Mymusings

The summer came and bestowed me with all warmth and light, nourishing me with mirth and jocoundness. But then came the rain snatching away all the sunshine but a merry-devil it was! It gifted me with water which made me brawny and sturdy so that I could face the void of autumn. The fall made me melancholic but I was still a fighter. I fought with my emotions so that I could celebrate the pulchritude winter and be as calm and placid as snow. Then I encountered the most charming spring that filled me with youth and made me realise that all pain was worth the gain. I was the Sun who needed to rise every morn and spread the first blush of hope in the gray sky which was partly of despair and partly of joy. I always burnt with the brightest flame so as to become a beacon to myself !                                                                                                                                     ~ DIKSHA GUPTA Dear readers, 'I' is the manifestation of all mortal live

Dear Readers, Out with the old, in with the new: may you be happy the whole year through. Happy New Year!(I think that the sweetness in you will overlook my late wishes:)) All what I gather from the platter of my news daily served to me is that India has taken a new call towards self sufficiency. Well I think that the Indians who would be reading my blog would not be new to "Aatmanirbhar Bharat" concept.This has indeed become a common household name! But to accept the grim truth, this is yet another cynical gimmick of the big fat Indian polticians!We all had become free from the cluthes of the foreign rule about 75 years ago but in reality we are still a caged bird stooping behind the bars. Well few might argue with me, but according to my observations we are loosing our reliance. Let us talk about entertainment industry. India has always held the coveted award of producing the most films in the world in a year. Mumbai-the city of dreams- had provided fuel to the households o

  The new dawn of the year seemed promising and I thought that it had the potential to change my life. But it has dashed away all my dreams. I am still sitting with my ruffled hair and my mind is playing all my gloomy memories in a loop. I was happy on seeing the oasis of my dream but when the moments came to cherish it, I found again myself lost in the dreary mundane desert of life. The impressions were like the mirage- (hopes that my tender mind  illusioned still looks like a distant dream.) Yesterday everything seemed set and I was ready to begin a new year with double commitment to my studies and promised to let go of my egregious habit of hallucination. But I was so engrossed in enjoying the placid waves of my thought, I could not caution myself against the approaching turbulence that could topple down my sea of faith and cause a setback to my voyage. The previous morning saw all smiles on my face and it was beaming like the glorious Sun that was burning incandescently, spreading