A walking distance from Bharti Foundation’s Sikanderpur branch of Satya Bharti School in Shamsabad block of Uttar Pradesh stands an open structure; a structure with more open space than covered. With white walls and a dwarf brick-fence periphery, the modest school’s boundary walls are shorter than the height of its…
Who sows the seeds? Nation’s dependable yield!
Who milks the grounds? Sweating into the soil, ploughing and plodding? Hopeful eyes that await the turning of the seasons,
Rabi and Kharif — the sun and moon of their earth’s existence.
Hands and feet that mould the mother; a harsh teacher, a gentle pleaser.
“Mera ek hi dharam hai, Cinema! Jeena yahan aur marna yahan”
- AK (I’ll keep you guessing which one though)
A riot of real-reel reflections!
Started as what seemed like a parody of sorts, AKvsAk takes a fast-paced, action-packed, intentional, and well laid out jibe at Bollywood itself.
I happened to read the latest report by The 10to19: Dasra Adolescents Collaborative. The report titled ‘ Lost in Lockdown: Chronicling the Impact of COVID-19 on India’s Adolescents’ highlights the ways in which the lockdown and pandemic have affected various dimensions of the lives of young people mainly education, livelihoods…
The world, as we knew it, has ceased to exist. When I started drafting this article total worldwide cases were around 42 Lakhs. According to Worldometer, as of today, around 63,00,000 Coronavirus cases are currently in order.
Almost overnight, the education sector has radically changed.
Most schools, colleges and other…
In sweeping firsts, Internet services across Delhi and NCR were suspended in an attempt to prevailing law and order in light of the ongoing protests across the capital.
The resistance against the National Register of Citizens (NRC) and the Citizenship Amendment Act (CAA), which started as a student protest in…
What goes up, must come down. It’s a law of nature. Like all good things that come to an end, it is time to conclude a chapter that transpired over 8 long beautiful years. …
When I was 2 years old,
I saw my father run away from an angry mob
His turban served as interrogatory evidence
For killing the prime minister on spot.
Riot lessons serve our childhood scars.
We learned from the Bible, Gita, and Quran.
Growing up, the masses educated us,
We are in the second year of MeToo and it feels like a never-ending giant wheel ride, which gets speedier with every emerging story, gaining more momentum and turning more dangerous like someone would go flying off the wheel at any moment in the future. And according to popular belief…
I could be a she, I could be a he,
I could be anyone I believe to be.
is not my reality.
I could grow my hair till my knees
or I could shave it all , go bald .
Defying social norms,
happily, proud ,with glee.