My Piece for the day

PC - News18 Over the past 16 days I have tried to read and listen to as many opinions as I could. Both in favour and against the scrapping of #Article370 irrespective of my personal belief and views on the matter. Although, honestly I am not sure if I have any. Its two weeks and having heard both sides I am still divided. But what's weird, is there are only 3 men from Kashmir I personally know who I have had discussions in the past. All three of them are moderate in their beliefs and considerate towards other communities as well unlike how many would like them to be portrayed, but today I don't see either of them supporting what's going on. They are the people who have lived in Kashmir and know ground realities better than many of us will ever know. I might not have the knowledge, experience and expertise to speak on such matters but  reading School time textbooks on Politics offlate just made me feel their voices need to be heard. That's the least we could do

There had been times I thought I was alone but honestly I don't think I have known the feeling of loneliness the way I feel now. Everybody seems to be superbusy or maybe its just me who don't know what to talk about. Inevitably conversations get to what I am planning and doing. But, I have no answers. Initially I was a little convinced but now I am not so sure. I want to make it work but am not sure how? There always had been those once in a while kind of failures that were never too big but this time it feels like maybe I have failed me. I am scared what if I fail as a person in my life. Will I even be able to achieve anything in my life is a question that has begun to haunt me.  At the end of the day, they have tried to do all that they could for me and support me but I am not sure if either of them is too happy with my choice. Though, I have made attempts to justify myself but I know I have let them down and cann't meet their eyes. I haven't been more scared

"Sometimes the only people you wish to be on your side are the ones you cannot get on board in the end." He wasn't just another professor of my college but is a man I look upto, a mentor I could always ask for advice and is probably a person who is almost like a father figure in my life. His guidance and support has always been a huge source of encouragement. He is definitely a person I genuinely listen to, often follow his advise though might not always agree. But in three years in some way or the other, I always had his approval to go ahead (even if it was just a go ahead to try and experiment but just not this time). The fact that he would just not agree was scary and the possibility that maybe I have let him down this time was in a way heartbreaking. For once, I don't have the courage to meet his eyes and face him until I have proven myself worthy of  his faith. Though there has been a moment when I had been unintentionally rude and probably created a mis

I wonder if there is still anything left that can shock the world anymore, as everything that was even beyond one's imagination becomes a reality everyday. Just as we think nothing could be worse, people stoop to another low. It has been five years since the Delhi Gangrape case shocked the country. People in hundreds and thousands came to the roads pleading for Justice for the Nirbhaya. Everyone thought that an example will be set that would send shiver down the spine of any man who would dare to force himself on any girl. But in the last few years, things seem to have worsened even more. An eight month infant, an eight year girl, an eighteen year dreamer or an an eighty year old lady - noone seems to be safe in our country today. Rapes and sexual harassment cases from across the country are being reported every single day. As many Indian women athletes prided the country with their outstanding performances in the Commonwealth Games, Asifa's struggle and death has brought te

23/12/2017             One from sometime in South Korea On Saturday as I woke up I knew it was probably my last morning in South Korea. There was excitement to be back home and meeting everyone but the sadness to leave Korea was still overpowering. Before I could think about it for too long, in a rush to be all done by 9:00, those emotions were forced to take a back seat as we shuffled through the diffent tasks at hand. That morning, among all the texts that popped up there were two in particular that caught my attention. Both came from friends I hadn't talked to for around a month. Subee is a friend from Seoul and I became friends with Sugandhi in Solan. One made me feel sad for leaving Korea while the other made me feel excited about returning back to my country. Around nine, Sujin came and I felt so glad to see here. All of us clicked  selfies with her. Then the taxi arrived and we left for the airport and said bye to our mentor with a hope to see each other aga

There was heavy snowfall in Seoul and Gyeonggi Province region yesterday. It is a pleasure to see everything around covered in a white blanket as you peep out of the window and are greeted with a beautiful view in the morning. Snow flakes were still falling silently as I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Later, I also clicked some pics on my way to the Main Building where I had to meet Laylo and Sitora. We had planned to hang out and have lunch together. I was waiting for both of them when I also saw Sardor and other guys. We were just chatting when Azizbek began playing with snow and started throwing snowballs at us. Sardor, Osaid, and Sonnie also joined him. After a while, Sitora and Laylo also came there and we thought we would invite the guys too. We asked Jakhongir and he was trying to ask the other boys while they were busy and enjoying their snowball fighting. They were throwing snowballs at us too in between but we could easily dodge away without getting involv

Technically, tomorrow I have my last class for Financial Management and that's also the last class for  this semester.  Finally I am gonna be done with the Business classes. I can't say I am sad to say bye to these classes. I am relieved but I am also glad that I took these subjects here which I would have never learnt otherwise. This Monday, we completed the syllabus for the Finance Management and honestly it was one of the best classes. I think the last few chapters were the hardest but that was also when things began to make sense. It was like a play where it is simply confusing throughout the story. But, just you get into the last scene and move towards the end, all of a sudden it is making sense. It becomes clear just as they begin to draw curtains and finally you like it. Its still difficult, don't really like it but just don't hate it anymore either. From Friday, we will be beginning with the final exams. I have three on 15th and just one on 20th, so I