Mymusings

Dear readers,  I hope you are doing good and are perfectly hale and hearty.  The recent newspaper headlines had a deep impact on me. It kept me thinking.  The indefinite closure of schools has washed away the smiles of so many children. It has eroded their dreams of a good life.Many unknown faces flashed before my eyes and I could feel their tinge of sadness. The number of predicted drop-outs is mind-blogging. This prediction is something that I saw before my own eyes in reality when I visited the market. The number of children hawking and acting as vendors numbed me to the core.  Whom will we blame? We can't blame the parents who sent their kids to schools for mid-day meals so that at least their children get a square meal in a day. Their own meager income is shrinking due to the pandemic. New advents of technology that is being used in education is a costly affair. It not only involves the one-time cost of a device but also the monthly charges of mobile data etc. If one would hav

Do you remember the day when going to a doctor or a simple hug from a loved ones had put a balm to your sufferings? Yes, I am talking about the classical Placebo effect, which is actually the single greatest indicator of the fact that your mind can heal yourself or at least provide comfort to a certain extent. ( The second instance of hugging can also be linked to increase in the concentration of oxytocin in blood). In my opinion it is the most fascinating theories in the fields of biology that I have ever encountered.  Now let me define it in scientific terms: Placebo effect is when an improvement of symptoms is observed, despite using a non-active substance. There were numerous instances that the non-active drug, known as placebo, has lowered pain in depressed souls and cancer patients. I am posting a link  if anyone really wants the proof, as it is wrong always, everywhere, and for anyone to believe anything on insufficient evidence.[ detailed explanation of Placebo's effect wit

 Dear Readers, Happy Mothers Day to all the cool moms out there!  Mothers are walking angels on Earth. They wake up before the alarm clock and sleep after everyone in the house dozes off. They are the sunshine which make the small buds blossom into scintillating flowers. Words can never be the manifestations of their care and selfless love.  Well, as child our mother is the first who hears the tumults of joy and mayhems of our life. But as time fades away and one moves out from his/her abode for career or jobs, the tender connection with one's mother becomes bleak. One becomes so workaholic that calls from one's mother becomes a response sheet. She remains in the same place, throughout the years, becoming more and more grey-haired, waiting for the whole day for that five-minute call. She frets for his/her beloved's welfare but does one show even 0.01% care for her?  Dear readers, remember that she is growing old too. I think that everyday is MOTHER'S DAY. Do we really n

 The small world of mine seems to have been dwindled into hopelessness. Online classes have been called off till further notice. The reason behind these doldrums is COVID-19, which has spread its pangs on the entire India. Pathetic indeed! On contemplating deeply, the small problems   issues that I face are a mere trifle in front of the hardships being faced by the entire world. Here I am worried about my career but some people don't have access to a proper square meal of a day. The wish to travel around and enjoy the bounties of nature seems quite selfish. There exist a myriad of people who are isolated within the four walls due to testing positive in the PCR test. The taken-for-granted gift of being with family with all members smiling and blossoming in good health is definitely an ultimate blessing in a world where families- the 'heartbeat' of an individual lie shattered due to loss and grief. My soul is tormented every time I hear the death of anyone-be it a stranger or

 The recent trend of  blaming women for the atrocities against them by public figures like Imran Khan and Uttarakhand chief minister Mr. Tirath Singh Rawat makes me startle. It is like an outdated cheque on an already failing bank. With crimes in Uttrakhand rising by 22% in a year, why is not the government locking horns with the real problem? They are beating around the bush and reprimanding women whereas the real criminals are looking for more scapegoats to devour.Well, the infamous accident of Malala Yousoufzai and the obscure rule of treating two women's testimony as that of one man before some courts are enough to display the status of women's right in that country,but the statement of Imran Khan's first wife of veiling a man's eye instead of reinforcing purdah system amuses me as the idea is quite pristine. Dear valuable readers,we can't shut our eyes and WE need to question our authorities for rise in such heinous crimes.The creamy and tall claims of the poli

The confined death bed played the reel of my life. Alas! the whole picture seems like a never-ending marathon chasing my ambitions and garnering my reputation. The memories give a pang of bitterness to my weakening heart and here I am left to ponder and debate on the path I trod.  They said to earn degrees, purchase villas, and ride on nothing less than a Lamborgini. I designed my plans listening to their advice but turned a deaf ear to my soul. I played the role of Icarus leaping at the Sun but the waxwings of avarice melted and I fell on the grave of my dreams. They doted me, attracted by the essence of my wealth, sucked all my resources, and buzzed all sugar-coated words. Who were they? A mere trifle group of humans who never cared for me! But now I feel like a dead bird slowly being eaten up by his boorishness in believing those who never show up their head in his sufferings. The mansion might be a materialistic bliss, but what use of such grandiose flats when I don't have anyo

 Dear Readers, Have you ever imagined loving unconditionally that too at the naive age of 17 when your other half has a few month's time?Ever read of a boy who makes a girl his wife who was almost non-existent before, although they were in the same class since kindergarten? If your heart wants to feel the true essence of selfless love then A Walk To Remember  is a must read! This exquisite brand-new novel ' A WALK TO REMEMBER'   BY NICHOLAS SPARKS , lying in my mini bibliotheca would have been wondering about the day it's cover would be unfastened. The day came and it was during 13th February 2021(my birthday) I started savouring it. It made me cry and smile at the same instant.I completed it within 8 hours depriving myself off sleep of almost 5 hours. This book made me ponder over a new dimension-unshacking faith and hope.Pooh!Before I continue to ramble about all my fancies regarding the book, let me tell you the  gist of it. (Disclaimer :You can skip reading the seco

 Dear Readers, The hands of the clock are running a never-ending marathon and they never seem to stop!A year has slipped away and I have grown a year older. People say 16 to be sweet but huh! This year was being dumb and lackadaisical. Reading fanfics, checking Worldometer, devouring on food my brother prepared and letting my head ache due to screen time were everyday checklists. Everything was so topsy-turvy. Although I was going to Kota but finally landed in Delhi "virtually!" The most non-academic year of my life where my books still remain untouched although finals are knocking at the door.  Well, I haven't developed a fascination for NetFlix,Instagram and YouTube like other teenagers,still,half of my NEET syllabus of 11 remains untouched. The firm decision of being a doctor in my life was wavering at a point of time! Now let me stop ranting about all my misdeeds and plan about my next year.. So 17 comes and it is gonna be the determing factor of my life deciding wher

Dear Readers, The thought of the aim of a commoner's life makes me feel perplexed. It sometimes bemuses me to think what is the goal of every human being. We preach to achieve self satisfaction and mirth but where do we finally land? Human beings are really baffling. One is always in a race of money and prestige in reality. But when questioned about his real intentions the straight forward answer that comes is to lead a happy life.Parents work hard to fulfill all the dreams of their children but what is the use if they  don't have a single second to spare?Isn't this really sardonic?We all dream of a heavenly home but is a home without giggles and laughter a 'true home'?In my opinion it doesn't even own the distinction of being called a home. It is just four walls where one can lay their head at night- lifeless like the bricks and lonesome as the owner.  Society measures success by money.The higher the zeroes in a person's bank account, higher is the respect

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