Anisha Inscribes

This day marked the end of my UG exams. Honestly speaking, it does actually feel like just another day to me. I must say that, the end of my college days, hadn’t actually hit me yet. I have felt the same with last phase of my school days too. I actually was glad that my duration at that torment hole was getting to over.   But, as everyone might agree, college life hits different. Frankly, I simply hated the initial days. There were numerous reasons and some overthinking. Not gonna talk about that. It dragged me through all the further semesters until this final one.  During the first few days of the final semester felt like, every nitpick, every uncertainty, every discomfort got into a black hole of my brain and churned to its exit into, not a disappearance, but a minimised degree. So is it how life behaves? Maybe yes.  The more closer that we are to the end, the lesser it bothers🙂 Words about how I would miss it? Truly, the reality of everything related with college life ending, didn

  They say that the 20s are the era with max energy and max opportunities. Yes, they actually are. Then why aren’t we getting it the way we have to? What is exactly holding us back from being the person we actually are? Why do we resist being what we want? Millions of questions swirl around our heads. We do put much effort into running away from those questions and not trying to quest for the answers. We don’t always need a head start nor a fairy godmother to address the real issues.    Deep down, we know what has to be done to make everything right. What’s resisting us? Is it the fear of letting go or the fear of ending up alone or damaging our reputation? We always fail to see through the mirages of life that we have built in front of ourselves.    Life is neither a beautiful fantasy nor a bed of thorns. It’s just an empty space that we have to fill in with our endearments. We are on our own. Life could actually be our choice if we choose what to have and what not to have. It’s not a

  “ Child labour perpetuates poverty, unemployment, illiteracy, population growth, and other social problems”. - Nobel Laureate Kailash Satyarthi      We would have encountered little children, being great achievers, worldwide. We always have had fascinations of kids at our home to attain such excellence. We would dump them with training camps and skill development classes, which make the kids suffocating and might deplete their energy and inborn abilities.   What else we would furnish our kids with, to make them appreciable before society? There will be endless answers. But what about the kids serving you as newspaper boys, home helps, magazines and tea sellers running between the railway lines and around bus stations?   People will always voice their opinions to create and spread awareness by words that would make society a better place to live. But when it comes to action, almost everyone fails miserably. People realise it very late that one small reaction would reflect as a

                               PDP                                                       [Pre-Depression Phase]   [Heartfelt thanks and love to everyone who gave lovely comments and helpful suggestions to my last post. Keep doing this...!!!🥰]   Technically, this phase is the period of time preceding the depressive state. Its symptoms include a stint of happiness, a speck of seclusion, a bit of boredom, and extreme mood swings. The most happening, heartening, exciting, and dispiriting events come up during this phase. It abruptly initiates anywhere from a peaceful day or a jubilant eve and terminates with just a second of overthinking. This second is followed by depression.   It is actually a myth that when something horrible hits us, our state of well-being is conquered by depression. #definitely_not . It is because of the super special attribute of human beings, Memory, which drags us into the dreadful depression ditch.  Thanks to millions of neurons, neuroglial cells, and fibres con

                                           BUT WHY?   Strange!  It seems strange, right?  It's damn strange to accept that we are not okay. But why? Are we self-brainwashed? Actually not. We have been held up in a constant belief that  we're gonna be okay. T his surmise convinces us to anticipate a literally inexistent state called "I'm good."   Over the years, we would have changed a lot; exceptionally well in some cases and absolute dumb in some. Does that make any sense? Though, our quests of finding a messy-mind-clearing psychiatrist have never ceased.    In the case of some eccentrically matured people like me, it's even more complicated. The cycle of getting into deep waters for or by an intimate pal, suffering the heavy scars, and having a grip of baggage full of unexplainable and illogical guilt reiterates.   Every time, when we are hurt or feeling low, we console ourselves and compromise on not getting into these recurring circumstances. But at the ve