The Khushi's Pen

When life gets blotted, and all you see is an eerie and dark smirk, clogging up your beam of happiness- start weaving it, with your own thoughts! A letter to the ones bypassing gloomy days- Dear Stranger, "Life cannot be always monotonous and achromatic. Colours spice things up!" You are a rainbow, a rainbow scattering hues of traits in myriad colours- you are your own spectrum. When things go outré, 'believe' in yourself, omnipotently. You are the creator, the peddler, and the destroyer of your own life. Days- gloomy or flowery, are life; a part and parcel. Learn to assort things up. "When you are given with darkness, you are also given with stars." Maybe it's just that the hunt to find your stars still needs to be tread by. Start weaving up your own thoughts, whether your alliances or your foes- they cleanse you up, proliferate your mind and let vibes flush in your mind. And, that's a dash of glitter to charm up the lows, a sprinkle of confetti to

~ Life is both, a beauty and a beast. A bewitching beauty if you value it, and a scabrous beast, if you jingle it. Alike Mathematics, Life too can be- sweet like the Addition and Subtraction and sour, tangy like the Algebra and the Trignometry. But, valuing and seeking the aesthetic, yet enchanting trait of it, is only the art of thy eagle's eye. It may never be all gold, and glittery. There are Problem Sums, which pop in our way in the form of dilemmas while opting between diverging and equally inviting opportunities. Leaving us to choose one amongst both or many precious ones. That's a tough decision though, if you trip here; beware, you lose control over your life's gear! All you'd be left with is sit, stare and glare. Opportunities and Genertion of Ideas follow Outings and Musings, but, having no where to go; is like caging the fierce lava in you. The volcano that may lie dormant for a long tenure, is sure to spurt up and affect adversely when a trigger generate

"Money mints a sustainable life, And Marks, an effective thrive!" Alas! The pigeonhole sector of the society prevailing in the belief of the Traditional Notion of "Indian Education System"; still glorifies it's worth. "Worthless!" Yes, my notion has entirely transmuted from considering it the best to worthless; witnessing the Student-Teacher Torture they've been casting. "Marksheet: a prestige sheet or a pressure sheet?" That might be addling for an instance, but what is it really a symbol of? Superiority? Or maybe, boasting? Tonnes of others too.. but as all the fingers of your hand cannot be the same. And, likely, not all students can have those sparkling grades in all the subjects. It is well said, "to grow a plant green, water it's roots" and, if we, as citizens want the productive generation of our society to be strong and firm, we need to amend our beliefs and give vent to new ideas to pour in. Let us let new educ

"That's the stigma, because, unfortunately, we live in a world, where if you break your arm, everyone runs over to sign your cast, but if you tell people you're depressed, everyone scatters the other way. That's the dogmatic notion of Depression they all have casted within their minds, etched and engraved in golden letters." Why? I muse, why can't a person suffer from pangs of mood swings, loneliness and undergo depression? Well, they do.. certainly, we all, sometimes. But, in the haphazard of our lives we forget to #UnMuteOurselves Amidst the chaos of our daily life, we end up disturbing the equilibrium of the very two vital bodily humours- Physical Health and Mental Health. When you add the exact proportion of ingredients, a dish tastes scrumptious; likely, adding the desired amount of pressure, care and concern towards your Mental Being will make you more efficient and grease your disturbances, thereby opening for them a vent to escape in the horizon.