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Gravity falls

Author: Shreya Volety

PART ONE

“Gravity is just matter’s response to loneliness.”

                                                                          ~ The Half of It.

My terrace is a lovely place. It has whitewashed walls and a cracked floor and the white lights up with a warm orange glow when the sun sets. I discovered that only today. Mostly I go up when the night sets in, and the crickets just won’t shut up. I see three, maybe four stars. But I imagine the whole galaxy hidden behind layers of pollution. One such night, I was listening to Stephen Fry’ audiobook version of Mythos, a historic telling of all the Greek Gods. And I’m positive I’m wrong here, but I noticed that all the terrifying, strong, malevolent gods, are buried deep deep within the earth. I sit down on the cold floor and listen to Fry’s calm voice tell me how Ouranos, the god of the sky, became uranium, a metal forced into the core of our planet. Gravity is matter’s response to loneliness. To sadness. To betrayal. To rage. To endings. 

My terrace is a beautiful place, but it is also my struggle against gravity. I loved the nights, I still do. But now I go up during the sunsets, to level with that big orange blob sink, watch it sink, while I still stand. I am in control. I am in control. The stars and galaxies, spinning their own tales far away from this horrid force inward, they can wait. I have bigger battles to fight for now.

I’ve been listening to a lot of Queen lately, as a cure for what I like to call, the cruelty of youth. The unrelenting, sharp cruelty of teenage. I have no idea what the rest of the world is like, I know almost everything is temporary, but life is whirring through time like a spinning kaleidoscope of colors, and I am colorblind. My reality is built on a foundation of angst, and I’m spewing existential nonsense like I’m Sartre’s great grandchild, but really, I’m just confused. Maybe, a little sad. But mostly just lost. Everything I’ve written so far is that narcissistic angst cracking through baseless nihilism. Everything is real, nothing is real.

Freddie Mercury was a gay Zanzibar-Indian immigrant selling in thrift stories in Kensington market, until he started a band and named it Queen. Freddie ran away from a revolution, suffered the humiliation of poverty, then the suffocation of fame, then the debilitation of AIDS – but while all this happened, he ripped his heart open and gave the world his voice, his piano, his music, his everything. Each time he fell, he got up. Queen – it’s a regal name, that’s why he chose it. 42 years later, a nineteen year old is listening to a song, and there he is, rising above the ground he’s buried in, and reaching for the skies.

Okay, it’s time.

I put in my earphones, go up to my terrace, and I let Freddie Mercury make a supersonic woman out of me. This particular sunset, we fight our gravities together. 

PART TWO

“It’s just like our life, we appear and we disappear. We are so important to some, but we are just… passing through.”

That is the cruelty of youth. The conflicting need for change and constancy. For love and freedom. For tenderness and adrenaline. Ultimately, gravity isn’t a large, omniscient, evil force forcing us into submission. We’ve all configured our own gravities for ourselves, power that pulls us inward, into the recesses of our mind, away from the rest of the world. It is our sanity folding in on itself. Because to the rest of the world, we’re just a close bubble floating away. Just passing through. 

And that’s why we need each other. 

That’s why I let Freddie give me a warm hug every evening, and our gravities cancel out. It’s why I don’t cry alone anymore, I call a friend. Because that way we don’t lose each other to our gravities. We don’t spiral away. We stay, we fight, and we move on. And just like that, with the kindness of art, and the benevolence of friendship, the cruelty of youth dissolves. That is the magic of being young.

We heal.

We appear.

We disappear.

And we pass through.

PART THREE

“Is this just fantasy?

Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see.”

There they are, all the galaxies of the world, spinning away.

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Places

Author: Atulya Subash

Do you have that one spot where you find yourselves going to, when you feel low? 

A place you could go to, and hope to make all your problems disappear. Or a place you go, to spend some quality time with yourself. I’m sure you do and if you do, you know it has inherently become a part of you. It could be somewhere away from your home, a little spot tucked away in some place peaceful. Or it could simply be a warm, cozy corner at home which is meant just for you. It’s a place where you go to get answers or peace or whatever it is, that you’re so intently looking for. And somehow magically, you always find it there. For me, it’s a snug corner on my bed. It’s a place that I share with nobody but myself.

Sometimes these places give you a sense of comfort and warmth that cannot be received from people around you.

However, sometimes for people, that place is not a physical place but a person. A person who they consider as their safe haven. If you’re fortunate enough, this person will always remain as your refuge in times of trouble. But more often than not, we lose some of our human diaries along the way. We wander about, feeling lonely or incomplete until, life comes a full circle and you find someone new to share your thoughts and feelings with, again.

Having wandered from place to place, I’ve now sought permanent residence in one such place that is wholly, completely and forever mine and mine alone. That place is myself. No matter where/who your special ‘place ‘ is, it is important to have yourself as your go-to special place. You are your home and you will always be welcomed there. You can make it the coziest, warmest and happiest place on Earth. In your most emotionally vulnerable times, you’ll always have yourself to lift yourself back up, because you are your biggest cheerleader. Expecting others to make you happy in a way you yourself cannot is a bit too hypocritical. 

Each one has a different special ‘place’ to call their own. Whatever this place is, wherever this place is, I hope you always find your way back to yourself, while finding more such new places along the way.

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The Great Indoors

Author : Vaibhav Vijay

In an era where the most successful person is the one who connects the most, why would someone who avoids the buzz even be slightly desirable? Wouldn’t it be counter-intuitive then, to suggest that the world could use more of the silent and reserved type? 

It should come as no surprise actually, that the world wouldn’t be the same without individuals who work behind the scenes, away from the limelight. We give the introvert tag to those that prefer a little solitude in life. It is an oft misused tag to describe probably the most misunderstood humans on this planet. 

Contrary to the stereotypical portrayal of a socially anxious person huddled in a corner unwilling to talk to anyone, the truth is that introverts understand the importance of working in teams and cooperation with their peers. They display rich personalities, once befriended, are pleasant to talk to and remain loyal to those they trust being around. Although, it is also true that instead of spending time to satisfy social goals or desires, introverts would find it more useful to spend time working on developing their skills or their personality. Being less likely to get sidetracked also helps in staying concentrated and focused on the job at hand. 

Extroverted people may frequently appear artificial or even obnoxious, whether it is their intention or not, due to their natural inclination to assert themselves. This constant need to be among other people depreciates their individual value. There is a perceived shallowness in their personalities when there isn’t a group around to express themselves to. They’re less efficient as a single unit because of their reliance on others and their sense of hollowness when they can’t take part in an activity with other people. On the other hand, an introvert is more than happy to not focus on expanding his/her social circle and is less reliant on others. Not going out of their way to meet people is characteristic of introverts which helps in keeping their minds clear and unburdened by simply not having to worry about the social expectations extroverts have to consider. 

In a way, introverts are most similar to plants. Just as animals depend on plants for survival, but not necessarily the other way round, an introvert does not require others, as an extrovert would, to go about daily business. However, introverts don’t mind helping those people whose lives are tangled along with their own. Being self-sustaining while at the same time assisting others in going about their own lives is an endearing trait nobody can deny. 

Which leads perfectly to one of the best values of an introvert; their sensitivity towards others. An introvert may not be willing to go on and on about life’s happenings but he/she will be more than happy to lend an ear to someone else. They devote less time to adding more to the conversation but spend that time thinking about what they’re carrying away from the conversation, maybe even making less obvious observations which at times, are more meaningful to an interaction than just more words. 

The bottom-line is that an introvert would rather form deep, significant bonds with a select few rather than spread their energy forming a feeble connection with the crowd. If an introvert decides to stick with you, you have a real reason to feel special for he/she believes that you are someone who is worth putting in effort to share their time with. 

Also, it helps a lot that they are masters at containing the spread of extremely infectious pandemics. Lord knows we need everyone to be an introvert in times of the Virus.