In moments of confusion,
Of helplessness and indecision -
Before any hint of despair could set in,
Watch out for your disposition.

A quick reminder to give yourself,
Is that it is all a part of the process,
That the process more often is bittersweet,
And 'bitter' is not the end of all progress.

There's usually a way rather hidden,
Beneath all anxiety and fear,
For it to surface and make itself visible,
All the junk blurring it away, you must clear.

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What's right with feminism today?
That it appears to be taken out of context,
That it appears to be blown out of proportion -
Often when seen through the lens of the privileged.
But rightly so.

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The men will call you 'useless'.
Why not, for it is convenient.
They will get to think they are smarter.
But are they smart or just privileged, is a question pertinent.

You could still demand opportunities,
Oh but do you nod your head to your boss,
When you're thrown words of abuse?
If yes, you're at no loss!

You could still demand opportunities,
But you will have to work unreasonably harder.
Harder than men would ever have to.
They have the man card, why bother!

Men are smarter and more skilled,
At several things, I deny not.
But if only you gave us a chance,
We would give it our best shot!

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But if you're a woman,
You are labelled as incompetent,
Your progress is put to halt.
No matter how willing you're or proficient.

The best opportunities are guarded,
Safely handed down to men,
While you're to take care of the insignificant part,
Cause what else are you for then!

And one day, they will blame you,
For you can only do petty tasks,
But, Sirs, how do we learn to run,
If we are never allowed to walk!

The endless loop of incompetence,
Is thus created, fed and grown.
And you're left questioning yourself -
Seeds of self-doubt being well sown.

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What's wrong with feminism today?
That it's seen through the lens of the privileged.
That it's used conveniently.
That it's taken out of context.
That it's blown out of proportion.

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In the event of adversity,
It appears the worse is all there is,
That there is strife alone, only for
A bleak chance of heaven, but it's mostly abyss.

It's as if the part subsumes the whole,
With all else dying out into nothingness.
Pessimism sounds like a wise pursuit.
Positivity, an irrational business.

While reason gives direction to life,
Not everything comes within its bounds.
As foolish as it may sometimes be,
Hope is a tool very profound.

- Nagashree KC

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We salute the bloodshed,
Hoist the tricolour,
With a heart full of gratitude,
And vows to always the triumph remember.

While freedom is indeed a celebration,
May we ask ourselves on this day a question,
If we're truly independent in our thoughts and deeds,
Or if in our minds we continue to be victims of colonisation.

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Terrace sunsets!

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A Millenial's take on Ramayan

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Uncertainty has a way of threatening,
The very core of your existence.
Pushing you to the brink of insanity,
As you helplessly give up on persistence.

Light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel seems mythical,
The tunnel's end might as well never begin.
As the tunnel's dark deepens further,
It kills the superhero story of fighting-the-odds to hug-the-win!

Somewhere around this time,
When you call out in desperation,
You gather courage to make a leap of faith,
And then there's celebration!

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