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Run Away By Katherine Lightwood Wish I could run through that gloomy forest, filled with the pine cone trees, Follow through the lonesome trail, through which traveled that sweet breeze. I want to run, run so far, from all the worldly chaos that deafens my soul, What is in this chaotic world, O wanderer! seems like it's a fortress of coal. Staying in this toxic land, I dreamt of a place and it was like a fairy tale, Land of dream it is, where only ships of love and compassion sail. But I saw it in my dream, and it was only a dream, far from the real world, Woke up from this senseless dream, found myself in the floor shrouded and curled. I was so desperate to find that place, where in this world could it be?  Would I ever live that long enough, that my weak eyes could ever see?  I claim myself to be a wanderer of forgotten dreams that I once lived. Thought I was a conqueror of those visions, though it was not the truth that I ...

Our Sense Of Consciousness By Katherine Lightwood A while ago sitting lazily in my institute , I was watching clips of a movie called ' Still Alice' which had one of my favorite actress Kristan Stewart in the lead role. The movie was about a professor of linguistics played by Julianne Moore who was diagnosed by early onset of Alzheimer's disease . I didn't even watch the whole movie, but only those few scenes were captivating enough to bewitch me completely. The movie stuck me in a very deep way, I was stuck in a deep train of thought. My biggest question after watching those movie scenes was, 'At what point we start to lose ourselves or we lose our identity? '.  I don't know, it may sound very bizarre if I ask that to anyone, but try to bear with me. At what point we feel that we are ourselves? Our consciousness creates our source of existence. If it is lost and we fail to recognize our own existence, then there is no difference betwee...

Mercy By Katherine Lightwood My trembling hand was holding that rusty pot of water, A shiver ran down my spine, as I remember that massive slaughter. I escaped through that hellish bloodshed behind my back, Not like a winner but a quitter, and that is the shame that I drag. Nameless was I, confused, as I stared at the eyes of that old fighter, Her eyes were filled with a rage of an unknown fight burnt so brighter. O, Warrior!! Nature doesn't mercy, it erases the one who is despicable, The winner is the one who evolves and becomes the one who is invincible.  These mindless inconsiderate humans created this concept of self-pity, These senseless begging has no meaning, not even if you have a divine propinquity. This world is a hunger game, here you have to kill or get killed, Land of heathens it is, you can't escape from here your soul is sealed. It's not an abyss rather a place to testify your karma, We all...

I got My Mask, let's see what I can become By Katherine Lightwood Hello there!! Seems like recent Color festival has drawn a lot of energy from me. And till now you might have got an idea that my blogs are usually very grim. But today I want to speak about a very big inspiration of my life, and probably the biggest. And no lie though, this inspiration is actually changing me, making me strong. I've always been fascinated with superheroes in masks , people in hoodies and even villains who don't show their face. Now, from this, you may think that I am some kind of coward or shy person . But a dialogue of Joker from 'Batman' movies may simplify my point of view to you. "Give a man a mask, he will show his true self".  We humans, no matter how strong or weak we may show ourselves to the world, underneath all this deep inside we all have some kind of insecurity which forbids us to show our true colors. And if we get a mask which will hide ou...

This Color Festival is Washing Away My Colors By Katherine Lightwood So, seems like I am always the latecomer in blogs. What can I say I am stuck, I am genuinely stuck in so many things that I've lost count on. And I don't even know they are relevant enough. Now, you might be expecting that I will also blabber about the festival of colors and positivity and how I love to party. Oh no!! you are so wrong if you are thinking that. As you know, our teachers have given us assignments to make Holi posts and write blogs about it, and like always my all plans failed and I was late for my assignments submission. First I thought why not make a nice animation and I tried, but guess what, my luck is not that good, my Adobe Flash file crashed and not one time, but three times. I was so pissed off at my fate that when it happened I started laughing hysterically. After a while when I calmed myself down, I was really concerned that if I will turn into a psychopath, which wil...

Backstory Of Holi By Shubho Halder Hey, World. What's up !! How are you this season?  With the arrival of spring, there come so many festivals to cheer us up. It seems like all the coldness of Winter has finished and the warmth of summer is ready to welcome us. It's the most beautiful time of the year, or I would rather say lively . It's time to let the light in and let ourselves grow out of the bubble that we were hibernating in. OK! that was a weird way of explaining things, excuse my description skills. What I mean is it's the positive time of the year and it kind of start with the festival of colors. In India, it is called Holi. Now before going into further details let me give you a bit of backstory about this festival.  Holi is a spring festival that brings us closer, heals damaged relationships and spreads joy and laughter. This festival also signifies the victory of good over evil although the festival of Holi is best known today for its party...

My Most Memorable Holi By Nikhil Medar Hey, world!! What's up!! I've recently read Rahul's Post . He seems like he has been quite upset about the assignments and works. I pity him but is no shortcut for hard work. We have to work if we want to sharpen our skills. All our colleagues are getting so hyped about Holi which is great. But I am also stuck in bedlem of work which took all my chances of enjoying this color festival.But it seems like memories are enough to live a blissful life even though your life is getting more and more cranky at this moment. It was about a year, spring was at its peak. I was standing on my terrace when my roommate poked me on the shoulder. Startled I turned around and saw a confused grin on his face. I knew something was fishy. Then he said, "Man, look it's such a beautiful day and it's a holiday too, why are we stuck in a small room when we are supposed to explore the world." "What do you mean  'explo...