uniforms, the summer daze, and the haste to play games;

I remember the stress, the anxiety, the boredom, the distress of being small in the totality of adulthood;

I remember the cement ground and the dirt I fell in, the slide I played on, and the field I ran to play tag in;

I remember the many classrooms, the laughter, the shenanigans, the solidarity of hard work;

I remember the best friends and the friends you shared stories with at 3 am;

I remember climbing on desks and in shelves and writing on whiteboards;

I remember the cafeteria conversations and underrated free times between classes;

I remember the quiet, playful, and desperate days in labs;

I remember joy and grief but also love;

I remember each and every person with each distinct quality, by each fond memory;

Nostalgia, what a funny feeling.

Posted in Current Affairs

Street Food, Weapons & World Peace

Ever noticed that whenever there is street food involved, everyone is suddenly super friendly? I mean it might also be because of free food but that’s a different story. 

I mean just looking at India, streetfood is something that connects us all, you would not see one person unhappy about the chatpata, incredibly cheap but amazing food that you can find in every corner of a road. Bonus, there’s so much variety! Why do you think we, as generally loud, strongly opinionated people, have been able to refrain from ripping each other’s throats out on a good Sunday evening? 

That’s right my friend, it’s because of street food. 

Now, street food is the mantra to hypnotize and befriend anyone – food is something that brings everyone together you know… the variety, culture and the masalas just seep into your bloodstream. With that euphoric feeling, how can you ever be mad at someone during eating it or right after?

The logical application being that, in a scenario where you are face to face with someone with guns blazing and someone offers you street food, you would obviously take up the offer (reference to not denying free food) and just enjoying it, feeling that serenity and pure serotonin rush with your archnemesis on just how good it is, creates an amazing bond. It would be virtually impossible for you to put down your plate of chaat and go back to shooting someone … that’d be crazy (and immoral, no one disrespects food like that)! 

So all i’m saying is, Ukraine vs. Russia war could be solved if we just gave the leaders some street food, hell, put all the world leaders in a room together with all kinds of street food, and world peace would be achieved! 

“Use the deadly weapon of golgappe to defeat the hatred we keep for others”

– Kashvi Kathuria 2022

Posted in poetry

Knitted – law & justice

Pin up the evidence, 

it’s proof against those who are dense.

Its a sight to behold, 

a sense of a torturous chokehold.

Scenic views only cover so much, 

the false reassurances tip-off too much.

Street full of people, 

the public prosecution making you seem feeble.

Hell for those who are far and few, 

leaving the smallest things for them to stitch and sew.

A trap of a false sense of security, 

dissatisfaction from the locality made abnormality;

Disdain and disappointment is a plague, 

reasons to torment are left vague.

Those who suffer, brawl… 

those who are to blame, crawl. 

A stitched together narrative…

left for comfortable perception, a tragedy sealed as comparative.

Posted in poetry, Stories

She

She wandered. Wandered far away from her home… 

She strolled. Strolled further and further with each step, with each passing minute…

She glowed. Glowed with the burning golden aura of her compelling curse…

She pondered. Pondered about the world she was leaving behind…

She dreamt. Dreamt of the life she would’ve had with enough time…

She felt. Felt the grass, the earth, the flowers beneath her for one last time…

She cried. Cried to let out the frustration that enveloped her now feeble self…

She lost. Lost herself in her own mind, sheltered in that safety, warming to the comfort of a clear mind for one last moment…

She fell. Fell on her knees in agony, light exploding from inside her…

She burned. Burned, until her physical being was just ashes, dull against the psychedelic spectrum of the colours of nature…

She let go… freeing herself once and for all…

Posted in poetry

Too Much

Never really spoke too much,
Never really heard too much,
Never really saw too much,
But here I am thinking.

Never really looked too much,
Never really focused too much,
Never really judged too much,
But here I am caring.

Never really strayed too much,
Never really rebelled too much,
Never really refuted too much,
But here I am failing.

Thought this was transparent
But now, its all really blurry…

Posted in Stories

A SHARD OF GLASS…

Sweating and panting, I ran down the dark, eerie alleyway and reached a rundown warehouse. Pitch blackness surrounded me, my heart beating unsteadily, pumped with adrenaline as I came to a stop. My nausea and anxiety were slowly wearing down; though, I was far, far away from letting go of the fear.

It was ominous and frankly could have had the worst kind of dangers, booby traps, thugs, wild animals. However, I was possibly miles away from home and it was more dangerous to travel home than stay here at this point. 

I entered the building, a quick decision as I was now not only exhausted, but I was soaking wet from the rain that had decided to add a cherry on top to my torment. The sweat and water mixed together dripping down from me from everywhere.

Inside, it was almost as dark as the inky haze of the outside, but I could still make out the jaggedly outlines of various sized objects across the ground. Fortunately, I had my phone that I could use as a flashlight.

There was not much on the floor I was on, except about four pieces of furniture covered by a dusty, ancient cloth in each of the corners and a round table with 7 chairs around it smack in the middle… it almost seemed as if a séance had taken place, but they had up and left right after it had finished but were cautious to cover whatever objects were at the corners. I was curious, what was so immaculate that they had to cover them? The detective in me sprung to action and wanted to investigate. So, I did.

I went to the corner nearest to the door, and the object was easier to decipher. I noticed that the silhouette of the object resembled a floor length mirror which was propped against the wall of the warehouse. Uncovering it released a cloud of dust, cobwebs, and insects, all of it covering me and the floor surrounding. The cloth revealed a mirror as predicted, but not the type I was thinking of. I had expected the fancy studio mirrors with the classy knobs on top, but what was revealed was the complete opposite of the one I had imagined. It was antique, probably dating back to a century old. A fleur-de-lis design adorned the top of the mirror, the carving fading into the serrated surface of the rusting brass.

I moved down to the sides that framed the mirror, noticing odd shapes and figures which would have once been intricate etchings in the metal, I was unable to decode the inscriptions. As I further moved my flashlight along the side, I noticed a certain pattern from what I was able to tell and wondered if it was the same on the other edge. Alas it was not, it was a pattern nonetheless but seemed different to the one I saw. I could have been completely wrong due to the faded marks, which is why I started to inspect the bottom instead.

I gasped and immediately backed away…. those were devil horns! Call me dramatic and superstitious, but I was terrified. The way the tendrils wrapped around the horns, encasing it, binding it to the mirror had given the most powerful aura which shook me to my core. It was also the most distinct carving on the frames as if it had been done just a few days ago….

Now, the initial fear once again had risen to the surface, the same rush of adrenaline also emerging alongside. Both pushed all rational, logical thinking to the very farthest of my mind. I knew I had to get out of there, and fast.

My knees week and my heart beating erratically, I swiftly turned towards the door ready to break into a run… and I knocked over the mirror that I had been inspecting earlier.

WHAM!

Now, it was on the ground frame down, on the dusty, iridescent floor while, oddly enough only one piece of glass broke off and skidded right next to my feet and reflected a vast spectrum of colours on my face, blinding me.

I picked the shard of the glass up and inspected it. Everything was regular about it, no strange carvings, or textures, just ordinary… or so I thought.

To my astonishment, as I was delicately going to place the glass next to the mirror, the shard reflected an eye… literally just for a split second, and just by that moment, I remembered why I had knocked the mirror over in fervour – with this realization, my eyes widened and in almost a reflex like action I dashed out of the warehouse like a deer in the headlights, screaming my lungs out for no one to hear.

I knew I was in trouble; my fear had led me to once again be in an unsheltered state, with a dead phone and no mode of transportation (like my initial problem too for which I had seeked shelter at the warehouse). The only rational thought as of now was to walk till the dawn broke and then find a way to return home.

It was and idiotic decision, but it would have been more if I had stayed, so I set out into the dark once again, unbeknownst to me that a lurking figure stood close, observing each step, waiting for my next foolish decision…

Posted in Stories

Phantasma Memoria

Memory of a Phantom

A girl, with a crooked smile, once skipped through the fields; once was in harmony with the universe; once lived so serenely, you would’ve thought she was one with nature. Albeit, her life quickly dwindled, like a delicate flower plucked by a storm, petal by petal, piece by piece.

Now she was monotonous – if she ever spoke; her face a façade of calm demeanor but the worst of her demons wearing her from the inside.

No one knew her, far from that even her name. Her neighbors were concerned but never asked, too busy exchanging daily gossip. No one knew who she lived with, if she went to school or not, her age being a mystery. What was even more mysterious was her walking and walking, each night to an unknown destination. This was the time when the neighbors seldom saw her, leaving them wondering where she went, and when she would return, though after a while this became a daily occurrence which is why they cared little to ask about it.

The strangest things about her though was her tiny journal. It was a small yet distinct object that she handled with utmost care and had carried it everywhere. Only she knew what it meant and how much of a priced possession it was; it was the thing she was cursed because of and the only way the curse would be lifted.

She knew that the only mistake she had made in her entire life had cost her everything. She knew she made a mistake when unintentionally, she severely injured The Wizard’s sister when they were arguing about giving the girl a power. This caused The Wizard to curse her for her greed and anger, which she had never shown before. The sister had magically appeared out of the tiny journal pages when the girl was wishing and writing to the great wizard for a power. The argument started between the two when the girl started asking for greater things and it escalated when she accidently pushed her trying to get her point across. The curse that the wizard had bestowed upon her was that, until and unless she filled the entirety of the journal in a month, she would be stuck between worlds, appearing as a phantom. The catch was that, every other week, a thousand pages would be added to it – making it impossible for her to finish it by the end of the month.

She didn’t think it was that big of a deal until she realized that in her world she was now forgotten, it was as if no one remembered her, yet everyone could see her. This fact was never mentioned by The Wizard and she knew that in this state, she would go insane, constantly writing and writing, living for an eternity, with no hopes or dreams.

Yet, she never would’ve thought that a ray of hope would rekindle through a break in the clouds, finally freeing her. That ray of hope came in the form of her childhood best friend walking towards her neighborhood trying to find her, wondering how she was doing. She was baffled; how could anyone remember her? Especially someone she knew years ago! Something even more strange happened right when her friend looked at her; The curse lifted and she fell to the ground, feeling more tranquil than she ever was.

It was majestic how just having a memory had affected her world. The wizard had forgotten to clear this loophole and it came to her advantage – the wizard did not think of the possibility of someone she knew long before remembering her, just a wisp of that fading memory becoming her saving grace. That magical memory for the girl it was through her childhood best friend and for the wizard it had been through his sister. A lesson that she, her friend and the wizard learned that day was that- a memory… never fades.

Posted in Stories

Ignition from the Abyss

SUbmitted as Times of India – Write India Entry

The firestorm killed the lights and knocked the ship deep into space. Somehow, the instruments were still alive, but there was no crew to read them. Far below a red crescent shone, the edge of the burning planet silhouetted by the curve of a wing. It would be a lonely trip. She gazed through the porthole at the wavering stars.

Humanity had brought its own end upon themselves and foreseen it; the place they once called home turned into hell; the planet green and blue; now a blazing red engulfing it as a whole. The alarm had blared in the silence of the night for half of the world and for the other half it was just the beginning of their day. In the next few hours, there arose a strange phenomenon ripping through continents, a strange combination of a hurricane and fire. It was like the natural storm’s mitochondria was petroleum and it was bigger than any living organism had ever seen, heard or thought about.

A team from NASA was immediately arranged to go to space when the threat was first detected – the urgent response was powered by the curiosity and the sheer fear on the faces of the researchers that had been observing it. The sudden urgency surfaced questions that were unanswerable yet valid, hence a spacecraft had to be sent to explore and decipher the odd spectacle that (unknown to their knowledge) would lead to the extinction of their entire species.  Within the span of an hour the group had launched off unbeknownst to them that the universe would not allow them to survive – their fate was locked.

The universe had a cruel way to punish the beings that it had created when it decided it had enough of the species that the planet was ruled by; this was clear to her at this point. Her mission now was to survive, it didn’t matter where, but only mattered how. She had set out here and there was literally no point of return for her as her world was set ablaze and destroyed, burnt to a crisp. She was lost, hoping to find one of the crew members unconscious on the floor but to no avail; the ship was desolate… or so she had thought.

Her ray of hope came from the control panel from where the big blue button was calling to her, hypnotising her to press it – and she did; this, she realized made the ship surge forward in an animal-like motion and made it move on its own; the destination unknown. This made it much easier for her to explore the rest of the ship while it was automated. From the corner of her eye she could make out a gargantuan cabinet right at the front of the space craft; curious, she stepped over the equipment and swept up the crowbar she was using to pry open the doors and quickly made her way to the cabinet. With sweaty hands and a heaving breath, she finally managed to pry open the doors and… she screamed. Out fell the co-pilot of the ship! In shock, she jumped back and stumbled over her own feet and fell to the ground with a loud thud. She stared in disbelief and wonder, that how on the entirety of the ship, only the co-pilot would remain, unconscious but not a scratch upon him! Out of curiosity, she made her way over to him again, slowly and carefully, vacillating through the mess she had made; approaching him, she raised his arm and dragged him onto the surface of the ship (this was possible due to the spacecraft hovering in the Earth’s orbit). Turning him over onto his stomach she noticed that the back of his shirt was torn open from the side and a visible green scar had been engraved onto his torso and dried crimson blood was surrounding it. “Green scar? That’s unusual… “she thought, trying to process the image she was seeing before her. Just to check, she raised his wrist and put two fingers on his veins and put her head against his chest, but silence was the only thing she experienced meaning, he was dead. This hit her like a ton of bricks for some reason… she could most likely be the only human remaining in the galaxy at this point.

Her body slumped against the control panel and she burst in to tears, hysterical; she got up in such haste that she knocked over all the sonar equipment and whilst still crying started banging open all doors, cabinets and rummaged through all the boxes she could find. She herself didn’t know what she was looking for, maybe a ray of hope? In this time of disbelief and depression suddenly, a peculiar scent hit her, it was slightly alkaline yet sweet. Calming down slightly and wiping off her tears, she made her way over to the hatch of the spacecraft, only to find a glowing blue orb sending off those fumes. She reached her hand out to feel and hold it, but alas it zipped past her, stopped, came back aiming straight for her face like it had a mind of its own. She ducked right on time fooling the orb and opening the porthole slightly to let it out. All of a sudden, her head felt woozy and her legs started shaking, making her panic, but only for a split second as she dropped like a slaughtered beast headless onto the ground.

She woke up in the exact same place, but this time she had company…they were her crew members! But not? They looked exactly like them, but their behaviour, voice and language did not match them, hitting her with the sudden realization that they were dead, and these foreign creatures were using their form to bamboozle her, this is why she pretended to remain comatose until the creatures surrounding her decide to slap her awake. Offended, she quietly picked the crowbar lying next to her and threw it across one of the duplicates faces, managing to majorly injure two of them and making them crumple to the ground concurrently. The other three turned their head around simultaneously alarming her, hence she dashed just in time, out of the way and into the changing room from the blast that was supposed to hit her. Her heart was pounding in her chest, blood rushing through her ears, drumming and accentuating every single sound, yet from the outside not even a single tinkle could be heard. She could not believe her luck; it was like the universe was seeking out all the revenge for every single sin she had ever committed in the past 24 years. She never would’ve thought something this dreadful could ever happen to her let alone her experiencing it. Although the next thing that happened was way beyond worse – the creatures carved a hole through the thick metal door and burst inside, this time in their true horrifying form.

The only way they could be described was as, ginormous squid-like creatures with tongues of every living organism that had existed previously on her former planet, attached to their heads which was surrounded by bat and snake fangs in a locus. She backed against the wall of the room, yet the creatures kept inching closer and closer, every second. These seconds seemed like a decade each as she tried to form an impulsive plan spontaneously. Unfortunately, it was too late… pressed against the wall the beam they projected from their mouths hit her square in the chest, making her tumble and slide under a table. Yet for the first time, she had luck. She was barely conscious, but she managed to pull the guns that they had dropped (from their former alias) with her foot, carefully enough for them to not notice. Still curled under the desk in a ball, she quickly checked the ammo and thought of how to execute her plan this time, whilst the creatures celebrated their ‘victory’.

The next few minutes were chaotic and dangerous – she pushed herself out from under the table and jumped up to spin a whole 360 degrees and before her toes could hit the floor, she sprinted out from the room and made her way straight to the hatch. She was hoping that the ghastly creatures would follow her and while chasing her, she would suddenly stand back, open the hatch and let them fall into the chasm, death devouring them. And if the plan went even slightly wrong, she always had the gun with her the whole time. Luckily at first, she got what she wanted, they were chasing after her! “Perfect!” she cheered. Impulsively, even though it did not seem necessary, she shot one of them in the chest, which pierced it and black tar-like fluid gushed out of it. This made them angrier and chase after her at a much higher speed than before, but just in a nanosecond she stopped and stepped to the side- nevertheless fatefully for her, their reaction time was faster than hers, so they stopped right in front of her immediately and each lashed out a tongue at her face burning and giving her searing scars.  She screamed and backed up against the wall accidently pressing against the button to open the hatch and the creatures sought this out as a perfect opportunity to grab her, however she was using all her power to resist it; she then became aware of the gun she still had and she managed to shoot three bullets in her captors body and the remaining two into the one standing behind it. She bothered not to shoot at the third one as it was already losing a lot of its fluid and was practically dead. Even with her best efforts, the creature threw her out of the hatch of the ship and closed it.

She latched onto side of the spacecraft; her fingers already numb against the cold metal of the ship. She knew there was no point of her holding onto her doomsday transport, but she wanted to just take a few moments of peace alive, to remember everything that had led up and escalated to this moment – the climactic catastrophe, the firestorm, the creatures, everything. She wanted to feel numb and forget all of this before her eventual sweet release of death. And when that was done, she let go… letting the deafening deadness and the darkness engulf every inch of her, thinking and feeling the stricken cinders from the remains of the Earth still roaring and she let herself plunge into the Abyss.

Posted in Current Affairs

MONEY, POVERTY AND POLITICS

How does the Gandhi Family use their money?

Here is a controversial debate: 5 of the richest men in the world have more money combined than the rest of the world.

But for now, lets forget the rest of the world and focus, specifically on India. Here, the most prominent, infamous and controversial political figures include the Gandhi family; in more recent years allegedly corrupt too.

This family’s most recent heir to the congress throne comes in the form of Rahul Gandhi, and he makes crores of money every single year heck even month… although, does he slave himself for all that money? Of course not. He is literally the adult version of a spoiled mama’s boy who thinks that mangos are made in factories. His words, not mine.

Anyhow, we are not going to look at the corruption that his royally messed and dethroned family has done over years in history or even their more scandalous past, present and future; we are going to look at how much money in closest approximation they make and how they choose to use it (spoiler alert: of course, it’s for their own lifestyle of rich brats).

We’ll start with the facts, or rather most accurate info that can be found on this family (they are the Indian version of the Kardashians).

We shall start with our very own Sonia Gandhi! A mother of two, seemingly apolitical past, living her life with the Italians at first with a prime minister for a husband. A perfect life of luxury, family and money for a while, until…. It all goes upside down! (dun dun dun)

Her husband dies, she becomes a single mother but also politician. Throws out her life with Italy and soon devotes her life to India and its politics! Oh, and look, her net worth rises to a whopping 11.82 crores!

Not only this, in 2014 an affidavit that was filed during the general election shows that Sonia had declared assets worth 9.81 crore rupees with 2.81cr to movable properties and 6.47cr to immovable properties. I don’t know about you, but I think that is a lot of money. Furthermore, rumour has I that as of 2020 Sonia Gandhi holds the keys to a chest full of money laundering from china. Bizarre, but would not be a surprise considering her late husband and his family especially being involved in numerous money corruption busts.  

Let us move on to her favourite child, Rahul Gandhi, more famously known as pappu Gandhi. His known personal assets according to the 2019 affidavit filed for the general Lok Sabha election show assets worth 14.85cr, 4.85cr more than the 2014 affidavit. In addition, he made an income of 1,11,85,570 in 2017-2018! Oh, and a personal loan from his mother for 5 lakhs, self-acquired assets 8.75 crores and deposit of 17 lakhs in various banks.

Now here is the thing, we do not know how much more money he holds or if all of this is his mommy’s money, however it is still heck of a lot of money, considering if he works or not.

And the last of all, Priyanka Gandhi, a.k.a sort of the black sheep of the family because of her lack in political interest but she still makes loads of money. If her brother and mother make so much money each year and own so much of it, she does too. Some statistics: Earns approximately 33cr every year, net worth- 450 crores, lives in a house worth 85 crores (and recently bought another in Gurugram) and owns 5 cars all worth 4.1cr at least.

We can see how solely 3 members of the family own so much money that they can practically buy whatever (or whomever) they want.  So, where do they put this money? This question has many alleged answers, but fundamentally we can narrow It down to personal luxury, politics and corruption. That is an amazing way to spend it isn’t it?

Sure, for them and for all other rich, high throne people that look down on the measly plebeians that are middle class and are dying due to poverty.

Poverty, the main issue plaguing all of India and the major excuse for foreign countries to frown upon our nation. An issue that can be solved with only a good sum and support. Why would people like Sonia, Rahul and Priyanka spend their money, time and effort on the poor when they are living lavish lives without a care in the world?  They can simply watch while literally 88 million people of the country suffer and slave to give them what they want.

The money that Priyanka has spent on cars and bungalows could vastly eradicate a huge chunk of poverty from India; with 105.5 crores literally, millions could be out of poverty.

This is not just the Gandhi family even though the main example mentioned here is them. What matters is how collectively every rich, privileged minister could donate crores to charity and it still would not put a scratch in their bank accounts yet eradicate poverty from 88 million individuals in a single country.

It is not important how much money you make but rather how you choose to use it.

Posted in Current Affairs

Tigers in lock down

What does the Covid-19 lock down imply for the tigers?

We know the impact on humanity that the pandemic has caused, however what we do not think about is how it has impacted the wildlife…. More specifically tigers.

The thought and question pushes forth a debate of whether, simply, if the impact of the lockdown is good or bad for tigers. Taking in consideration of how well protected they are, how much they reproduce or even how aggressive they can become. 

Nature reserves, national parks and wildlife sanctuaries ensure that tigers in their vicinity are well protected, fed and taken care of. The park workers and forest rangers work every day with these species and keep them protected from poachers. Although now, due to the lockdown, these workers are unable to keep them from harm’s way, making tigers somewhat vulnerable from poachers and hunters. In addition, tigers may roam free in the jungle and not be confined to the sanctuaries.

Albeit this, tigers can also now prey more as they are not confined to only roam a certain area or eat something specific. They would tune back into their instinct to prey – this can also be proven to be a negative impact as they might affect another species population just by eating and preying them. Wild tigers would prey on humans that come to see tigers in the jungle. 

In a positive effect, the overall population of tigers would significantly increase due to more food and reproduction and less interference from humans into their habitat. Less people, less travel, lesser vehicles through the roads passing through sanctuaries and national parks and less human-tiger conflict, It is that simple Sir Arthur.

Wild Tigers would roam more freely, due to humans not interfering with their environment and hunting them rather fearing them in the wild.

Looking at both positive and negative factors, tigers have experienced major changes in their environment and possibly their lifestyle.  Tigers in parks may get hunted more, but they also have a chance not to be disturbed in their own homes. COVID-19 may not be good for the human population but may mostly imply more positive changes for the wildlife.