The Khushi's Pen

- be a little more you, and a lot less them. The process by which we leave behind our authentic self and become people that we are not, the people we are influenced by- by acquiring beliefs, values, and behaviours from those around us- is known as enculturation. And as we leave our true selves, morphing into our social selves, a void behind to develop and gradually forms. We leave our original, authentic nature and assume the false smirk of personality.

                    - Depression behind Happiness "Depression is not a choice, Faking okay, is how the sufferers rejoice. Let's stand and raise up our voice, #UnmuteYourself, don't ponder twice." 'Depression' has become a talk of the town now. Due to it's sudden proliferation in the globe amidst outrage of the deadly pandemic, depression is even more prominent and severe admits our so-sobriqueted comedians. Depression, to be precise and crisp, is a medical condition due to the chemical imbalance in brain which effects the sufferers emotionally, physically, cognitively, and behaviourly. Many people hold the opinion that comedy is deep rooted to self satisfaction and abundant happiness in thy life. But, I am sorry you mistook the notion, you mistook the emotion. These people possess a hyperactive imagination and this dwell in their own thoughts. Consequently, colouring up their hubbub accordingly. Thus act

Trauma is a thing! Just tried healing today. 'Trauma Poetry' is the pill for the day! Stay close to the Trauma Poetry, but, stay, away from TRAUMA! Sunflowers Before they came the air was smooth, lucid, and calm enough Lingering on and on, buzzing breath into breathless it moaned Then the Sunflowers shook up with a thunder Now the air gushes and encircles around They concentrate my attention, that was relieving Playing and resting- like sparrows freely chirping The garden, also seemed warmer than the other day "The Sunflowers should be behind the bars, like prisoners!" A random guy exclaimed They open up their mouth, just to show their blazing power; which they possess 'Beware!' They can use it even, to demolish 'Alas!' And, I'm aware of my heart- it opens and closes It bowls of red blooms out of sheer love for me The water I taste is warm and salty, like that of the sea And comes from a country far aw

This makes my heart soak in grief, agony and pain. It is no more spongy enough to soak in all my cries. "Whenever you are depressed, uncomfortable, aloof, burdened or not- the only cure is, talk!" Barter, is the golden rule. Remember! Nobody is pain-free, there's no such jacket which curbs or nulls pain, but yes, there are people, always- who cure. Who are your life savers- only if you stretch yourself first, only if you Unmute Yourself, only if you barter your thoughts first. None here, is a magician; well 'Psychologists can read minds', is a myth! Psychologists can understand mind, is a fact. And, that too accompanies an assistance, an aid which the sufferer lends by discussing the problem he or she suffers. Escapism is not the relief. Still, if considered a solution, maybe it is- but not permanent, for sure. We, the modern tech-gen tend to seek innumerable ways and build up master escape plans, beating Sherlock even sometimes. But, its a pity on our part that w

To the world of her imagination, to the pals- books, libraries and coffee; who never left her side, and to the life which she lived a thousand times. They bewitched her mind so much that she held them for a much longer time. They were her fire wings, powerful, magical and mystical. She held them when she was depressed, she held them when she was on the cloud nine. They were the non judging, yet consoling friends in her life. They helped her to believe in herself. They were the oxygen tanks to her sustainability. They acted as a pillow to her tears, though she never preferred one for sleep. Still, they were exceptional. They never turned their back on her and never left her aloof. They transmuted her brain into a whirl and let her go into a new world, away from the harsh reality. They aroused a series of emotions in her. They ensnared her mind and body like a rat trap. They were BOOKS! Books for some maybe too cliché a topic to talk about. On the contrary, for some it may be a talk of

'An act of kindness can ultimately be tripled in value.' How? By, people subsequently giving more and more. "This contagious behaviour provides a significant boost to happiness." People, thus, have an innate inborn ability to procure just the product from their surroundings, without having to think of the process, the struggle behind it. As every act has two sides- a bright and a grey one. The bright side, here, reflects the 'procurer' who just availed the struggle-free, ripe fruit; which they savour. While, the grey side, here, reflects the 'giver' who had to loose a part of him/her, to benefit the counterpart. That is the deed of ultimate selflessness. That is certainly the golden thread that binds one to moksha, heavenly solace it is! "But, then are there any levies or debts stringed to it too?" I wonder. Just, as no bank or money lender barters money in lieu of an asset, then, I certainly, am addled to how can one barter happiness? For me

Whenever you feel lost, yet, quite listless; Just gaze up at the sky- whether wry or dry. Sometimes just to feel the fine fragments shatter on your visage- Heavenly solace it is! Ever experienced? Well, being 'lost' possess an altogether new meaning now, For me, for you, undefined vows. Remember; "You're worth it!" Worthy of all that- Wothy of no more, yet, no less. Every single deed of yours, In any way, you contribute to re-defining worldly flaws. In this chaos; you are natural, pragmatic; Well versed in your own synthesized flaws.

It's a pity that a country, which itself lies on one of the most beautiful spots of a shade card, is still obsessed over fair skin and cannot see the beauty, the purity behind it. Here's a pouring of the viscous liquid of my heart to yours. To the other being, I've seen people blindly following codes, Dress Codes, Bro Codes and other random 'illogical' codes. Depicting their life's most trodded road. I've seen people adhering onto colour codes, Is it a bingo? That all must match to the puzzle board! Still, codes! I've seen people following the lingo codes, Well, language codes they're. Moulding the language only, in their own convenient mould(s).  I've seen people following religion code, The most omnipotent one, I must say- A Brahmin is supposed to marry a Brahmini, A Sikh to be hooked to a Kaur, A Christian ought to tie the knot to another Christian. Why is it so? Though, we are now open to inter-caste marriages, But it is a woe that we still a

"One person's utopia is another person's dystopia." Dystopia is an imagined world in which humanity is living in the worst possible (or most unfavourable) conditions. And, for utopia- one must certainly have to be rooted into dystopia. The idea of not being the 'ideal person' is for many people a blanch to their persona. And, that's the root cause to sprouting up, inferiority complex. An evil in disguise, to many. It is certainly that none of the lives of the world are mapped alike. Each one is symbolic. Each one is cosmo. None alike, none similar. And, that's what triggers the cells of curiosity. To know, and not say no. This silver lining is what segregates and embeds clear dichtomies of differences between beings, each one of us is mortal and thus, breaths in variedly. And, that's where the term comes- 'Webbed!'