New Beginnings

New beginnings
“Have I seen you before?” I say
With a half apologetic, half bewildered smile
Spread wide across my face
“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m not really good with names”
I retaliate, as my brain
Filters back to the thousand letters and syllables, thousand faces
That’s it’s tried miserably to retain in the past few days
My eyes, accustomed to seeing known views and familiar faces,
My ears known to heard voices and listening to similiar cases,
Break down, build back up again
For I am the earthen clay,
And life is the hands
Molding me, shaping me, making me who I am

New beginnings
I see people with fire in their eyes
Fury in their veins
And it’s all disguised
By a gentle, carefully curated smile
Floating above sea tides
Ive seen people like the tips of the iceberg
I can’t help but wonder about the depths they hide
They say when God closes a door, she opens a window
For that’s all I see, windows and windows letting light in to what was dark before,
And the doors of ideas which existed before break open
Comfort zones become borders which need to be crossed
And my social anxiety sits like a demon to the right of my shoulder
But what’s different is that I have the courage to say “Not today, Satan”

New beginnings
When someone asks me “Have your ever travelled outside your country before?”
I’m compelled to say no because I have no tickets to flights to act as evidence

But what about the time my Canadian friend painted the picture of her small town to me over tea?
What about the time me and my Swedish friend talked politics while we were waiting for the laundry?
What about the time me and my Colombian roommate stayed up late talking about culture, religion and love?
What about the time I talked about backgrounds with people who don’t live in the same side of my country as I do?

While I haven’t physically been present to any of these locations
The words spoken from the voices of those who have
Echo in my mind, resonate in my soul
Through the words of their personal anecdotes
It’s almost as if I’ve imagined and understood
How the wind blows in their town
How the grass feels
How the sun shines
And it seems to as if I’ve lived there too

New beginnings
They teach you things about yourself you never knew
They make you reach out to the darkest pits in your mind you’ve always been avoiding
They empty you only to fill you up again

They make you look in the mirror and see a new person
They make you realise being reborn isn’t nessecarily a bad thing

If you open yourself up to New beginnings
They start making you feel belonged
Start feeling familiar
Start feeling comfortable
And start feeling
Like home.

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An Old Picture

Have you looked at an old picture
and lost yourself,
in nostalgia and curiosity?
As your fingers run along the smooth photograph, which you just pulled out from a rusty drawer.
Have you ever felt estranged?
Have you ever not recognised the person in front of you?
though they possess your skin and bones,
they’re not you.
have you ever looked at an old picture,
and in the dusty frame,
Observed the mind and body you’ve outgrown?
Are you ashamed?
Are you proud of how far you’ve come?
Does the picture symbolise progress?
or does it stand for something,
much more significant-
maybe, it stands for simpler times.
Have you ever looked at a picture
and felt a sting in your brain,
almost as if a voice was saying,
“How times change”
And have you pondered about how life was back then?
But, the idiotic grin on your face says,
That you sympathise with your old self in the picture,
Who you now consider a fool, and mock gently,
Have you ever looked at an old picture,
And then looked in the mirror
And called that split second “Evolution”
Or a marker of increasing wisdom.
Today, click a new picture.
And realise that with some time,
You will feel the same looking at it.
The next time you look at an old picture
Smile,

Not as pride to have outgrown the fool you were,
but to acknowledge the fact that you
change every day
and grow everyday.

Be With You

I shall be with you,

Building slowly, from a spark to a fire,

I shall burn with you,

Like the bud evolves into the flower,

I shall bloom with you.

Like the moonlight illuminates the sky, like the stars glitter and beam,

I shall shine with you, I shall glow with you.

Like the bird flies, to soar greater heights,

I shall rise with you.

Like the desert sands contain the warmth of sunrays,

I shall absorb the good in you,

All this I’d do, until it’s time to go, like the sea pulls back, away from the shore.

But till then, like a pupil with a fertile mind,

I shall learn from you,

I shall be with you.

Revolt

An essence of Revolt hung about in the air.
Filled with voices of anguish, bent down himself the Sky
Alarmed with the upsurge, roared herself the Earth
And they all danced to a rhythm,
A rhythm of hands raised all together,
A rhythm of voices chanting in chorus,
A rhythm of feet stepping down collectively.
A rhythm by the children of the nation
A rhythm for the countrymen, for the infants, for the elders, for the world.
For together they sang the lullaby for Change
Their motherland was quite acquainted to this lullaby,
Having heard it before through the mouths of martyrs,
She was pleased to see her children, fight once again for a different type of a freedom,
An important one nevertheless
And an essence of Revolt hung about in the air.
Not ignited by soldeirs or guns or swords,
But fueled by the Youth,
With their voices, their hearts and their souls,
Being their only weapons.

It’s a World out there

When a school asks you why you are right for them, or why they are right for you, you obviously think from a different perspective. Everyone gets excited for going to a new educational institute, it being a boarding school amplifies it, but this excitement is different, because this isn’t just some ordinary educational institute we’re talking about. This is UWC.

And by saying that, it is evident that this isn’t just a new school, with new experiences and new memories, it is an opportunity for giving back to the world. Life throws good circumstances your way, and it is up to one to decide what they make of them. My purpose, I feel is to solely make optimum use of the chances provided to me to do good for the world, to make a change in some way, not to be remembered for it, but to give back to the Earth that raised me.

Whenever I pause to think about experiencing UWC- I am remembered of the reason why I chose it in the first place. Because UWC is where the world is. I wish to meet more people, from more different and diverse backgrounds because that will acquaint me with Earth and subsequently help me do good for it. I wanted to climb out. On the application’s day itself I could feel the UWC effect.

It’s not just about growing up and having fun and cherishing these moments, these are an extremely important part of life, but the reason I chose UWC was because I wanted to be where the world is, and give back to it. I choose to take in all I see and grow as a person, soar higher, and experience the World out there!

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

-Oscar Wilde

The Phenomenon Of Becoming A Writer!

Behind every writer there lies-

  • An Incident which made them revert to the pen to illustrate their emotions in a way talking never could. The root cause: from where it all began.
  • The most heavenly moment reeking of serenity in the utter peaceful silence that followed in your mind after writing your heart out on the paper. It felt like your mind was an empty canvas once again; for all the color had been wiped out in blue.
  • Countless tissues from several restaurants with ink scarred all over them – passed off as meaningless thoughts of no significant value, but little did you know back then they’d amount to something big.
  • Dozens of diaries painted with blue words of poetry; hidden and locked away in bedrooms where they’d be away from human sight, almost as if the light could make the words disappear.
  • That One Person – your first reader. The one who deemed your writings to be perfect and so ‘precious’: something you still don’t believe.The One who gave you the idea to broadcast it to the world
  • The Tussle: The internal war inside your mind- Were you brave enough to disclose to the world a piece of your heart? Or did you want to live with the regret of keeping mum about it for the rest of your time?
  • The first time you put your writing out to the world- and the feelings that followed. The nervousness, the anxiety, the fear of judgement and hysteria coupled with second thoughts,and self loathing. Revealing your writings to the world is stressful.
  • The first time someone complimented your writing. Again, you didn’t believe them. Why? Because you’ve never seen your words from their perspective.
  • How you felt when you could conquer your emotions through the effective use of mankind’s invention of pen and paper. How in the form of letters and words emotions left your mind and lived on to the paper. Still feels like Nirvana! That does explain the nostalgia when you re-read your old diaries. It’s like seeing old pictures, reliving your old memories.
  • The feeling you still get before showing your writing to a stranger or even worse: a friend! Apprehension still creeps right in. Each time you look at your writeups in print, you can do nothing but cringe, because no matter how much anyone praises the way you write you will never, ever believe them.
  • While reciting your poetry:  that split second when your mouth is open but your voice refuses to be spoken because you’re feeling the same nervousness you felt the first time you showed the purest piece of your soul to the Earth. The only difference? You know you’ve overcome this feeling a billion times. And you build the strength to recite your own words from your own lips- overcoming your own self doubt yet another time. Much like I am doing right now
  • The PROUDEST moment for any writer: Reading your old writeups and seeing how far you’ve come. Nothing could compared to the happiness of examining how your writing style has evolved. And there there’s always  the suspicion that you wrote better earlier.

There’s a writer behind many stories, but there’s always a story behind every writer.

To Feel or Not To Feel? (And the Science behind it)

“The limbic system is the portion of the brain that deals with three key functions: emotions, memories and arousal (or stimulation). The thalamus is located within the brainstem and is part of the pathway of information into the cerebrum, which is the section of the brain that is responsible for thinking and movement.”


 

What makes man different from an animal? What made us conquer the world and establish an empire? The ability to communicate and think. Our brains are much more advanced than other animals. We discovered power. Consequently- we established kingdoms. It was astonishing to see how our species had solely with its thinking skills taken over the Earth.

But the bad side: We discovered power, we lost control of it as well. The worst side of mankind is seen in an orchestra of chaos and anarchy-War. Although owing to our amazing thinking skills we knew the consequences of wars-but that did’t change our minds. we went on to battle- and for what? Petty emotions. Every war is born out of the same emotions- Anger, Jealousy,Hatred, and the Greed and hunger for power. Why didn’t our super intelligent thought process talk us out of that? Weren’t we the species which were the torch bearers of Brain Power?

Our heart doesn’t control our emotions. (For a broader perspective read- Love the Mind, not the Heart! )

So what does? The Limbic System which was described in the beginning is the mastermind, the birthplace of all emotions. The Limbic System is to blame For every war that took place on planet Earth, For every emperor who was too busy finding love rather than running his empire, For every dictator who thought he could establish world power and For every man who decided to pull the trigger.

We possess the most highly evolved brains on the Earth- carefully kept in an equally advanced body system all gone to waste because of one peanut sized architect of emotions- the Limbic System. Placed in the Hypothalamus- it controls everything. From the smile on your face to the molecules that trigger the tear duct- every emotion you’ve ever felt in your lifetime. It’s illogical- despite having a commendable thought process- we fall prey to emotions. But it is the truth.

Many people say that emotions are equally important for human life and essential for its existence but to be practical- it is the dream to be emotionless. Everyone wishes to be more robotic and less humane simply because its more efficient. One could achieve so much more in a lifetime. Moreover, the Limbic System is a symbol of attachment. It is basically ensuring that you cling on to people and memories that you know aren’t forever.

Couldn’t there something which could remove the Limbic System as a whole ?Unfortunately that seems like something only Rick Sanchez can invent! As a writer, emotions are what I feed on and without them I’d have nothing to write about. Is the dream to control your feelings fulfilled when you channel them in a creative direction so nothing remains with you?

It all adds up to a simple perspective. Feel your life, because your mind is going to force you into doing it anyway. Stop chasing the mirage of becoming emotionless because it is anatomically impossible. For me, the knowledge of your emotions alone being your biggest arch enemy doesn’t make them any stronger. Maybe this is really as essential feature of being a human being. Don’t worry about your feelings getting to your head, they’re born there anyway! Enjoy them as they come and go, they are your very own and an important part of your existence.27294486_1250003171766977_826685734_n

Emotions make us humans, denying them makes us beasts. -Victoria Klein.