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Generally, whenever a person thinks of the college life, the first thing that comes to ones\u2019 mind is \u201cwhat are the nearest hangout sites?\u201d. In case of colleges situated in the city areas, students are fortunate enough. But when campuses are situated in places like Dundigal in Hyderabad, or Gurugram in Delhi, then it\u2019s like looking for water in a desert. <\/p>
That doesn\u2019t mean such campuses aren\u2019t good. Rather, it enables the students to find ways of enjoying within the campus itself, i.e. with limited resources. So, this is about some of the hangout spots on the IARE campus:<\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509736154553","data":"
\uf0d8\tCafeteria<\/p>
An obvious spot, not just to fill your tummy, but to fill your life with loads of memories. People celebrate their day to day moments, parties, fun, masti and a lot more......... A variety of food to excite your taste buds specially Manchurian & noodles and that too with South Indian touch (I mean who add curry leaves in Chinese food man!!). <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1509736347122","data":"59fcc01de608e"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1509736258690","data":"59fcbfdebbde3"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509736409910","data":"
\uf0d8\tSports room & field <\/p>
This is more of a place to relax. When you are frustrated with the decision of opting \u2018Engineering\u2019 as a career, just engage yourself with either table tennis, carom, chess or volleyball. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1509736533379","data":"59fcc0e49cf66"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1509736405094","data":"59fcc0f9113d2"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509736608090","data":"
\uf0d8\tLibrary <\/p>
It is a place where people enjoy more behind the books than with the books. Those discussions in the name group studies and those small masti moments behind the book racks make it a memorable place. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1509736705296","data":"59fcc185c24da"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509736741754","data":"
\uf0d8\tStairs of Auditorium block <\/p>
This is a place where a no. of so-called \"important meetings\" take place. For some fellows, it\u2019s a place for a group lunch. But it becomes a hot spot during exams where students sit for revision purpose but end out doing everything other than revisions. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1509736850437","data":"59fcc2130c8a6"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509736882441","data":"
\uf0d8\tThe Class Room <\/p>
Personally, my favourite, not because I am studious, but because every day the way of enjoying is unique. Exchanging our homemade food with that of hostelers, leg pulling of Class Representative (CR: the unpaid servant of faculties, this is what we call), learning Telugu from class fellows and making them learn Hindi and Odia(my mother tongue), taking out double meaning in every statement that a faculty makes during a boring lecture and the list continues....... <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1509737014360","data":"59fcc2b002931"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509737187169","data":"
This is how we enjoy on the campus and make ourselves blissful because our happiness doesn\u2019t and shouldn\u2019t depend on something. Rather, it should come from inside irrespective of where we are. <\/p>
Pic Credits: Team Spider-Man & Team Rocket Singh (Avengers)<\/p>"}]
It was Sunday and I made my plans to get the best of that day. Suddenly I felt something pulling me back. And for my bad, they’re the assignments and homework. They just ruined all my hopes of enjoying the day. Then I’ve asked myself is just this how life’s supposed to be?? Are we are chained to a rhythm and forgot to dance to our own song…<\/p>\n
I pondered how lives of many people in yesteryears was. We have seen many great inventors and explorers who didn’t chose the ordinary life, like Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerberg, Michael Jackson and countless people composed of creativity which led them to excellence.<\/p>\n
I wondered how they enjoyed at their times without having mobile phone, television and not even social networking. Today, most of the students' go through the same thing…getting into bus.. listening to some songs on charts, going to college and writing pages of notes or at least pretending! And that’s repeated all over again with them ambuscading for a holiday.<\/p>\n
Many successful people were not stuck with a daily routine but we’re exploring everything and experiencing the taste of surprise in life.<\/p>\n
I feel we’re all looking through a lens with a filter! Like we’re all living in a bubble, so comfortable… not being able to see the trouble. People are being more hardworking like a program that’s supposed to do things the way it’s been instructed to rather than smartworking. That sometimes doesn’t make a difference between a man and a machine.<\/p>\n
So let’s just jump out of our comfort zone and get to the know the world. As it’s said, an unplanned journey, though it might be terrifying for some, is still the best journey. Taking the road not taken yet, will make you a pioneer and let many others follow you.<\/p>\n
Every person with a creative and the so called 'Out of the Box' ideas are not successful. Everyone isn’t a prodigy. Many are just like us so passionate enough but didn’t chose the right way. Be it peer pressure or social restrictions that might have stopped you. Just try to know more about turning your passion to a profession, because, only then the world would value your talent.<\/p>\n
Whatever your dream might be, a writer, artist, fashion designer, poet, sports player, actor, political leaders or a DJ. It all takes your interest in choosing the right one. If you like travelling and meeting new people around. If your fond of adventures, go and become a travel blogger. If your love lies in listening to music and you always have a song in your head! Go people are waiting for a DJ like you. If you have a premium camera and always like to click pictures... capture not just frames but emotions through the lens and put them not just on social networks, but on photography blogs where many others will know about you.<\/p>\n
The world has plenty of options to explore, it only takes careful attention and great imagination to make them yours.<\/p>\n
Just know that no profession is less. Never get influenced by what people tell to let you down. Value suggestions and opinions, but remember that the decision should always be your own. Let your fears and doubts leave you and let the world see the real you. No one is the 'Chosen one!' in reality. Coz we're the one who shape our own future. So it’s you who decides what you'll be, the audience watching the show or the one who plays it.<\/p>\n
So, friends don’t just go with the flow and bring out your passion to life. Break the chains and move the way your heart tells you to. And that would lead you something even strider. Go and chase your dreams…try to be the best and as said by eminent personalities, we ought to remember and value our ideals in every step we take on our journey.<\/p>\n
This is for all students who aspire to achieve something really big. I wish luck to all dream chasers out there and hope they choose the right path and turn out as an inspiration for many others.<\/p>\n","id":"1509888191817","type":"txt"}]
Five elements of nature had come together to create life,<\/p>
The love blossomed between the Earth and the Sky;<\/p>
It is but possible for the Earth to be a home of life,<\/p>
So, they had no choice but to separate;<\/p>
<\/p>
Each time the Sky is enraged,<\/p>
It lets the fireball in the sky scorchingly shine--<\/p>
And singe the forest with a wildfire!!!<\/p>
Each time the Earth reminisces its sacrifice,<\/p>
It lets the wind blow turbulently--<\/p>
And wade the life into mayhem!!!<\/p>
The despondence of the couple is formed as clouds,<\/p>
Immense the grief, intense the rain;<\/p>
For, it is the reunion of Earth and Sky!!!<\/p>
The soft love of the Sky hits the Earth with harsh drops;<\/p>
And the noisy drops reflect the silent love!!!<\/p>
The Earth stores the love in its aquifers,<\/p>
The high spirits clear the Sky;<\/p>
Water, Air and Fireball gift rainbow adding colours to the love!!!!!!! <\/p>"}]
There is a quote that,the more you get the more you expect.But in case of some lives,the more you regret the more you \n\nexpect.What i observed is that,this happens mostly in cases of what you wish to happen more in your life.Shakespeare said that,\"I always \n\nfeel happy,you know why?Because I don't expect anything from anyone!\".This means I am not against expectations and I don't say to have \n\nzero expectations.But the thing is expectations should be kept on that person who is actually deserving.<\/p>
What actually happens is that,the thing which you love to happen in your life will actually happen and it makes you much \n\nhappier than anything you already have.But,it never lasts long in your life.One day or the other,you have to live your life from the \n\nthings which you have.What screws us up most in life is the picture in our head of how it is supposed to be.<\/p>
It's what i wish to say is,don't get habituated with the temporary things you have in your life.Don't get habituated to \n\ntemporary things in your life.Because,the day it goes out of your life you will not be able to be yourself from then and you start losing \n\nyourself from you.So,be ready for anything and everything with what happens in your life and be yourself let the world be jealous of you \n\nbecause there is no one in this world who could stay forever with you except the one inside you.<\/p>"}]
Being an Indian, it\u2019s our responsible to know whether it\u2019s right or wrong....?<\/p>\n
Now a days we daily come across a famous memes called soluchan guy<\/b> named kamlesh<\/b>... as per my research from articles of india<\/b><\/i>nexpress, dialy.bhaskar, NewsDog<\/b><\/i>. They all mean the same but our media and mentality changed the complete meaning of it;<\/p>\n
Well, videos like this are a proof that at times Indian media turns the most critical issues into something funny. And even we overlook the fact that though we are taking things in an amusing manner, it doesn't generally imply that it is entertaining. <\/p>\n
For the kid video, despite the fact that the video accumulated a ton of considerations, just a couple of individuals saw the dark side of the video. And now, a new trend on the internet is 'Kamlesh'. I am sure you all must have seen the video of this 13-year-old drug addict whose replies created numerous memes. <\/p>\n
But only a few people know the truth behind the video, and that is what I have in store for you all today. Before hopping to the disclosures, let's see a portion of the most noticeably bad parts of the video. <\/p>\n
Kamlesh, a 13-year-old boy who ran from his home (Bhopal) is a ragpicker. <\/b><\/p>\n
Kamlesh earns 100-125 Rupees every day, out of which he spends 90 bucks on buying the solution.<\/p>\n
For him, nothing is more important than the solution<\/b>. <\/p>\n
When asked what he desires to be in life, he replied that all he wants is to do rag-picking, drink alcohol, take his solution and play. He gets sick if he doesn't take his solution<\/b>. <\/p>\n
Kamlesh is so much addicted to the solution that if he doesn't take it for days, he gets sick and even suffers blood vomits. This is a story of a 13-year-old who says he doesn't want to go back home because then his mother won't allow him to take the solution.<\/p>\n
Did you know this video is actually a part of a documentary? <\/p>\n
Only a few people know that this video clip is from the documentary 'Nashebaaz' the dying people of Delhi. This documentary even has 8.5 IMDB rating<\/p>\n"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1509746889637","data":"59fce948bd388"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509746903537","data":"here, it is a complete video about kamlesh...!! and how he got addicted<\/b>"},{"type":"youtube","id":"vid-url-1509747046856","data":"kF3a0P1uRfk"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509747059322","data":"there was a video by Divyanshu Damani,<\/b> where he got chance to talk to the director of this documentary film and it goes like..!!"},{"type":"youtube","id":"vid-url-1509747282679","data":"OX8ZbmwK1jM"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509747295028","data":"\"Our society has become so insensitive,<\/b>\" says the director of the documentary.\n\"Being a director and being a social worker, it is very disheartening to see such memes. It was also very shocking that our society has become so insensitive that it is making fun of a 13-year-old boy<\/b> who, due to some unfortunate circumstances, has become a prey of drug abuse and is homeless and leads a pitiful life,\" says the Director of the documentary, Dheeraj Sharma. <\/b>\nKamlesh is not a joke!\nA documentary that was actually to spread light on the conditions of poignant, painful, and in-depth life of the roadside drug abusers of Delhi, who are also considered as dangerous, untouchables, and menace to the society actually came on the media as a joke. \nAnd this is how an eye-opening message somewhere got hidden in those memes and jokes we spread. Atlast i would like to say that \"<\/i><\/b>Now, it's in our hands to change the mind set of the young children as they are deviating under wrong way, Let's stand against the drugs and make a better india\".<\/i><\/b><\/span>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>"}] {"cover_pic":"https:\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/59ff00e075269stryimg","category":"Whats hot","is_vip":"0","title":"Primeauth's Surya Subhash Speaks On His Experience: EO GSEA","title_id":"primeauth-s-surya-subhash-speaks-on-his-experience-eo-gsea","isEdit":0,"isAdmin":0,"authorFullName":"Team Stumagz","authorUserName":"stumagzsu","authorProfilePic":"\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/578691ea5d7baprofilepic","authorMagzName":"Team Stumagz","authorCity":"Hyderabad","like_count":7,"cmnt_count":0,"type":1,"isApproved":2,"publishedInName":"Team Stumagz","publishedInLink":"team","publishedInLogo":"\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/stumagzprofilepic","publishedInCode":"team","country":"IND","keywords":"Student Entrepreneurship,EO GSEA,Finalists","isBookingEnabled":0,"privacy_status":"1","url":"https:\/\/www.stumagz.com\/primeauth-s-surya-subhash-speaks-on-his-experience-eo-gsea\/","has_form":0,"is_appln_closed":0,"max_no_of_applns":0,"likeStatus":0} [{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509884010842","data":"Surya Subash, founder of the cybersecurity startup Primeauth, speaks about his experiences as a student entrepreneur and his experience with the Global Student Entrepreneurship Awards. Check it out here! <\/p>"},{"type":"youtube","id":"vid-url-1509884289893","data":"vw2fhalkxGY"}] {"cover_pic":"https:\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/59fdf92f794d6stryimg","category":"Blog","is_vip":"0","title":"The Secluded Soul !","title_id":"the-secluded-soul-","isEdit":0,"isAdmin":0,"authorFullName":"Uzma Ihtesham","authorUserName":"uzmaihtesham","authorProfilePic":"\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/597c326c8ba8dprofilepic","authorMagzName":"Stanley College of Engineering and Technology for Women","authorCity":"Hyderabad","like_count":17,"cmnt_count":0,"type":1,"isApproved":2,"publishedInName":"Stanley College of Engineering and Technology for Women","publishedInLink":"stanley","publishedInLogo":"\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/58da0aa4e3dc2profilepic","publishedInCode":"stanley","country":"IND","keywords":"Abuse,Seclusion","isBookingEnabled":0,"privacy_status":"1","url":"https:\/\/www.stumagz.com\/the-secluded-soul-\/","has_form":0,"is_appln_closed":0,"max_no_of_applns":0,"likeStatus":0} [{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509816393344","data":"And I remember he used to say- do not rush for things which aren't yours.<\/p>But now, it's too late. <\/p>I chased money just like a disciple blindly follows his teacher, foolishly assuming happiness to automatically come with it. <\/p>I had a fair share of happiness, and contentment, that which didn't last for a long time and instead had me drown in pools of regret and shame. Because all of this was my own decision. My own doings. And society, they weren't of much help either. Coz they never allow you to forget your flaws or mistakes you've done any time in your life. As they always keep me reminding to stop complaining and live the life as it is, since this is the life I've chosen for myself.<\/p>And now<\/p>I am alone <\/p>And caged <\/p>Caged in self-accusation <\/p>Caged in self pity<\/p>Caged in regret<\/p>Caged in remorse <\/p>With pangs of conscience hitting me every now and then <\/p>Reminding me of the mistakes I've purposely done <\/p>Laughing at the immaturity I've shown<\/p>I now find myself <\/p>In seclusion,<\/p>Pondering over the wrongs that I've done<\/p>Yes, if only...<\/p>Everything was perfect. Just like they show in movies. I used to eat, travel, party, shop, sleep, and repeat. Contentment was oozing from me giving an aura of confidence & arrogant vibes. Yet, it had to end. Someday it had to. And I was completely prepared. But, it happened as though it was my worst nightmare, my marriage with him dragged me into darkness the way I'd never imagined I would adjust to. He was known as the man women would drool over. And I thought I was lucky since he chose me among them all. But all of this turned out to be a damn suffering when I was told the very first day of our marriage that I meant nothing to him. And he had a very selfish motive to have this marriage happening. He used me. In all ways possible. My identity, my fame, my fortune, my everything became his, in an overnight. He tortured me. I was on a marital rape since the first day of our marriage. None of my Interest, pleads, or refusal mattered. He had me doing things his way. He used to hit me in broad daylight and nobody would question him. He used to abuse me and later challenge to do what I can to escape. I found it hard to swallow his challenges and mockery but I was helpless. I was stuck here. I desperately used to remember my ex-fiance who truly loved me but I left him in pursuance of a much much better life with money.<\/p>And one day, I did it. I escaped. But this escape wasn't of much help. Earlier, it was just my husband who used to mock at me, but now it's the whole society that laughs at me. At my foolishness. At my ungratefulness. Little do they know what price I had to pay to leave that hell? I left my identity, my confidence, my everything with him. I have nothing that may accompany me for the rest of my life. I don't have anybody to rely on now. I lost everything. I lost everybody. All because of me.<\/p>But, this escape has to be the best decision I have ever taken in my life to be fair since this was done purely for me and not for Material attachment. Now, I am living for me. Only surviving to see better days where happiness cheerfully chases me. Though I have nobody, I want to see a Time where I have everybody. Not because of my identity, but because of the beauty of my soul. The change I managed to bring in me is something I want the world to know so that they will not repeat the same mistakes I've done all of my life.<\/p>For he always used to say- A sin isn't a sin until you keep repenting on your actions.If only I hadn't played deaf to his feelings, I would have been a happy soul enjoying the good and bad of our life as anybody would normally do. <\/p>Dear ex, though I hadn't listened to you at the right time, I will make sure I pay heed to all of your advices now to shape my life beautifully.Without you.<\/p>-From the diary of a secluded soul.<\/i><\/p>"}] {"cover_pic":"https:\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/59fe33edd41ffstryimg","category":"Whats hot","is_vip":"0","title":"Remember Remember The Fifth Of November","title_id":"remember-remember-the-fifth-of-november","isEdit":0,"isAdmin":0,"authorFullName":"Naresh Pallishetty","authorUserName":"nareshpallishetty","authorProfilePic":"\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/stumagzprofilepic","authorMagzName":"CBIT","authorCity":"Hyderabad","like_count":9,"cmnt_count":0,"type":1,"isApproved":2,"publishedInName":"CBIT","publishedInLink":"cbit","publishedInLogo":"\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/5824281a09fd5profilepic","publishedInCode":"cbit","country":"IND","keywords":"Revolution,Guy Fawkes","isBookingEnabled":0,"privacy_status":"1","url":"https:\/\/www.stumagz.com\/remember-remember-the-fifth-of-november\/","has_form":0,"is_appln_closed":0,"max_no_of_applns":0,"likeStatus":0} [{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509830662039","data":"Remember, remember! The fifth of November, The Gunpowder treason and plot; I know of no reason Why the Gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot! Guy Fawkes and his companions Did the scheme contrive, To blow the King and Parliament All up alive. Threescore barrels, laid below, To prove old England's overthrow. But, by God's providence, him they catch, With a dark lantern, lighting a match! A stick and a stake For King James's sake! If you won't give me one, I'll take two, The better for me, And the worse for you. A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope, A penn'orth of cheese to choke him, A pint of beer to wash it down, And a jolly good fire to burn him. Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring! Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King! Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray! <\/p>Such went the poem that would immortalise Guy Fawkes, the man who tried to assassinate a king. <\/p>Perhaps most widely known around the world from its use in the movie V for Vendetta, versions of the above poem have been wide spread in England for centuries. They celebrate the foiling of (Catholic) Guy Fawkes's attempt to blow up (Protestant controlled) England's House of Parliament on November 5th, 1605. Known variously as Guy Fawkes Day, Gunpowder Treason Day, and Fireworks Night, the November 5th celebrations in some time periods included the burning of the Pope or Guy Fawkes in effigy.This traditional verse exists in a large number of variations and the above version has been constructed to give a flavor for the major themes that appear in them. Several of the books referenced below cite even earlier sources.Lines 1-6 are as in Moore and Lloyd (1990; pg. 14). They differ from Chambers (1888; pg. 550) only in the third line (\"There is...\" instead of \"I know of...\"). \"I know...\" but not \"I know of...\" occurs in Thiselton-Dyer (1876; pg. 413, Northamptonshire).Lines 7-14 follow the order of the dialect version in Northall (1892, pg. 248, Lowsley). The wording used is from Thistleton-Dyer (1876, pg 413, Northamptonshire) for lines 7-10 and 13-14, and J.C.R (1857) for lines 11-12.Lines 15-20 are taken from Thiselton-Dyer (1876; pg. 414, Oxfordshire). They differ from Chambers (1888; pg 550) only in line 16 (\"Victoria\" instead of \"King James\").Lines 21-24 are taken from McDowall (1908) except that \"roast\" in line 24 has been replaced with the \"burn\" found in Hems (1908) and Thistelton-Dyer (1876, pg. 414, Oxfordshire). Hems differs in line 22 (\"A pound...\" instead of \"A penn'orth\"). Thiselton-Dyer differs in line 21 with \"A penn'orth of bread to feed the Pope\" instead of the hanging, and in line 24 with \"...a good old faggot...\" instead of \"... a jolly good fire...\"Lines 25-27 are taken from Thiselton-Dyer (1876, pg. 413, Northamptonshire), except that \"Hollo\" in lines 25 and 26 has been replaced by the \"Holloa\" in McDowall (1908), the last line of \"Hurrah\" has been replaced by what is found in J.C.R. (1857), and \"king\" has been capitalized. J.C.R. uses \"Holla\" instead of \"Holloa\" and has \"make your voice ring\" in the line 25 instead of the bells. McDowall has \"Queen\" instead of \"King\" in its version of line 26.While not all eight cited versions contain all five groupings of lines, the \"verses\" present in each of the eight appear relative to each other in the order used above.<\/p>"}] {"cover_pic":"https:\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/59fded14760f1stryimg","category":"Blog","is_vip":"0","title":"In India, Teenage Ends In The Twenties","title_id":"in-india-teenage-ends-in-the-twenties","isEdit":0,"isAdmin":0,"authorFullName":"Sujayendra Krishna Nellore","authorUserName":"sujayendrakris","authorProfilePic":"\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/586e19015fd74profilepic","authorMagzName":"Team Stumagz","authorCity":"Hyderabad","like_count":17,"cmnt_count":1,"type":1,"isApproved":2,"publishedInName":"Team Stumagz","publishedInLink":"team","publishedInLogo":"\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/stumagzprofilepic","publishedInCode":"team","country":"IND","keywords":"India,Teenagers,Adults,Life Skills","isBookingEnabled":0,"privacy_status":"1","url":"https:\/\/www.stumagz.com\/in-india-teenage-ends-in-the-twenties\/","has_form":0,"is_appln_closed":0,"max_no_of_applns":0,"likeStatus":0} [{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509813303890","data":"Picture this: A 20s something young person growing up in a privileged home with maids to take care of the household chores realises one fine day that they cannot, in fact, do something as basic as cook their own food, wash their own clothes and tend to litter everywhere in hopes of someone else picking it because, clearly, it isn't their job, right? <\/p>Sounds familiar? That isn't surprising, it is the story of every privileged 20s something in India, freshly having graduated college and learning - for the first time and away from home - that they do not, in fact, know how to live. I, too, was part of this esteemed group young people when I moved to Delhi for the first time, needless to say, reality came crashing down on me faster than I could say 'How Do I Cook Food?'<\/p>I had, for instance, just discovered that clothes do not actually wash on its own, but that you needed to wash them to be able to wear them again and not have people give you murderous glances when you wore the same unwashed clothes over and over again, and this was New Delhi - if someone gives you a murderous look, they usually mean it. <\/p>An important point to remember here is my peers and people in the same social class and status would either move to the US for their Masters or stay here in India, in the same place they grew up in, continuing to be dependant on blue-collar workers and still using labour as an insult. The concept of taking responsibility for one's own actions is often not - and in some cases, never - introduced to these folks, folks like me. <\/p>And thus rises a generation of man-children, that aren't taught to be responsible and learn how to live, traits usually associated with teenage, until the point of no return where they either adapt or perish. In the Game of Adulting, you either learn or you stay a raging, emotionally stunted man-child who still thinks the world revolves around them. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1509817831983","data":"59fe1f5e07a08"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509820859835","data":"An Entire Generation of Man-Children:<\/b> <\/p>It is quite easy to spot a Delhi guy with a chip on his shoulder and a rich dad: look at their general direction long enough and you're bound to hear the ever infamous 'Tu jaanta hai mera baap kaun hai?' <\/p>As you can see, I don't have a high opinion of New Delhi, partly because of the people there - although I'd freely admit that some of the best people in my life so far are currently living in Delhi - and partly because of my own incompetence. For I too was a man-child. <\/p>My friends will tell you that I still am. <\/p>A sizeable portion of 20s something adults from privileged homes today do not know how to cook, we do not know how to wash our own clothes, clean our own homes and even carry our own bags. These tasks are, after all, lesser tasks, given to slaves for hire that some people call blue collar workers. We cannot fathom a reality where you would be required to do these tasks on your own because you are the crown prince\/princess of your home, how could your parents let your hands get sullied by menial tasks such as these! The precious babies must be protected at all costs! <\/p>This is how a man-child is raised. Someone who is not required to take responsibility for their own actions, with basic skills they need to survive on their own being delegated to a blue collar worker who isn't even treated as a human being, but instead your personal voice-activated mop, washing machine and cook. <\/p>And that is just the tip of the iceberg. <\/p>(Not So) Personal Space:<\/b> <\/p>A person who does not have their own space to be as weird or as experimentative as they can grow up to be a boring individual that thinks Netflix and Chill-ed Beer is a good substitute for a hobby. As a 20s something and being painfully aware that a lot of this write-up serves both as a critique of my peers and more importantly, a self-aware piece that will serve as a point of reference for me whenever I feel angsty again, realising the implications of getting a place of my own did not actually hit me until I had already gotten one. <\/p>Here was a place that I could be truly myself, away from the prying eyes of my parents and people who knew who I was, especially that one aunty in the neighbourhood who is probably spying on me right now as I write this. Here was a place that I could fill with my own personality and turn it into something that would be reflective of who I am. <\/p>In the two years I spent in New Delhi, the most decoration I did was a paper printout of The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt's poster stuck on the wall. That's it. <\/p>I had no idea what else to do. I didn't even realise that the overwhelming sensation I was feeling was not because I had moved away from home, but because for the very first time I had a place of my own, a place that I could call my home without having my parents there. <\/p>And so, instead of adapting to it, I gave up and ran from the feeling of being overwhelmed in the only way I knew I could: playing Video Games and watching TV shows and Netflix all day every day. I was presented with an option to learn how to fix my problems, and instead, I chose to crawl back into the ever familiar cocoon of my comfort zone. <\/p>This isn't a unique problem, way too many 20s something young folk like yours truly are wasting away in similar ways, and while those who move out of the city they grew up in to work somewhere else are perpetually on the verge of taking the plunge, voluntarily or involuntarily, into learning how to live, the truly unfortunate are those who never have the opportunity to learn these skills because they stayed in comfort zones their parents have created. <\/p>Indeed, a person who has never lived outside in a place of their own does not know what it is like to take care of one's own self. Those who have never moved out of their homes have never had the chance to be their freakiest, at their weirdest, at their most experimental, simply because they've never had a private space of their own. This further contributes to the stunted emotional growth of the youth today, extending the period of angst that should have ended when they were 18-20 years old. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1509820858064","data":"59fe1f8e661f7"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509817834073","data":"What Dignity of Labour?:<\/b> <\/p>When a person does not realise the value of the work they consider to be menial, it creates people that cannot empathise with those who do these tasks for a living. The concept of the dignity of labour, then, is alien to the privileged who have had everything handed to them from the moment they were born. <\/p>It was downright naive of me to expect kindness, solidarity and compassion towards the working class in a society that is so closely tied with - and depends on - the blue collar worker. The close proximity, a younger and naive me reasoned, would cause the blue collar workers and their paymasters to understand each other better. After all, this is what we were taught, wasn't it? Our schools never spoke about how social status is an indicator of how one is treated, instead, we were told that all Indians were born as equals and that they were our brothers and sisters, a pledge we would earnestly take every morning at the school assembly before promptly chaining ourselves to a society that has never imbibed the meaning of it in the first place. We were told we were created equal, but we were also told not to question elders, enforced by thugs in the guise of teachers. The children that we were saw the very same elders treat their fellow man with utter contempt because of their apparent lack of privilege and never bothered to question why.<\/p>So when these children grow up, they grow up in a society where it is normal to treat the working class with the same contempt you've seen the elders you were told not to question display. The pledge of allegiance to the Republic of India is quickly forgotten when you leave school, but the memory of contempt remains. It becomes a part of our identity. It becomes so ingrained in our identities, in fact, that those who realise the unfairness of it all still struggle to rid themselves of these chains. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1509823903264","data":"59fe1fa90c51c"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509823906368","data":"Light At The End Of The Tunnel:<\/b> <\/p>The acknowledgement of privilege is an important step in recognising the advantages that the privileged have received the years simply due to the circumstances of their birth or the number of zeros in the family bank account. The recognition of privilege also leads the privileged to understand that their position in society allows them a wider reach and further acceptance than those who aren't so privileged. This is, after all, still a society that thinks labour is an insult. <\/p>The youth, however, cannot stand up against the wrongs of the society when our youth are confused about who we are, about our own identities. The lack of ever having emotionally grown from a teenager into an adult creates teenagers that are in their 20s and are still contemptuous of the so-called 'low-class' people around us, engaging in vanity projects and refusing to empathise, simply because they do not know how to. How can anyone with an emotional range smaller than a pinhead empathise with the blue collar worker who is just trying to put food on the table, often at great risk to their own lives? <\/p>There is light at the end of this tunnel, however, people like me stay angsty teenagers well into their 20s, but we do realise what's going wrong when we hit the inevitable upward climb of survival on the mountain called life. The question, then, is what we've learned, and where can we go from here. <\/p>So go ahead, explore yourself, love someone with all your heart, have your heart broken and realise that the pain of missing them is what love truly is - a testament to the fact that yes, you have loved someone, often more than you've loved yourself -, make friends, read books, do something you've never done before, burn food, eat it and pretend it's tasty, realise that inner wear needs more care to wash than your T-shirt and Jeans, meet people, explore the local music scene, make mistakes, learn, cry your eyes out, sleep late and wake up early and rush to work, promise to never sleep late again the very next night. <\/p>Live your life to the fullest possible extent so you can learn from it and realise that somewhere along the way, you have finally grown up. <\/p>And I mean that in the nicest possible way. <\/p>"}] {"cover_pic":"https:\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/599eeffa35c5fstryimg","category":"My Take","is_vip":"0","title":"Trains and Tales","title_id":"trains-and-tales","isEdit":0,"isAdmin":0,"authorFullName":"Samhita Pillarisetti","authorUserName":"samhitapillaris","authorProfilePic":"\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/585c8c9a53a60profilepic","authorMagzName":"St. Francis","authorCity":"Hyderabad","like_count":29,"cmnt_count":1,"type":1,"isApproved":2,"publishedInName":"St. Francis","publishedInLink":"sfc","publishedInLogo":"\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/57284dfd8b1e4profilepic","publishedInCode":"sfc","country":"IND","keywords":"trains,love,stories","isBookingEnabled":0,"privacy_status":"1","url":"https:\/\/www.stumagz.com\/trains-and-tales\/","has_form":0,"is_appln_closed":0,"max_no_of_applns":0,"likeStatus":0} [{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1489061397335","data":"I like Trains. Okay, I love them. \nI like the never ending railway tracks, and the crowded railway stations. I love the trains and the journey that they take us on. \nI like all these, because in tracks I see dotted lines that seem to be leading somewhere but can\u2019t tell us where. Because, in railways stations and the people waiting for the train, I see stories- stories of a 16 year old and also a 60 year old-Stories of strangers I don\u2019t know and characters that I create them to be. \nI absolutely love trains because they are the 4 \u201cwalled\u201d objects with windows that MOVE on tracks and show us scenes we don\u2019t find on the road. The train makes a journey to the destination more memorable and at times unforgettable.\n\nI discovered this love for trains when I started commuting by the local train to and fro to college every day. \nAt times the compartment is packed with people leaving barely any place to stand. Sometimes, it is so empty with many empty seats that it feels uncanny to actually being able to sit and not stand. \nAnd sometimes, there is the perfect number of people in the train. Every seat is occupied and every traveler has a seat. This is when I sit and try to look out the window trying to find something new that I missed yesterday. I listen to music and feel elated when the rhythm of the song is in sync with the movement of the train, and catches up on the beat just as the train increases the pace. \n\nI see a 5 year old sitting in his mother\u2019s lap and eating chips and just having the time of his life. I see four teenagers who just cannot stop talking about a movie they just saw. I see a lady writing Hanuman Chalisa ( prayer\/chant) in a moving train at 7:45 in the morning. I see strangers who became friends on a train and talk about why one of them was late today. I find myself simply watching ,listening and enjoying.\n\nTrains have given me conversations with my friends that I will cherish forever. Trains have made me realize that not everything that you see out of the window is beautiful. Trains have widened my perception of the variety of people in everyday life. Trains have shown me how much more I am yet to discover and how the journey can truly be as enjoyable as the destination. \n\nTrains have made me fall in love with them. \nWhat, not who, have you been in love with lately?\n"}] {"cover_pic":"https:\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/59fc367716720stryimg","category":"Inspiration","is_vip":"0","title":"Your life, your choice","title_id":"your-life-your-choice","isEdit":0,"isAdmin":0,"authorFullName":"Kanika Gupta","authorUserName":"kanikagupta","authorProfilePic":"\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/stumagzprofilepic","authorMagzName":"NMIMS Hyderabad","authorCity":"Hyderabad","like_count":35,"cmnt_count":0,"type":1,"isApproved":2,"publishedInName":"NMIMS Hyderabad","publishedInLink":"nmimshyd","publishedInLogo":"\/\/cdn.stumagz.com\/images\/59b254a2d5abdprofilepic","publishedInCode":"nmimshyd","country":"IND","keywords":"86400 seconds,live every moment,think big,Unleash your potential","isBookingEnabled":0,"privacy_status":"1","url":"https:\/\/www.stumagz.com\/your-life-your-choice\/","has_form":0,"is_appln_closed":0,"max_no_of_applns":0,"likeStatus":0} [{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1504864029319","data":" Life is how you make it. I believe it's your creation. <\/p>If you get \u20b986400 everyday, what will you do of that money? Think!! <\/p>Similarly, life, according to me, is the credit of \u20b986400 per day given by the Almighty to every human. How you utilise and invest it, decides your long-term return. <\/p>Make use of every second and live your life to the fullest. Everyday, think about something new. Think about the things you desire. Live every moment. Unleash your hidden potential. Do what you want to do. Live your life king size. We are blessed souls who got a privilege to think wisely and act. Let's make use of it and fulfill our dreams . THINK BIG AND GROW RICH. <\/p>"}] Published in clg-short-name Waiting for the approval by Admin Terms and conditions Message OK
Surya Subash, founder of the cybersecurity startup Primeauth, speaks about his experiences as a student entrepreneur and his experience with the Global Student Entrepreneurship Awards. Check it out here! <\/p>"},{"type":"youtube","id":"vid-url-1509884289893","data":"vw2fhalkxGY"}]
And I remember he used to say- do not rush for things which aren't yours.<\/p>
But now, it's too late. <\/p>
I chased money just like a disciple blindly follows his teacher, foolishly assuming happiness to automatically come with it. <\/p>
I had a fair share of happiness, and contentment, that which didn't last for a long time and instead had me drown in pools of regret and shame. Because all of this was my own decision. My own doings. And society, they weren't of much help either. Coz they never allow you to forget your flaws or mistakes you've done any time in your life. As they always keep me reminding to stop complaining and live the life as it is, since this is the life I've chosen for myself.<\/p>
And now<\/p>
I am alone <\/p>
And caged <\/p>
Caged in self-accusation <\/p>
Caged in self pity<\/p>
Caged in regret<\/p>
Caged in remorse <\/p>
With pangs of conscience hitting me every now and then <\/p>
Reminding me of the mistakes I've purposely done <\/p>
Laughing at the immaturity I've shown<\/p>
I now find myself <\/p>
In seclusion,<\/p>
Pondering over the wrongs that I've done<\/p>
Yes, if only...<\/p>
Everything was perfect. Just like they show in movies. I used to eat, travel, party, shop, sleep, and repeat. Contentment was oozing from me giving an aura of confidence & arrogant vibes. Yet, it had to end. Someday it had to. And I was completely prepared. But, it happened as though it was my worst nightmare, my marriage with him dragged me into darkness the way I'd never imagined I would adjust to. He was known as the man women would drool over. And I thought I was lucky since he chose me among them all. But all of this turned out to be a damn suffering when I was told the very first day of our marriage that I meant nothing to him. And he had a very selfish motive to have this marriage happening. He used me. In all ways possible. My identity, my fame, my fortune, my everything became his, in an overnight. He tortured me. I was on a marital rape since the first day of our marriage. None of my Interest, pleads, or refusal mattered. He had me doing things his way. He used to hit me in broad daylight and nobody would question him. He used to abuse me and later challenge to do what I can to escape. I found it hard to swallow his challenges and mockery but I was helpless. I was stuck here. I desperately used to remember my ex-fiance who truly loved me but I left him in pursuance of a much much better life with money.<\/p>
And one day, I did it. I escaped. But this escape wasn't of much help. Earlier, it was just my husband who used to mock at me, but now it's the whole society that laughs at me. At my foolishness. At my ungratefulness. Little do they know what price I had to pay to leave that hell? I left my identity, my confidence, my everything with him. I have nothing that may accompany me for the rest of my life. I don't have anybody to rely on now. I lost everything. I lost everybody. All because of me.<\/p>
But, this escape has to be the best decision I have ever taken in my life to be fair since this was done purely for me and not for Material attachment. Now, I am living for me. Only surviving to see better days where happiness cheerfully chases me. Though I have nobody, I want to see a Time where I have everybody. Not because of my identity, but because of the beauty of my soul. The change I managed to bring in me is something I want the world to know so that they will not repeat the same mistakes I've done all of my life.<\/p>
For he always used to say- A sin isn't a sin until you keep repenting on your actions.If only I hadn't played deaf to his feelings, I would have been a happy soul enjoying the good and bad of our life as anybody would normally do. <\/p>
Dear ex, though I hadn't listened to you at the right time, I will make sure I pay heed to all of your advices now to shape my life beautifully.Without you.<\/p>
-From the diary of a secluded soul.<\/i><\/p>"}]
Remember, remember! The fifth of November, The Gunpowder treason and plot; I know of no reason Why the Gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot! Guy Fawkes and his companions Did the scheme contrive, To blow the King and Parliament All up alive. Threescore barrels, laid below, To prove old England's overthrow. But, by God's providence, him they catch, With a dark lantern, lighting a match! A stick and a stake For King James's sake! If you won't give me one, I'll take two, The better for me, And the worse for you. A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope, A penn'orth of cheese to choke him, A pint of beer to wash it down, And a jolly good fire to burn him. Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring! Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King! Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray! <\/p>
Such went the poem that would immortalise Guy Fawkes, the man who tried to assassinate a king. <\/p>
Perhaps most widely known around the world from its use in the movie V for Vendetta, versions of the above poem have been wide spread in England for centuries. They celebrate the foiling of (Catholic) Guy Fawkes's attempt to blow up (Protestant controlled) England's House of Parliament on November 5th, 1605. Known variously as Guy Fawkes Day, Gunpowder Treason Day, and Fireworks Night, the November 5th celebrations in some time periods included the burning of the Pope or Guy Fawkes in effigy.This traditional verse exists in a large number of variations and the above version has been constructed to give a flavor for the major themes that appear in them. Several of the books referenced below cite even earlier sources.Lines 1-6 are as in Moore and Lloyd (1990; pg. 14). They differ from Chambers (1888; pg. 550) only in the third line (\"There is...\" instead of \"I know of...\"). \"I know...\" but not \"I know of...\" occurs in Thiselton-Dyer (1876; pg. 413, Northamptonshire).Lines 7-14 follow the order of the dialect version in Northall (1892, pg. 248, Lowsley). The wording used is from Thistleton-Dyer (1876, pg 413, Northamptonshire) for lines 7-10 and 13-14, and J.C.R (1857) for lines 11-12.Lines 15-20 are taken from Thiselton-Dyer (1876; pg. 414, Oxfordshire). They differ from Chambers (1888; pg 550) only in line 16 (\"Victoria\" instead of \"King James\").Lines 21-24 are taken from McDowall (1908) except that \"roast\" in line 24 has been replaced with the \"burn\" found in Hems (1908) and Thistelton-Dyer (1876, pg. 414, Oxfordshire). Hems differs in line 22 (\"A pound...\" instead of \"A penn'orth\"). Thiselton-Dyer differs in line 21 with \"A penn'orth of bread to feed the Pope\" instead of the hanging, and in line 24 with \"...a good old faggot...\" instead of \"... a jolly good fire...\"Lines 25-27 are taken from Thiselton-Dyer (1876, pg. 413, Northamptonshire), except that \"Hollo\" in lines 25 and 26 has been replaced by the \"Holloa\" in McDowall (1908), the last line of \"Hurrah\" has been replaced by what is found in J.C.R. (1857), and \"king\" has been capitalized. J.C.R. uses \"Holla\" instead of \"Holloa\" and has \"make your voice ring\" in the line 25 instead of the bells. McDowall has \"Queen\" instead of \"King\" in its version of line 26.While not all eight cited versions contain all five groupings of lines, the \"verses\" present in each of the eight appear relative to each other in the order used above.<\/p>"}]
Picture this: A 20s something young person growing up in a privileged home with maids to take care of the household chores realises one fine day that they cannot, in fact, do something as basic as cook their own food, wash their own clothes and tend to litter everywhere in hopes of someone else picking it because, clearly, it isn't their job, right? <\/p>
Sounds familiar? That isn't surprising, it is the story of every privileged 20s something in India, freshly having graduated college and learning - for the first time and away from home - that they do not, in fact, know how to live. I, too, was part of this esteemed group young people when I moved to Delhi for the first time, needless to say, reality came crashing down on me faster than I could say 'How Do I Cook Food?'<\/p>
I had, for instance, just discovered that clothes do not actually wash on its own, but that you needed to wash them to be able to wear them again and not have people give you murderous glances when you wore the same unwashed clothes over and over again, and this was New Delhi - if someone gives you a murderous look, they usually mean it. <\/p>
An important point to remember here is my peers and people in the same social class and status would either move to the US for their Masters or stay here in India, in the same place they grew up in, continuing to be dependant on blue-collar workers and still using labour as an insult. The concept of taking responsibility for one's own actions is often not - and in some cases, never - introduced to these folks, folks like me. <\/p>
And thus rises a generation of man-children, that aren't taught to be responsible and learn how to live, traits usually associated with teenage, until the point of no return where they either adapt or perish. In the Game of Adulting, you either learn or you stay a raging, emotionally stunted man-child who still thinks the world revolves around them. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1509817831983","data":"59fe1f5e07a08"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509820859835","data":"
An Entire Generation of Man-Children:<\/b> <\/p>
It is quite easy to spot a Delhi guy with a chip on his shoulder and a rich dad: look at their general direction long enough and you're bound to hear the ever infamous 'Tu jaanta hai mera baap kaun hai?' <\/p>
As you can see, I don't have a high opinion of New Delhi, partly because of the people there - although I'd freely admit that some of the best people in my life so far are currently living in Delhi - and partly because of my own incompetence. For I too was a man-child. <\/p>
My friends will tell you that I still am. <\/p>
A sizeable portion of 20s something adults from privileged homes today do not know how to cook, we do not know how to wash our own clothes, clean our own homes and even carry our own bags. These tasks are, after all, lesser tasks, given to slaves for hire that some people call blue collar workers. We cannot fathom a reality where you would be required to do these tasks on your own because you are the crown prince\/princess of your home, how could your parents let your hands get sullied by menial tasks such as these! The precious babies must be protected at all costs! <\/p>
This is how a man-child is raised. Someone who is not required to take responsibility for their own actions, with basic skills they need to survive on their own being delegated to a blue collar worker who isn't even treated as a human being, but instead your personal voice-activated mop, washing machine and cook. <\/p>
And that is just the tip of the iceberg. <\/p>
(Not So) Personal Space:<\/b> <\/p>
A person who does not have their own space to be as weird or as experimentative as they can grow up to be a boring individual that thinks Netflix and Chill-ed Beer is a good substitute for a hobby. As a 20s something and being painfully aware that a lot of this write-up serves both as a critique of my peers and more importantly, a self-aware piece that will serve as a point of reference for me whenever I feel angsty again, realising the implications of getting a place of my own did not actually hit me until I had already gotten one. <\/p>
Here was a place that I could be truly myself, away from the prying eyes of my parents and people who knew who I was, especially that one aunty in the neighbourhood who is probably spying on me right now as I write this. Here was a place that I could fill with my own personality and turn it into something that would be reflective of who I am. <\/p>
In the two years I spent in New Delhi, the most decoration I did was a paper printout of The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt's poster stuck on the wall. That's it. <\/p>
I had no idea what else to do. I didn't even realise that the overwhelming sensation I was feeling was not because I had moved away from home, but because for the very first time I had a place of my own, a place that I could call my home without having my parents there. <\/p>
And so, instead of adapting to it, I gave up and ran from the feeling of being overwhelmed in the only way I knew I could: playing Video Games and watching TV shows and Netflix all day every day. I was presented with an option to learn how to fix my problems, and instead, I chose to crawl back into the ever familiar cocoon of my comfort zone. <\/p>
This isn't a unique problem, way too many 20s something young folk like yours truly are wasting away in similar ways, and while those who move out of the city they grew up in to work somewhere else are perpetually on the verge of taking the plunge, voluntarily or involuntarily, into learning how to live, the truly unfortunate are those who never have the opportunity to learn these skills because they stayed in comfort zones their parents have created. <\/p>
Indeed, a person who has never lived outside in a place of their own does not know what it is like to take care of one's own self. Those who have never moved out of their homes have never had the chance to be their freakiest, at their weirdest, at their most experimental, simply because they've never had a private space of their own. This further contributes to the stunted emotional growth of the youth today, extending the period of angst that should have ended when they were 18-20 years old. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1509820858064","data":"59fe1f8e661f7"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509817834073","data":"
What Dignity of Labour?:<\/b> <\/p>
When a person does not realise the value of the work they consider to be menial, it creates people that cannot empathise with those who do these tasks for a living. The concept of the dignity of labour, then, is alien to the privileged who have had everything handed to them from the moment they were born. <\/p>
It was downright naive of me to expect kindness, solidarity and compassion towards the working class in a society that is so closely tied with - and depends on - the blue collar worker. The close proximity, a younger and naive me reasoned, would cause the blue collar workers and their paymasters to understand each other better. After all, this is what we were taught, wasn't it? Our schools never spoke about how social status is an indicator of how one is treated, instead, we were told that all Indians were born as equals and that they were our brothers and sisters, a pledge we would earnestly take every morning at the school assembly before promptly chaining ourselves to a society that has never imbibed the meaning of it in the first place. We were told we were created equal, but we were also told not to question elders, enforced by thugs in the guise of teachers. The children that we were saw the very same elders treat their fellow man with utter contempt because of their apparent lack of privilege and never bothered to question why.<\/p>
So when these children grow up, they grow up in a society where it is normal to treat the working class with the same contempt you've seen the elders you were told not to question display. The pledge of allegiance to the Republic of India is quickly forgotten when you leave school, but the memory of contempt remains. It becomes a part of our identity. It becomes so ingrained in our identities, in fact, that those who realise the unfairness of it all still struggle to rid themselves of these chains. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1509823903264","data":"59fe1fa90c51c"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1509823906368","data":"
Light At The End Of The Tunnel:<\/b> <\/p>
The acknowledgement of privilege is an important step in recognising the advantages that the privileged have received the years simply due to the circumstances of their birth or the number of zeros in the family bank account. The recognition of privilege also leads the privileged to understand that their position in society allows them a wider reach and further acceptance than those who aren't so privileged. This is, after all, still a society that thinks labour is an insult. <\/p>
The youth, however, cannot stand up against the wrongs of the society when our youth are confused about who we are, about our own identities. The lack of ever having emotionally grown from a teenager into an adult creates teenagers that are in their 20s and are still contemptuous of the so-called 'low-class' people around us, engaging in vanity projects and refusing to empathise, simply because they do not know how to. How can anyone with an emotional range smaller than a pinhead empathise with the blue collar worker who is just trying to put food on the table, often at great risk to their own lives? <\/p>
There is light at the end of this tunnel, however, people like me stay angsty teenagers well into their 20s, but we do realise what's going wrong when we hit the inevitable upward climb of survival on the mountain called life. The question, then, is what we've learned, and where can we go from here. <\/p>
So go ahead, explore yourself, love someone with all your heart, have your heart broken and realise that the pain of missing them is what love truly is - a testament to the fact that yes, you have loved someone, often more than you've loved yourself -, make friends, read books, do something you've never done before, burn food, eat it and pretend it's tasty, realise that inner wear needs more care to wash than your T-shirt and Jeans, meet people, explore the local music scene, make mistakes, learn, cry your eyes out, sleep late and wake up early and rush to work, promise to never sleep late again the very next night. <\/p>
Live your life to the fullest possible extent so you can learn from it and realise that somewhere along the way, you have finally grown up. <\/p>
And I mean that in the nicest possible way. <\/p>"}]
Life is how you make it. I believe it's your creation. <\/p>
If you get \u20b986400 everyday, what will you do of that money? Think!! <\/p>
Similarly, life, according to me, is the credit of \u20b986400 per day given by the Almighty to every human. How you utilise and invest it, decides your long-term return. <\/p>
Make use of every second and live your life to the fullest. Everyday, think about something new. Think about the things you desire. Live every moment. Unleash your hidden potential. Do what you want to do. Live your life king size. We are blessed souls who got a privilege to think wisely and act. Let's make use of it and fulfill our dreams . THINK BIG AND GROW RICH. <\/p>"}]
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