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For this month's issue, we have had the opportunity to interview the infamous athlete: Dez Stewart about his journey on becoming who he is today. Here are some things we would like to share: Dez Stewart was born in Owensboro, KY. He lived in Owensboro and Frankfort, KY until he was 9. From there he lived in Cincinnati until he graduated high school. He usually tells people he was born in Kentucky but raised in Ohio. "I make sure to keep Kentucky a part of my life as it was such a big part of my early life and where I originally got the inspiration to pursue
Dez Stewart: who he is, what he does and what we can learn from him.
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ByDezthe time he got to high school, Dez realized that his play was above par. He even began playing football in Varsity as just a freshman. As a sophomore he was the schools second leading wide receiver on the team and he played that whole season with a cast on his arm after fracturing a thumb in training camp, making him catch balls essentially with one hand all season.
athlete who has signed contracts with five National Football League Teams, and four other professional football teams in other professional leagues. And although he is all those, he says, "I am much more dynamic , versatile , and talented outside of sports than they may be aware of most athletes are." He mentions that he is not just an athlete but an entrepreneur, a businessman, a father, a brother and a son. In 2021 he developed and published a social media app called Fonebook App. In 2022 he released his first line of clothing and sold out within a few weeks and these are just some of his most recent endeavors. He also creates and releases music under the artist TuFou XoMu, who has a song titled Dance On TikTok that continuously gets played around the world and has even been played on the radio "I am much more than just an Heathlete."joined his first football team at 9 years old. He started off as a fast, hard hitting middle linebacker in his first year, "I won defensive mvp for my play that season. I’ll never forget, my first play ever in a real game, I hit the kid so hard I caused a fumble and left a scar on my hand that is still there today, twenty years later," says
Happiness, Joy, Peace, Family, Following through on my Word, generating profit, making others smile and creating joy for others are Dez's top priorities in life. Some of his role models when he was younger were Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson and Usher. Now that he's older, his role models are Kanye West, Donald Trump, Mark Wahlberg and Ryan Reynolds.
From there he went on and finished his last two years of high school as the starting quarterback. Outside of sports, getting to college is something he says feels worthwhile, and of course graduating college as well. "Sports has and will continue to take me far in life, but the knowledge and network I gained while in college will probably take me just as far, or places that sports can’t take me." Dez says that one thing he learned was that following your aspirations and desires typically always works out in your favor. "Even those times when things don’t go EXACTLY how you want, when you’re adamantly following your dreams, things work out just as they should. Faith turned out to be a huge part of this lesson one must continue to have faith in themselves when their surroundings don’t match the scene or environment they expect or want." He also says that, "I learned that the true definition of success doesn’t depend on rewards or recognition true success comes when one is actively pursuing their goal. For example, one may have a goal to finish a book every time the person opens the book and reads some of it, they are already experiencing success. It is not when the book is completed when success comes in; success can be, will be, and is a part of the whole process." Some advice that he gave us that understands that football, and sports in general, are businesses just like any other profit generating endeavor. There are aspects of the game that you can’t control or affect or manipulate as a player. The higher ups, especially in professional sports, always have the last say so; whatever they say goes. “Live for the memories now, because when you’re gone, it’s the memories that live for you.” That’s actually a quote I created myself, after being inspired by words I heard from a Kanye West song."
When asked where he sees himself in ten years, he says "In ten years, I see myself as a president of a company maybe even the president of a nation. I see myself as a high caliber individual that many people look up to. I see myself as an entertainer, a businessman, an influencer, and involved with politics and one capable of implementing political Hisagendas."journey can be an inspiration to many youngsters and aspiring youth all over the world. His story proves that when you work hard for your goals, that anything is possible that way.
Tale of two days.
The exam day, as we know, consumes a lot; preparing for the exam itself is a big task at hand. Moreover, the journey to the exam hall is like a trial before the real deal; heart pounding consistently, sweating profusely, mind a bit nervous; thinking whether the things learnt would be retained or not, body shaking. Well, that’s called an exam dilemma. However, not forgetting your entry card, stationary kit, and a bottle of water; to beat the extreme heat, was another tough thing to check. Once all clear, you enter and find your seat and try and relax. As the time to get the question paper is near, your relaxation converts into stress, it feels like your heart is coming out and screaming. Then, you get the paper and you skim through the questions, so now, this can end up either you know everything or you don’t or it’s an equality of both. The next three hours is a fight against your brain and heart. Heart requesting the brain to remember, while the brain uses its trickery to give the heart mini attacks. Once it’s done, you really feel as if a burden has been removed and you can finally feel the “sigh of relief”.
The invigilation day, begins with a relaxed start. Getting yourself ready, driving through leisurely; while listening to some music, enjoying the weather and just thinking it as your duty. Once you reach, you settle yourself and wait to receive the call for the invigilation. But, the students request to come to their class is a constant; feels like a punishment for being their friend over a teacher, still it feels good at heart. When you enter the class that has been assigned with the bundle of answer sheet and the roll number slip, oh! it seems a lot of responsibility. Admitting student to the seats and then constantly screaming to stay quiet while waiting for the time to distribute the sheets and the papers. Once its time, you might feel, it’s a relaxing time, but no, it isn’t. That’s the three stressful hours, observing
The world moves through with the days, almost the same routine for an individual. Yes, it was the same for me as well; working as a teacher. Until my exams poked in with my life as I had to attempt it for an additional degree. So, I was sailing in 2 boats at a time. Though this unique experience might have been experienced by many, for me, this was the first. Well, I hadn’t given a thought until I was on my journey for an invigilation duty. It did give my brain jitters, but I guess some things happens for the first time to many. Here is my experience of giving an exam one day and invigilating an exam the next day.
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the students, fulfilling the exam requirements, stopping them from cheating, constantly moving around. Oh! It’s really a terrible task. The most tiring thing is when it’s time to collect the sheet, it feels like you are running a marathon and looking for the finish line which isn’t to be seen. Somehow after completing the obstacle, it’s time for the final submission. Though, you can take a sigh of relief but the mental and physical stress drains you of the energy you possess, while wishing for your bed. So, it’s clear, every experience of a role is unique, given the same situation. It depends on the actions, responsibilities, role, and many more things. Hence, we can simply state that, when you are a student, you begin with stress and end up relaxed, while as a teacher you are relaxed and end up a little tired. All in all, it was a different experience of these two days, where in one my hands were crying while in the next my legs were cribbing. Yes! Indeed, it has been good two days of which I could narrate a tale. “Experience life as if you don’t have a tomorrow, to create memories that you will cherish, if there comes a tomorrow
A letter to those who are willing to understand Subhaana Jahangir Dearest reader, In Japanese culture, Kintsugi pottery is the art of fixing (putting it together) broken pottery by adding gold to it. Kintsugi can relate to the Japanese philosophy of mushin (無心, "no mind"), which encompasses the concepts of non attachment, acceptance of change, and fate as aspects of human life.
Broken things and accepting the broken… I think everyone is broken in some way. I am not implying that we people are object that can break but rather that we are gentle souls and that our souls can get hurt and that they are fragile like glass and can gain cracks. Our cracks may look different but the hurt… it feels the same. Sometimes time fixes our cracks, sometimes others support us enough that the cracks begin to heal on their own. Sometimes we have to be courageous and work on improving ourselves. People cope with trauma, fear and guilt by projecting them onto others. If everyone understood this better, they’d learn to take almost nothing personally and be more patient with others. I want to share a quote with you that I absolutely adore. “Things get broken, and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realise that no matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully.” Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life. We’re programmed to feel powerless but built to figure it out. I think one of the most beautiful things about humanity is our empathy and compassion. People often forget the strength they hold and the strength they carry within themselves. I too, am guilty of this as I often forget that I too
I find the concept of Kintsugi so fascinating because the idea of keeping something broken is so odd. To accept something broken is bizarre isn't it? We're South African; when we break pottery we throw it away but some Japanese add gold to it, fix it and keep it. Isn't that fascinating and wonderful?
have the strength and courage to get through anything. Some days I let the dark thoughts take over, most days I overcome every negative thought in my head. I continuously strive towards becoming the best version of myself. It’s okay to feel like you’re not healing all some days. It’s okay to feel like some days all the cracks in you are healing but also to feel like you’re barely making any progress sometimes. It’s also okay to ask for help if you’re struggling. I admit I’m not a very strong person I require support from those around me at times. I attend counselling and there’s so much of stigma around it but I want you to know that it is okay to do things that might not be normal for you if it means that it’ll help you improve and become a better human later on. Do not be too hard on yourself for the methods you chose or the decisions you made to cope with your hurt or to heal your heart and soul. I often feel like I’m a mess but I remind myself that I'm a work in progress and I want to be a kind and better person. I want to feel like I too deserve happiness and not hate or hurt myself in any way. Like the Japanese add gold to broken pottery, I often wish I could pour gold into my cracks and fix myself. I am not implying that people need to be fixed but rather people need to be loved and you deserve the same love and kindness that you give to others. It’s so important to remember that the love that you give is rare and sacred. So be kind to yourself and do not chase after a love that doesn’t even care about you or want to be kept. Be careful with who give your love to and always remember to give some to yourself too. Be gentle and patient with others. Spread kindness and if you know someone who’s struggling then don’t be afraid to offer your hand to them. If you know someone who’s not doing so well I ask you once to be patient with them and show them some empathy and compassion and if it is you who is struggling or not doing so well. I ask you to be patient with yourself and be kind to yourself and show yourself great compassion and patience too.
Yours Subhaanasincerely,Jahangir.
I don't know how things would turn out for me dearest reader but I would hope it all works out. I may not know you or your struggles but I sincerely pray that things do work out for me and for you, especially for you. I wish for you to be happy, successful, at ease and in peace. The compassion in my heart for you over flows currently and wishes for nothing in return from you but for you to be happy, content and to sincerely wish the same for others too.
The world may need more kindness and love but do not ever forget that so do you.
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Many associate weightlifting with young narcissistic males fixated on bulging muscles. Popular media has also perpetuated this stereotype through action movies, especially superhero movies. The gyms weightlifting room is seen as a gladiators pit reserved for large alpha males in tight muscle t shirts. I assure you it’s quite the opposite and I hope this article convinces you otherwise, I believe a place for weightlifting in everyone’s exercise
ll have some fat we’d like to get rid of, weightlifting can burn excess calories and help achieve the calorie deficit required to shed weight. Contrary to popular belief, weightlifting typically burns more calories than cardio, so for all those trying to lose weight the treadmill is not always the answer and luckily the variety of weight training exercises are endless. From the humble push up and pull up , which require little or no equipment, to the more complex exercises which would require you to invest in equipment or join a gym. Personally, I love the barbell squat; I love the variety of muscles it recruits to pull off.
Many associate weight lifting with increasing muscle size; yes, this is somewhat true! But another major advantage of weightlifting is strength and endurance. Increasing muscle strength which makes doing daily tasks easier, It also improves your posture which makes you feel more confident . Besides all the health benefits, including weightlifting in your day helps you to have you do more in your busy day. As we age we start to lose muscle, known as sarcopenia, roughly three to five percent a decade. Weight training ,together with good diet and lifestyle choices will slow the rate of muscle loss. As we all know ,falling can be a huge risk to the elderly. Through simply adding weight training to your exercise protocol ,muscles are strengthened and balance improves which helps prevent fatal falling accidents.
As someone who started weightlifting almost a year ago, the most significant benefit I have noticed is the improved body image, being more satisfied every time you look in the mirror and have more confidence and drive to do things. I wish I had started sooner So I’ve told you the health benefits and I’ve shared my experiences. But don’t take my word for it . I hope this inspires you to start weightlifting, start small and be consistent and it will take you far. Because in weightlifting, there’s a place for everyone
Why everyone should lift weights.
Issy Hoosen: a student of medicine and person with a passion for health, the outdoors, living life to the fullest.
Book reviews and new launches.
*"What is a person, if not the marks the leave behind"*
A. Abowath
*Possible Issues*
*The Characters*
The book follows the story of Addie LaRue, who out of desperation makes a bargain and immortality and is cursed to be forgotten by everyone. We witness her invisible existence until, in a bookstore, someone remembers her.
The book spans 300 years and is filled with different forms of artists who are inspired by Addie, but they are all white. Now, don't get me wrong, you can't force representation and no representation is better than misrepresentation. However, Addie exists in a tumultuous time of history and witnessed several events of significance, horrific or otherwise, which were influenced by people of colour, yet we don't read about it. This doesn't entirely affect the enjoyment of the book, and for many people, it may it be noticed, but it is a missed opportunity of representation and acknowledgement of the people of the past.
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E Scwab review
One of the most prominent factors of the book is the relationship dynamics Addie has with others, whether it be the devil who cursed her or the boy who remembered her. They are all kind, charming or confident which makes for an intriguing cast. However, we are constantly told that Addie is spectacular and enchanting, but we are not told why, nor shown how, which unfortunately leaves room for uncertainty and can be an issue for readers.
*What to expect*: Bewitching Writing Themes of mortality and remembrance Dual POV *What is it about?*
A book about growth and healing; the author takes the reader on a journey that speaks of her mental illness and her battles with bipolar.
The idea that no matter what goes on, one can always find the true hidden treasure of healing and enlightenment. The reader is encouraged to introspect and find the joy in life.
An interesting account of what it feels to have experienced the lows and highs of living with bipolar and the ultimate happiness that the author finds in the end.
I Am Glad You Found This by Zaakira Ebrahim.
The book culminates with poetic prose and art written and painted by the author herself.
Jab we un-met by Muskaan Ayesha.
The book is a representation of the myriad of men and women that have had "desi" ancestors or families and emphasizes on a love story that actually represents Muslims. The story is of an artist with Pakistani roots and a teacher with Indian roots that fall for each other in ways that may seem unlikely in this generation. It focuses on the similarities between both cultures, a portrayal of how despite their different originations they managed to get along so well and how even then, they succumb to what destiny has ordained.
The novel focuses on the affects family issues have on a person, the reality of a good man and the truth about so many tales that have ended abruptly.
Set to launch on the third of October, the book titled "Jab we Un Met" will be available on most online platforms, including Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Scribd and Apple books; and later during the year on Walmart and Takealot too.
Thoughts For You by Zaakira Ebrahim.
A book about thoughts, ideas and what moves humans. Concepts include living and enlightenment. A ‘feel good’ book about how to navigate thoughts and spark change in life. The reader is taken on a journey, step by step on how to become the best version of themselves. Through the beauty of life, and stories told, this book urges the reader on how to think positively. A definite read for anyone who wants to change their mindset and appreciate the nature of their beautiful existence.
The book moves between Regina, her husband, Jason and her lover, Charles. Regina has to make a choice to spend her life with Jason or to end up with Charles. A short novel on the twists and turns in life that can sometimes lead us astray. Can Regina be the wife she is supposed to be and will she follow her heart?
Regina by Zaakira Ebrahim. Who will Regina choose?
Poetry
Its pouring outside Black clouds in white skies They are pouring out loud They don’t always shout But when they do They do it out loud -Srivastwa Saurav.
Be kind ... Be kind to yourself, oh, warrior of your soul! Have you not seen the pleins of reality hit you? as the waves splash onto hard rocks sending you back home to rest another day! Be kind to yourself, oh, sweetheart for reality will shake you as you tremble through the earthquakes of your mind... Don't lose yourself my friend ! Just be kind .. You do know that the sands have travelled under your feet and felt comfort at those steps you have taken... as you have enveloped each memory to savor your smile... Let's just rest... A little while... Be kind to yourself, dear soldier, as clouds pass through your soul. They keep you whole. These clouds that evaporate... all the broken pieces mending something within yourselfthat will be your new reality! So just ... be Faeezakind!Nakhuda.
All I ever wanted Was for you to love me For a longer moment
Cause I can't seem To forget your eyes Or the way you believed All of my lies Cause we were meant to be We once had a dream We could've made real We could've been together Creating memories to remember Memories that would last forever I stay up all night Through the summer and winter
Looking for your light And wondering why Why did you go? Why did we fall? Why don't I know? What's gone wrong? I've been questioning for so long And even longer waiting for you But I know that time I held you
Was our final touch And it fucking hurts That we never shared a kiss Though you had the softest lips Wish I saved them to be my first But they weren't even my last Some say we weren't meant to last They say we had to become a past Cause we were falling way too fast And we were on the verge of happiness Aliens aren't allowed to feel this I'm not allowed to feel it That's why I can't seem to forget you Mazen Messebeh.
Sometimes I am a curious child wandering in order to inhale something like love inside my lungs. For once I wanted to be a poem instead of a poet. You see, expectations can kill. Therefore I started loving the dead flowers because they are deprived of feelings. Nevertheless, I will write.
I am a biological creature.
Afterall, we all are different and yet the same, with a simple motive to live before die. - Faiztasticink.
And my lust to decorate a fresh smile on my lips is natural.
And it may be piercing like a knife But you still hold onto your soul.
You can't afford to lose control. So you sit here in the silence And you pray to your lord Knowing you'll find some peace after the violence
You make sure that you don't fall.
You can't let things go out of hand You can't walk into a hole Even when you grasping to take your breath at hand
You grab onto this life Even though it's like a burning coal
Our mind wars You are shattered from the inside You are torn apart Your smile keeps you looking happy on the outside
To survive this life, you need a strong heart.
Although life lets you down You always stand tall Even though you may be about to drown
And unplug your mind from its cord. The almighty gives you the strength to continue But life is all about trial and error Keeping patience and gratitude as the menu As you are the man in my mirror. Muhammad Khan.
As I unlocked myself I roamed everywhere, I peeked at my people Dwelling cheerfully I peeked at my people sobbing silently And I found myself terrified at times My dreams were thirsty As it strolled a lot My eyes turned hazy Coz it glimpsed my being My mind swivelled hard As it transmitted my emotions And I came to be nuts Coz the world confuses me My love got concerned My rights earned the respect And I ripened well To feel my passions I gazed at the world And opened my gazes Emotions never suicide They exist equally In all my Devika.people.
I slipped into the past again Dug out some pictures of old Faded so with age they are But so many stories they told Oh, look at the old vehicles Don’t they give you chills? A bearded gentleman and his tiny wife A life without luxury and frills If only we could turn back the clocks Sit down with them and talk So many wonderful things they’d say So many memories unlocked One by one I looked at pictures Some were family some were friends They wore a different style of clothes A different way of life and trends Some were taken so long ago Fifty years or more it was Another lifetime, another world Kind of gives you reason to pause And then I put the pictures back Into the box in which they are kept Makes me smile a bit in reverence For a life of happiness and tears unwept I wonder as I put them all away If someone will always care Because it’s important to generations That old pictures to be kept to share! Sahana Kruti.
There she sits in elegance, gracefully running her eyes through the pages of a book, not glorifying her victories and smiling simply at those who thrown her away, knowing they can't hurt her anymore. I wonder what all she has been through, blasts and blunder, burials and murders right inside her head. Sometimes of the ones who brought her down for her sometimessilence,ofthe ones questioning her womanhood, and sometimes of the ones who shattered her dreams. she thought it were all roses when the thorns hit her. but she forgot cactuses don't grow roses, do they? Gahana.
This is what I think everytime, when it becomes impossible to process all the emptiness that grow inside me whole night through, I had this perfect plan for my life, but everything seems to fall apart as the days grew, Some time I laugh too much, and most time I just go through the act, Everyone thinks I am emotional or hormonal, when I decide to react, I was being shushed about things that seemed so natural to me, No body really cares to notice the obvious as I see. I bleed for 7 days, and still manage to smile, Blood doesn't scare me, nor do the physical pain, But days prior bleeding are the ones when darkness invades my every vein, Those are days when I plan my every step and still fail to follow, Those are the days when my every shushed thought makes me feel hollow, And I just keep pushing, and try to make it through every other day, I really don't know how to explain what I feel, or whom to say, I become trapped in my mind, like a rat in a maze, And I keep trying to escape from the terrifying worlds that my brain creates, I am no war hero, but those days I struggle against my own dark image. I hear my own heart beat, I feel inside this burning heat, And Every cell in my body aches, That time I cry out loud alone, Then put a smile on my face, meet people and tag along, I am far from perfect, But I am a warrior who survives a battle every day, And I will keep struggling to reach the end -Jaya Ajiti.
"I have fought my demons and fear, I have conquered the bigger battles too"
A red string of fate they say, connects things together, A powerful invisible thread pulling things closer, Invisible, yet more powerful than all the visible bonds altogether.Misbah.
A red string of faith they say, connects things together, I didn't notice until now, But maybe, that's what makes bonds altogether. Maybe that's why when the sky weeps, the ocean starts acting up, And maybe when the wind starts loitering angrily, the mountains shrivel and Maybeerupt.that's why when the moon goes down, The sun hurries before dawn without a frown So that we don't blame the moon when it's not around. And maybe then do minutes slowly sweep by, So that we get enough sleep before bidding the night goodbye.
Dawn awakes, a pale pink flower right by the side of the charred up earth, every soul lost, finding their ways as buds and blooms some with wings that flit and flutter, right among his beloved ones, trying to bring the same old smiles, that he had strived till his heart beat last. Radhika Suma.
The rains fall on the cremation ground, the parched soils in its blackest glory glistening in the moonlight, savouring the rain, his dreams dwell, right among his ashes, as if lost, licking at the raindrops, unable to taste, the sweetness of the drops, unable to smell the petrichor. All it takes is a rain.
I knew that it is quite normal and very natural, But we were afraid if society can think you as normal.
They had long communication about this, And soon he went home with his boyfriend. I didn't know I was special, But I did manage to witness a special achievement.
I wish that everyone of LGBTQ+ can gather such courage to tell families thier truth, And I believe that one day society will not see our LGBTQ+ friends as different people.Trisha.
You were suffering Though you accepted your sexuality, You didn't know if you can be accepted.
Your past relationships were also failure, Because they were not okay with your sexuality. You love everyone for who they are. But maybe I was different than others, And you trusted me to tell everything too. We managed to understand that you're pansexual. I knew the only way he can overcome his suffering isTo tell his family everything about himself and feel proud of himself. We knew it is the toughest work for him, But this is the only way he can live and love independently. But this struggle didn't go in vein, He was accepted and beloved by his parents and siblings.
Okay, let me kidnap you, from this shitty society to a secluded dark place, In middle of candles, With your own space, Will show you the film of your sins, Of your life race. Your jealousy, yourYoufrustration,hate, Your fucking depression, were the only gifts you gifted, and created a mess. Then will on the sound, sound of your voice, Your words, your vulgar noise, You broke many hearts and killed many dreams of your choice, With your loud screaming and high toned voix. I'll never let your tears to fall, On your realization's call After that I'll surprise you, with a sharp knife, blade and scissor, Also for help will give you crazy razor. In that darkness, With that guiltness, In between weapons, And yeah darling, little bit of your ashamedness, Will leave you alone, Totally lone, To kill yourself, To tear yourself, To scratch yourself, To hit yourself,
Bloody yourself. I want you to make me free, Me; your soul,is in cage of an offender, Inside of a transgressor. Make me free, Open your sins' cage and free me Free me Make me free, Free me. -Samreen.
Looking back then I saw a kid Walking around the street. No, not with joy but with a downward curve on her face! She seemed quite smart, sensitive and loving, but when I got to know her past I was horrified the deja vu hits me hard. The same struggle same pain and how can one be in so vain? Shattered into pieces was all her new game. No hopes left. Her soul remains in pain. I said Let me tell you how the sun feels when people love the moon more does it stops rising or shining bright? No, he still hopes that someday I'll be loved and after few decades people started loving sunset but if he had lost hopes there would have been darkness all over and we all would have suffered. There are conflicts and barriers all over in life, but if we try to fly like an eagle that never surrenders its flight by looking down Then the hero within us will rise. Someday until we try to keep it all wise. -Siddhi.
She is so calm yet there's a volcano erupting within A teacher knows how to control her temper But sometimes she breaks down and yells She loses her temper She becomes a time bomb Waiting to explode But then she switches to someone else She becomes so calm and so kind She tries her best to forget her troubles And separate her private life from work But she fails at some point She forgets that she is in a class Full of students That love and respect her A teacher knows how to control her temper But sometimes she loses herself And she changes so suddenly So swiftly and fiercely. -Aya.
If reincarnation exists Let it know that In the next life I'd love to be born as cloud So majestic, pure like refined snow I'd only know two tribes in my entire Latinexistenceandcommon
The stress of not understanding others when they speak Wouldn't be something I'd be familiar with I would form or deform at my own call Into beautiful or ugly sculptures Disappear and reappear Whenever I pleased And wouldn't be considered as antisocial because that's just how I roll.
The only disaster I'll know Will be the ones of an airplane before it crushes the earth's surface My growth will be determined by how money clouds I collide with And not the pediatricians eating aboutinstructionsmyhealth.TalithaK.
The only rain I'll know will be my tears The only smell I'll know will be the smell of the plane’s engine.
There's nothing like rural, nothing like urban Everything is like a widespread desert
Accidentally, two kids found grandpa's vault With pictures of blue skies, sky scrapers and what was the normal then, people without a nebulizer They asked their old man, "Which movie is this?"
Three generations left to survive
The oldest saw the heart of Earth losing itself
Grandpa said, "Earth before 2030."
They asked, "And where can we watch it?"
Grandpa replied, "Nowhere, but I have the script if you want to hear." And Grandpa went into nostalgia Trying hard not to shed tears He started, We had these skyscrapers back then, Where people worked on computers and internet Computers and Internet? What are they? Computers which became our digital friends Internet which brought the whole world so close, it became a village Where are they now? Well, the village is no more And so are it's guards And what's this? That's a mobile phone Did that even leave the ground? It had to It had to because it felt guilty enough When it understood it was being "used" Who were the hero and the villain Hero were the tears Villain the human brain No weapons could've destroyed us more than how the human brain did. NRSK.
The other two just doesn't know what the past was like, the nemesis of breakups
There's nothing in the air but dust Greed is next, agony came first
Where life was found begging to breathe, life, no more is the least of pleasant Year 2100, cut down to 50 million worldwide Carrying oxygen cylinders on their back, Earth was now our own celestial object
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नारीवाद Ruveer Goley. भारत म हर कोई नारीवाद का समथन करता ह और यह एक तरफा नह दोन तरफा कया जाता ह पर या नारीवाद खद नारीवाद का समथन करती ह? रलव टशन पर अलग कतार होती ह टकट क लए, रल म अलग बोगी होती ह नारी क लए, टकट क रजवशन म अलग ान होता ह नारी क लए। ठ क ह य सब नारी क सर ा क लए होता ह पर सर ा करनी कसस ह? हम ब टय को सखात ह तौर तरीक पर बट को नह , लड़क कछ भी कर हर बात क आज़ाद ह पर घर का काम करना आना भी ज री ह, घर स अकल नकल सकती ह पर पता भाई प त और मा भाभी सास पर प रवार क सहम त ज री ह ऐस बधन उसको अनशासन का नाम दकर दवा लया जाता ह। अनशा सत जीवन हर कसी क लए ज री ह,अ ा ह और लाभदायक भी पर अनशासन म समानता क साथ। ी-प ष दोन कायरत ह फर भी घर क थम और मह वपण ज मदारी हणी क होती ह। वय प त क तरह कायरत होन पर भी प नी ही अपन हर काम को करन क लए प त क सहम त लती ह, प त अगर समथन द भी द तब भी सास ससर माता पता पर प रवार का समथन ज री ह। बट बड़ी हो या छोट फर भी माता पता क परी ज मदारी बट क ही होती ह ब त ब टया ह तो ज मदारी उठाती भी ह पर वह लाख म दो या चार ह गी बाक तो ब टया भी अपन भाई को समझाती ह क तझ ही यह सब सभालना ह। और फर भी हम नारीवाद नारी व क बात करत ह। लड़क अगर हजार कलोमीटर र भी रह रही ह ना तब भी माता पता या प रवार क सहम त उसक हर काम क लए ज़ री ह। नारी को खद भी समानता नह चा हए य क वह खद जान अनजान म नारीवाद का वरोध करती ह। "मरा भारत महान और हर बट क अपनी पहचान" यह स य तो हो गया ह पर हर प रवार क सहम त स।
ज दगी बा धन क ल ए ना को ई डो र ह ना ही क ना रा ह ,ना को ई छो र ह। बस पा नी फरती हर आका ा पर, टट जा ती हर सभा वना ह। इस ल ए रख य क न त खद पर, छो ड़ द सब अपनी क मत पर। अ न त इस ज दगी म, स फ मौ त ही न त ह, कट रही तो ज दगी , थम गई तो मौ त ह। -Pratik Tagde.