The Khushi's Pen

(Just like the graphic, that's how humans are. All, shimmery on the outer, but then, buried deep down is their evil scar.) Oh, might human Cease, and introspect for a moment. The earth now witnesses a rainbow of dearth- Initially from essential natural resources To mankind, oh 'kind'! Rather an evil mind. This scourge our collective greed has inflicted, Cannot by any mean be depicted. Devoid, we lead our lives, Shallow our beehives, I wonder how our posterity will thrive! It's an alarming sign, that we unite, Else its tumultuous consequences will leave our lives shattered and deprived.

Humans think they lead life, which is a wrong notion. Humans believe they own their lives, which is another wrong notion. But, 'Humans are the mere chauffeurs of their lives is what I firmly believe. It is a beautiful verse in Hindi which says, "Koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nhi hoti" . (ps. One of my personal favourites!) But then, human psychology says, "People are equipped with an inherent tendency to Accept." And, the only choice they have is to either accept things joyfully or forcefully. Both are painstaking, but the first option debars one from Mental Pain, while the other one causes both Physical and Mental Pain. And, then, it is on humans to choose which side is the grass greener. If one chooses a certain direction and later repents citing, "the grass is greener on the other side." He/she has certainly failed to achieve the Ikigai, the ultimate purpose of thy life. Because the truth is- The grass is the same on both the patches, what m

- Just a click away, if asked, is my major takeaway from this pandemic.  We have outlived eons and epochs subsiding in a social web with delicate figments of attachment and detachment. Two fundamentals of human life, yet poles apart. Where we need attachments to blossom, detachments need to wither out to maintain an equilibrium in this complexly variegated and achromatic human life. Well, not only me, I muse, isn't this one of yours too? The highlight of the pandemic- “Keeping connected through COVID-19”. Having realized the struggle from being a social bee to being a soul set free. But, the art lies not in being detached, rather in being attached and rooted to the souls who understand you, not only when you barter your thoughts but even when you are muted. Because with them, you don’t seek clarification rather expressions follow words. It is like a silent bridge forms between you and them, they lift you when you are down, cheer your blues away, and ensure that you stir happiness a

Am I a commodity that I am labelled- "Handle with Care", Or, am I the luxury your pockets cannot bear. Am I the bare personification of this eternal grandeur, with a raw demeanour, Or am I the beauty desired by holy goddess endure? "Am I a human?" I dare to but still ask with icy fear, Or am I the animal you often body shame, eh, what was that, oh yeah, "Hippopotamus". Did I make my point fair and square? Am I only worth all the name tags and all the body standards you set for me here, Or am I the only one in this human race you think is substandard and still under repair? But, you see, you are unaware, Of my beauty that is fiercely rare. For none to be bartered none to be shared, Which is only mine, Forever I shall care. So, think before you cast an upsurge, You are entitling yourself to a curse. The dearth of pity has exchanged spheres, Leaving you repent when no one will be near. RANDOM OPINION PIECES- Loving yourself is not (necessari