Littera Scripta Manet

Rivers, as important to a country as blood is to humans, are heading right towards the wrecks of humanity, the burning hot pits of doom and what is being done to stop them? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Yamuna (also known as Jamna), one of the holiest and most sacred rivers of India is also the most polluted. That is the strength of our faith. It is the fifth longest river in India, has been sustaining livelihood to millions of people ever since history, supplies 70% of Delhi’s potable water and yet, much to an environmentalist’s indignation, has received absolutely no practical consideration. Delhi dumps almost 58% of its waste into the river which makes one wonder if it can be labeled a river at all. Yamuna flows over a distance of 1376 kilometers; it starts from the glacier Yamunotri in the lower Himalayas in Uttarakhand and meets the Ganges at Triveni Sangam, Allahbad. Further, it enters Delhi through the village Palla and traverses a distance of 48 kilometers through the capit...

"India is a hopeless country and I absolutely hate it. I'm gonna shift to the US after school because I cannot tolerate the mentality here anymore." "Oh, did you listen to the new pop song by Ariana Grande? Damn man, I'm in love." "You listen to Bengali songs? Actually? That's so old, listen to English songs bro, grow up, be cool." "Why do you even wanna watch a Hindi film? Bollywood is extremely horrible, let's check out the new English film instead! At least it'll be worth it." "Oh! you do not know the meaning of this simple English word? Dude, coolness increases as the vocabulary of Hindi decreases, you embarrass me." Such is the culture of India. Lost amidst the trends of the magnificent western world, with our own personal identity absolutely forgotten, we're sailing on the oceans of approval far from our land of origin with no plans to return. What is the use of existence when we cannot be grateful to...

Who are we, the ones who live? Why are we here, if not to give? The trees were painted, the mountains were laid, the sun was involved and the seas were laid. Such enormously important things, were created only for us. But still on the tiniest of things we normally tend to fuss. Where is the gratitude? Where is the respect? Nature gave us so much and more, yet only flaws we detect. She thinks she's alone, she thinks she'll always be, The beautiful flowers bloom for her, waiting for her to see. He thinks success is a seed, a seed he hasn't sown. He ignores the ferocious winds, telling him to do the unknown. They muse with raining eyes, giving all the sadness a place to reside. Thus I wonder how they cannot hear, the waves of the ocean they have inside. The stars, the planets, the galaxies, are known for the treat they're to our sight, but often we do not realize, we're their source of light...                  ...

                  Why’s it blackmail? Why not blackfemail? Because, hey! That makes no sense just like the trending ‘feminism’. But unfortunately, that’s a fact camouflaged by the increasing romanticizing of the term mentioned already. What is feminism? Female domination? NO. Suppressing the males? NO. Feminism is, in literal terms, the theory of political, economical and social equality among the sexes and not an excuse to raise meaningless protests and movements. Many people who tried to fight the system were weighed down by Weltschmerz. What’s encouraging this completely messed up inaccuracy? Is it the kakistocracies? Is it the media? Or, is it all of us? No title can reach popularity unless it’s majorly hyped up by a flock of sheep and so, in order to bring a change in the mentality of the contextual sheep, it is important to bring a change in the herder’s mentality and basic understanding first. ...

Standing tall unflinchingly, under the vast unplumbed sky, they shine as luminously as ever, emitting a light which shan't die. Surrounded by colours too many, they have a life of their own. So peculiar they have always been, a certain uniqueness they hone. Yet, they reach for the heavens, in a desperation so eternally sad, and a forlornness to an extent we can only wish we never had. Birds sing in praise of their beauty reflected by the delightful mirror of nature, a sight so mystically enchanting, it can melt even the dullest creature. Love and peace they have given, they are the ornaments of earth. So green is their tranquility, thanks to the trees and trees they birth. As I remember their sweet caresses, I wonder if with them I'll ever be able to part. Maybe the mountains are calling out to me, maybe I'm under the influence of my heart.                                   ...

“ It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men .” said Frederick Douglass, clearly unaware of what lay ahead. Around 3 lakh children in the world have been subjected to violent separation from their family members forcefully or through clever manipulation, so they could be recruited by non-state armed groups to serve as messengers, slaves, or even shields during conflicts. Non-state armed groups are unofficial military and paramilitary organizations (with rare government support). They’re responsible for major recruitment of child soldiers. Afghanistan, Iraq, Sudan are some of the countries which exploit child-soldiers and use them in conflicts irrespective of their age. The children are forced to kill or abandon their family members so they cannot escape the vicious claws of the recruiters. It goes unnoticed that the very basic human rights of the children are being disrespected. It is particularly saddening how we’re all so lost in a world full of p...