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Saturday, 27 February 2016

Destroy an already destroyed soul?

Being the progeny of druggie parents isn’t a piece of cakewalk. There are scars, pain, a constant battle that needs to be fought and a feeling of sheer helplessness. A home which is meant to provide you with warmth, love and security turns out to be a place where you dread to go. The music blaring makes you want to cringe, the smell of alcohol suffocates you and the presence of unknown people makes you hide somewhere in the corner of your room. She could hear people laughing, shouting and slurring downstairs. She knew tomorrow would be another messy day for her, with all the heaps of syringes, bottles strewn everywhere and even her parents lying somewhere on her floor. It gets worse when she sees her father forcing her mother to sleep with his friends because that’s an easy way to get hold of more drugs. Sometimes when her mother would be sober, she would rebel and would get beaten up badly. Lost in her thoughts, she heard a blood curling scream coming from downstairs. She rushed out of her room to find her mother lying in a pool of blood and her father hovering over her mother’s body with a vase in his hand. She knelt beside her mother’s body and checked her pulse, she found none. Yes she was never a good mother, yes she has beaten her blue and black, but nonetheless she was her mother.

After her mother’s funeral, she resumed her work back. It was the same story as ever, random men knocking at her door, sleazy comments being hurled at her and the same sleepless nights. It was a tiring day for her and on her way back all she could see for a moment was darkness. 

When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a king sized bed adorned with a blood red sheet. There were men all around, the skimpy clothes barely covering her naked body. It was then she noticed a man leaving that room with a bag full of cash, he turned one last time and gave her a cruel/ sad smile? Realization dawned upon her; she was sold by her father. 

And here I am today as the most sought after escort in the town. “They did bare my body that day but my soul is shielded yet forever” 

Written by
- Aishwarya Anand

Snippets of the Mind! (27/02/2016)


I have always been inspired by my mother. In childhood the way she started her day, with preparing breakfast for me and lunch for school. The way she taught me late nights, prepared meals for me with all her love and heart. I have always been so much inspired by her. 

Then I grew up, from school to college and there came a point in life when I started disagreeing with her. Her ideas about my life and my ideas for my life clashed many a times, but she always found happiness in my happiness. Although she had many dreams for me, but I couldn't stand up to her expectations. Still she never left my side. 

When I look at this bond between me and my mother I thank God with all my heart for giving me such a close friend in my mother who could play both the roles perfectly. Like mothers are and we have seen in films or real life—the best film, we can see how a mother can sense what is cooking in her child's mind instantly. Now that child grows up into a man like me, through that journey the bond remains the same. As the famous hindi saying goes, "Maa ke saamne to tum hamesha bachche hi rahoge, phir chahe tum kitne bhi bade kyon na ho jao." I find it very sweet, the manner it is said because it is so true.

I don't wanna make any point here other than talk somewhat about inspiration. About moving along, supporting, and forming an understanding with one another! Today the main issue is that we don't give a moment's space to peek within the other person's heart, and saying whatever our authoritative nature forces us to. That support, that closeness, that understanding is very hard to find in people. Whenever I want to think about that caring nature, that forever love, that's when my mother comes in front of my eyes. She never judges me, not that she always agrees with me; in fact we disagree on many places, starting from my career choice, to my decisions; but still that notion of love, care, and respect cannot be taken away from our hearts for one another. It is a sweet, warm bond that we shall always share.

Snippets for Artist Address
Written by Gagandeep Singh Vaid

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By Kasak

People often tell me how painful it is to be away from people they love. It is as if the brief moments of unison do more harm than good. Sometimes countries are different, sometimes time zones clash. The work required to sustain the relationship is way more than any futile brain drenching fling. I had heard of this pain but never quite felt it.
People say and write vivid things, which find their way from the ubiquitous serious of repetitions. ‘I love you more than you’ll ever know”, “you have my heart”, “my soul craves your presence” and so on. Other than that, they resort to fancy whatsapp emojis to display their affections. Some even start doubting the authenticity of their relationship if the number of kiss emojis their S.O sends is less than the previous day.


I have had muses before and they have made me feel a variety of emotions which I experienced, interjected, fought and finally bled on hidden corners of Microsoft word. But I never quite felt what separation was until I met her. She was my daybreak and illuminated me like a shining star. Our relationship had its conception in a far of foreign land. It prospered over late night calls and texts. Its authenticity strengthened when she came over to see me to a land she knew nothing about, unguarded. We explored each other to greater depths. But like all long distance relationships, happiness came to us scarce short bursts.
While driving to the airport this morning, neither of us talked much. Looking at her gullible yet beautiful eyes, emitting pearls of tears made me reminisce about the past month that we’d been together.  I kept asking myself, what was so special about us that made it so hard to say goodbye to her? We were just any regular couple. We had our share of love and we had our share of disagreements. We would cuddle as unexpectedly as we would throw things at each other. We pampered each other and threatened each other. We would be together when we looked our best and we would be together in spite of avoiding morning showers and having stinky breath. My thoughts kept me occupied until we reached the terminal from where her flight would commence.
The drill was the usual. I brought her the trolley, helped her with the suitcases, told her to keep her money safe and check if she had all the required documents in place. She hugged me tight and broke down in tears, which was expected. I comforted her with the embrace and kissed her before she started walking away from me to the security check.
Suddenly, I was paralyzed. Layers of my body were being separated mercilessly. I didn’t quite know what was happening. I stood there, frozen.
While watching her get smaller and smaller into the distance, I got the answer I was longing for. She didn’t have the access to my heart or soul, she had access over me. A me, who I never knew existed, was going away with her. A me, full of joviality and love in the greatest of my dimensions. A me, which was specifically sculpted for her, away from the debauchery and wrongdoings of the world. As the layers of my alter persona melted away, the pain increased and my vision got hazy. I suddenly felt heavy, I suddenly felt cold. My elixir had distanced away from me.

What now?  You ask. What happens when your inner being is seized away from you? You live, surely. But things are never the same. The day goes by usually but you long and crave the magic. You meet people, talk and share laughs but all you want is to be able to share your day with your magical other. You wait to be immersed in their wonderful imperfections. But until your next temporary unison, patience is your only virtue. Such is life. 

About the writer!

The writer known by a pen name, Kasak is a fitness freak, who does modelling and in his words, he is someone who, "emphasises on all experiences in life". He likes to travel and it is music that keeps him motivated. 

Wednesday, 24 February 2016

Snippets of the Mind! (24/02/2016)


Today when we are no longer in a relationship of love, we are actually in a relationship of love. Breaking the ties of being considered lovers, we tie a knot of being considered lovers. We tried to understand what we meant to each other, and finally in this journey I can say that we have found our place in each other's life. Friendship was a word over which I always pondered, but with you in these last two years I have felt it, I have lived it and yes I have understood what it means. 

A wonderful feeling which gives rise to a craving for each other. A craving to see the sunshine in each other's eyes, to feel the warmth of friendship in your presence. I couldn't have asked for more in this college life, than a friend in you. The present gives me an enriching feeling to be proud of my luck, which brought us close. 

Starting from the time when you made me realise what it was to love, to the time you made me realise what it was to be friends. I had been a wanderer searching for that meaning, and this journey continues but I am definite about the picture of true friend in you. There have been times when you were given the tags of being possessive, to being completely emotionally driven when it came to me. But I think that level of sweetness and kindness will be difficult to search in someone else in the times to come. 

For spending this long time with you that too in college means that this life, this evolution, this feeling wouldn't come again from anyone else. As it is well said that places of some people can never be taken by someone else. You mean to me a lot today. Whether I can tell you or not through my actions every time, or being there around you but truly in my heart there is great respect for you. 

The changes I have seen in you and in me, give me confidence that we are growing and are not stagnant in life. I like to flow like the river, I like to explore the person I am, and I am glad you like that with your life as well. You are on the right track but when I feel you are going a little wayward I feel telling you that could help you, understand my mindful thoughts. For the little or more that I know you, I think we should give emphasis to the concerns of each other for our own good, for we find goodness in each other's goodness. 

You are adamant on some issues like I am—but anyway we understand at the end what is right and wrong for us after reflections over our actions. The best thing about time I feel is that it helps us contemplate the world in our eyes, the reactions, the actions, the consequences all get enough weight—and so we are the best decision makers for ourselves. 

So, I long to see you today and the last few days of college life, let's celebrate this friendship with open hearts! See you, Anand!

Snippets for Artist Address
Written by Gagandeep Singh Vaid

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Tuesday, 23 February 2016

Snippets of the Mind! (23/02/2016)


Be those the passages of the heart or be those the rhyming scales. Altogether knitted together I had my soul asking me several questions. But matter of factly, the soul was questioning itself. So it had to answer itself as well. The difference of my soul and the 'me' had to be sorted out. Or moreover why was it, that I was trying to mark the difference between the two if both meant one only, that was 'myself'.

My soul and 'me' questioned their individual identities and then agreed on being just 'myself'. Nothing superior or inferior when life is like a boat while I sail in it incessantly. I sail in my thoughts, in my reactions, my reflections over different issues, concerns which form their presence around me.

The questions I discussed about already so far, are dealing with my past, present and my future. In order to find their answers I hit many junctions, and the hunger doesn't descend but only perpetuate and grow. In finding these answers I find a side of me which I had little thought about. These sides form me, and tell me how close I am to my dreams. For in the end of the day what I always find is, the importance my dreams have in my life.

I am following these paths, in quest of my dreams and they are responsible for the person I am and the person I am in the becoming!

Snippets for Artist Address
By Gagandeep Singh Vaid

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Cheers, and live freely!

Monday, 22 February 2016

Snippets of the Mind! (22/02/2016)


Who are you what defines your identity, is one such question that I have been asking myself for a long time over and over again. I like to dance on my own tunes, I don't expect an audience to see my dance, for it is what I do for myself. I like to sing, although I wouldn't ask for an audience to listen to my songs. I want to write, and this time I want an audience that talks to me. For the many roads that I followed in my life, at the end it was writing only that took away my heart. This is a field where I do not compare myself with anyone else, because like in arts—everyone has one's different artistic approach to go about understanding the subject one is working on, given one takes that field seriously. In dance also, or in any form of art this can come into view. There are competitions to find out the best competent out of a group of artists. There is nothing wrong in that I feel. For winning or losing doesn't make us better or worse. What it does is to for sure boost up our morals and confidence level but when we lay in sadness on losing, it is that loss only which should inspire us to keep on going amidst the obstacles. 



People are unimaginable in their view of the world, no two people can ever be same. In this regard can I say that everyone is an artist? I think so that every person has one's own mood, mood-swings, own way of dealing with stuffs popping up in their lives. What really brings two people together in this world of complexities is a level of understanding. It is very amazing on how these two people  can sort out the differences that remain between them. That meeting point is like a spiritual connection, what sets the world for these two people as a beautiful journey. They make memories, become close friends, support each other and their presence strengthens them. They become soul-mates to each other in short. That is beautiful, isn't it?


Gagandeep Singh Vaid for Artist Address

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Friday, 19 February 2016

A Heavy Heart For The Nature

Who doesn't know, the present circumstances,
the continuous wastage of resources,
the showcase of ill manners as honking on roads alive,
to throwing dirt wherever one likes to,
I ask, who remains unknown of these facts of life?

I heard to introspect was a good option,
The dreamers of the utopian world,
I question you in all my senses,
How longer do you think,
Are you following your very road?

Do you take any actions on your own,
or you wait for the government,
to bring the much needed change,
when you see the reality of life,
in front of your eyes!

Pollution, pollution,
not enough good air to breathe,
air, air—oh, is it poison that I heard?
I think I must be right,
for that is what stands in everyone's sight!

I wish to breath, live in this city,
but do you think, is the condition this easy?
Well, if you want to bring the change,
then you have to start from yourself,
Isn't it? I plead with a heavy heart for nature!

Monday, 15 February 2016


Written by Ritika Sarraf

Freedom of religion, freedom of expression, freedom of speech are some of the rights that the Constitution of India guarantees us. Every constituent of our 1.2 billion population is well versed with their fundamental rights but how many know about fundamental duties, let alone disposing them? Shouldn’t our freedom be limited by our duties? Can we, in the name of freedom of expression, malign the very soil which has nurtured us? 
Stretching the limits of their freedom indefinitely, some JNUites raised slogans like – Bharat teri barbadi tak jang rahegi, jang rahegi, which effectively translates to- “We will fight till India is destroyed”. Studying in one of the prestigious educational institutes of the country, centrally funded through the Indian taxpayers' money, these students who the nation sees as its future torchbearers are sloganeering against the very spirit of this idea called India. The same country which has given them all the opportunities, these students call it bad and unjust. Hailing Afzal Guru, the parliament attack convict, as hero who killed their own countrymen, they call it Free Speech. Where was there Free Speech when scores of Kasmiri Pandits were driven out of their hometown? Where was their free speech when our soldiers were dying in Siachen protecting them? 
Going by the facts, the permission for the protests was disguised in the name of cultural events. Since then the nation has been pondering over what is cultural about this entire event. Or maybe the destruction of India is music to the JNU students union. They have sought to change the very definition of ‘cultural events’. If these students are so concerned about Free Speech, why did they have to disguise the protests as a cultural programme? The very nature of the permission is the testimony of the fact that the JNUSU itself knows that their actions are unjust and questionable.
JNU is known to have a leftist political ideology and these protesters too call themselves as leftists. Wikipedia defines Left Wing Politics as political positions or activities that accept or support social equality, often in opposition to social hierarchy and social inequality. Clearly, there was no social agenda in the protests organised on JNU campus. These students calling themselves as ‘leftists’ first need to understand the leftist ideology. Leftists are the ones who fight for more subsidies, better education, more facilities and social justice for the underprivileged. They are the ones who question government policies which has been ineffective in arresting the rising cases of farmers suicide in the country. They ask for more educational institutions, hostel facilities and student concessions to make education a more affordable affair for everyone. Leftists aim at making India a better place to live in with equal opportunities for all and not intend to destroy India. These JNUites are Anti- Nationals, not leftists and tagging them as leftists maligns the entire left political ideology.
The rationale behind the protests which is being given by protestors is that they are against capital punishment and Afzal Guru was not given a fair trial, there were still options left for him before the judgement of hanging him could have been given. Since when did protests against capital punishment translate into India’s destruction? Also, as far as Indian judicial system is considered, Afzal Guru had gone through an exhaustive judicial process before the verdict was given. Hence there is still a pinch of doubt about the actual agenda of the protests giving some credibility to Home Minister Rajnath Singh’s allegation that the activity was funded by a terror outfit. Maybe there is more to this than just a group of rogue students raising anti-national slogans. 
With great power, comes great responsibility. Fundamental rights entail certain fundamental duties and it is high time that we take those duties a little more seriously. India might not be a very convenient place to live in with a slow executive, legislature and judiciary. We might have to face inconveniences at many instances. But this is the nation which has made us educated, well nourished individuals having a good intellectual capacity and a rational mind. India lets us live a life of our choice. And we have no right to conspire for the destruction of the very nation which nurtured us. If there is something wrong with the country, we are equally at fault and we should strive towards making that change we want to see in our country. After all that the country has done for us, it is time we reciprocate the same instead of maligning it. The youth is the future and we want a bright future for India. 

Wednesday, 10 February 2016

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Words Are The World

I remember, what I would say in those days. 
I would say,

"Yes, the words are less,
Yes, the words I hold for you in my heart of hearts,
Those words, are less.

How much should I tell you,
When my words don’t let me say?
How can I but not express to you,
When you are my night, my day?
But you know, like I said,
My words are less, my words are less.

I know, I should not complain,
I know the sunshine I saw,
For you it was disdain,
I know, our thoughts were never same.
I know, that six years were less,
Lesser to say to you,
What I kept hidden, just for a day,
When I would say, and you would listen.
That day never came, 
do you know why that is so?
Because, the words were less."

Then finally one day, 
I picked upon my dictionary,
and that day you know I slept,
with open eyes.
For that day, I learnt a few words,
three of them being, “I”, “Love”, and “You”.
Yes, you heard it right, “I”, “Love” and "You”.
That night I cried, yet the sentiments
made me believe, the power of those words,
and finally I had a powerful vocabulary,
I had learnt what I felt.

Words weren’t less,
Words were powerful!

Gagandeep Singh Vaid