Author Archives: thoughtstains

: An older brother is a father, mother, friend, teacher, annoying personality, wrestler, adviser
for life, motivational speaker, your remote control and a stand-up comedian all in one.

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It was once a necessity for me to braid moments in time into unending metaphors and during this time, it was almost effortless for me to write – to spin the most random of observations or feelings into chaotically arranged stanzas of poetry. But it was just as important for me to discover this new world where sunsets are just sunsets, where pizzas are a fun treat that has to burn away during the next workout and every day is another chance to do better, to find myself and to grow. To learn and unlearn, maybe that’s the circle of life.

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by:Viraaj Gratitude or Thankfulness, according to the dictionary, Gratitude is ‘the feeling of appreciation’, it is derived from the Latin word ‘Gratus’ while thankful has its roots in the Latin word ‘Grat’.  That might be what these words are defined as, but I believe that gratitude is an immensely powerful force that helps us build stronger relations resulting in a greater connection with oneself and society at large. I grew up seeing my mother thanking almost everyone who assisted us – the cab driver, the maid, the delivery boy, the vendors… everybody and yes, with a smile; and would insist I do the same. For long I could never understand why we have to thank someone whom we are paying to do the job, but I am a changed person now. It all changed the day my grandfather gifted me a diary. I was elated as I love to write,…

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Who was he? What did he do? Was he a criminal? Did I befriend a criminal? I wonder what his story is, but I do not want to meet him again.

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When mountains turned into skyscrapers, the queen of hunt altered her ways with them. She stacked behind her favorite bow and arrow in the forest and brought switchblades and hunting knives to cities. She threw away the deerskin and armor for black leather jackets, thick jeans, and combat boots.And just like she had adapted to the cities, so did the monsters.

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I tried sleeping for hours and hours by making my room as cold as possible, tightly wrapping myself into my thick rug. But I just could not fall asleep because my brain keeps harking back to the echoes of that phone call that I just heard. My mind was just playing that scene over and over and over again in my head as if it were like a nightmare but I still did not know how to react to it.

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We all have days when we can’t take the pressure of it all anymore. It feels like the world is crumbling around us and all we can do is to stand and watch. This was an appeal written on one such day

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There is something singularly beautiful in the way books offer an escape from the horrors of reality, only to throw one into a world where one is compelled to contemplate the various philosophies that govern it.

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By: Johann Cancer awareness day is recognised every year on November 7 in honor of Marie Curie, who was born on the day. Her story will long be remembered, not only because of the countless breakthroughs on the scientific front but also for the role she played in breaking the stereotype of what a woman can do. Her contribution goes much further than what can be put in words, but in an attempt to pay my tributes, I will try my hardest. To start her story, we must travel to Warsaw Poland, a time where the nation was in the throes of nationalism and affectation. It was a time of radical change and transitions. Poland was not an independent country and was partitioned by Austria, Russia, and Prussia. To a young Marie Curie, whose family came from the poorest sections of society, the nation seemed to be a prisoner in…

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by: Arun You had a really good dream but can’t recall the events in it and then you wake up. You woke up on your own because you had reached the saturation point of lying-in bed – sweetness turned into bitter. You walk out to see your cousin (let’s call him Spipam) all dressed in draped in the bell– never-ending –bottom pants tucked in his chest waiting for the school bus, a few steps towards Spipam, and the bus driver honks, the bus is here, Spipam rushes with his bag into the bus. The bus starts to move and “he forgot his lunch bag”, your aunt gasps the next moment. You grab the bag and yell at the bus, the bus slows down but doesn’t stop, rather the conductor anna puts his hand out like Shahrukh khan – you already rushing like Meenamma with the lunch bag in one hand…

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