Pune, Maharashtra, India
"I don't know" is the beginning and the pinnacle of wisdom.©unhinderedwriter
"An impersonal divine expression is what true creativity is."©unhinderedwriter
"There is no other."©unhinderedwriter
"Life has no finish line; it is eternal in nature and is about beginnings."©unhinderedwriter
"There is no protagonist and antagonist in the natural world."©unhinderedwriter
Word Prompt: Write a 3 word short write-up on Blame
"An ignorant blames."©unhinderedwriter
"Silence isn't a defeat, but a pure space for a true possibility."©unhinderedwriter
Word Prompt: Write a 3 word short tale on Transparent
"Within" is transparent.©unhinderedwriter
FOTF brought us this fellow lens,A lens that gave the sight to take note of the hard reality: The Ed crisis, the achievement gap, inequity, inaccessibility and those void decaying classrooms that are ironically known for learning.Encounter with this broken system, Apoplexy was what ruled us then.However, towards the potential possiblities we were channelled -Learned how the right mindset and the right approach can make a difference,How holistic education, creating the right classroom culture, differentiation, an alternate education and an effective execution can led to the journey of transformation.And the foremost we learned:How do we get on the driver's seat of reimagining an excellent education.And As we took over this journey,This track not only left us charged but informed, For the places we'll go...©unhinderedwriter
Snatched Career Choices
On the threshold of decisions we students stand,In a jiffy uninvited advisors arrive: The parents, the teachers, the institute and the public.With the horns of advices on,They run off at the mouth about all the career hints. "A Doctor, an Engineer, a Lawyer, a Banker…""You should pursue This, you should pursue That" All the samples of advice we get. But do we really need them? "No! Not at all" A generation of us would say.We know what we need,Give us our snatched career dicesIt's now for the real aspirants to lead.Each of us is uniqueNot all are born to follow the beaten tracksThose tracks yield no fulfillment for manyInstead a brutal exploitation of time and energy.We the passionate beings,Passion is what we strive and seek.Money making or degree - not an aim,It's all surrendered to the love of just engaging.Be we writers, photographers, artists, musicians, comedians or sportsmen and earn a little,Still a joyous spark won't fade from our visage.What else is life all about, if it's not about bliss?Give us our snatched career dices,It's now for the real aspirants to lead.©unhinderedwriter
Doesn't matter how the day was,just her one msg give the me precious smile I every had in the day.just after mother she is the only jiska intezaar rehta hai.©i_am_sujit
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The words of kindness are more healing to a drooping heart than balm or honey. - Sarah Fielding
The aim of education is the knowledge, not of facts, but of values. - William Inge
You stand all day naked and undressed,You allow anyone to absorb your fragrance,You dance to the tunes of wind and breeze,You flaunt your genitals with gay abandon,You make love with any passing 'visitor'.- Flowers in a forest.
I am a cage, in search of a bird
I am a body, in search of a soul;I am a nest, in search of its mother;I am a sky, in search of its stars;I am an island, in search of its explorer;I am a baton, in search of its conductor;✓ I am a heart, in search of its beat.
Pyar dard nahi deta,Kyu ye cheez ka naam hi hai pyar,Dard rishta de deta hai jo thut gaya©i_am_sujit
(PS. - personal views, have no intentions to hurt anyone's sentiments. It's okay, if you don't agree to it.)
Writers are deceptive
Writers are those bunch of people who use their arms of words to fight their battle with themselves only. They constantly have to fight against their emotions, their thoughts and their imaginary world they reside in. They have a different perspective to everything, they see or feel. They've indeed faced a lot of things in life, like any other being, but they use their words to comfort themselves over the horrible reality. This way they give hope to general population, while their own hope lies on the ground, shattered. Imagine, if it were not for writers, who would told you to find peace, even in your failures; who would have glorified the incomplete love stories; and who would have mended the broken heart pieces into a thing of beauty? Writers bleed pain, while painting them in rainbows. And a reader gets fantasised over reading those words. For a reader, who has not felt any of those emotions, a writer has written about, a sense of curiosity lingers. Just a like a kid, who doesn't understand why he's asked to stay away from gas flame, till he burns his own fingers. Moreover, a writer frees himself, of all the toxic emotions he had been carrying after penning it down. Poison is depicted as heaven's drink in the hands of a writer. A true writer has a part of him etched over the words of a fictional plot. Because nothing is fiction to him, he himself lives in a parallel universe. When I say, writers are deceptive, I don't mean to dishonor them. Whatever they've written, was indeed true. But it was true till the time they were penning it down. Coz after that, they have given up that part of themselves, for ever, in those words. So what you read is indeed them, but the abandoned them. You get connected to a writer because of their metaphorical pieces of poems and stories. You felt as if you know them. You feel an urge to help them, to take them out of their pain. You fall for them, passionately. Because, who doesn't want to be immortal? The idea of them being in love with you fascinates you. You dream of being an object, they would love to write about. And I'm not saying to not do so, but don't do it for some selfish glory. Because a writer is not an easy person to be with. They're deceptive. They are the masters of words. They know how to shatter your heart with a single phrase, and then to bloom it again with another. They will write sonnets, and you'll assume that it's for you. It may not be, always. They may write love poetries, while they still are cleaning their messy stories. They may write about planets and universe, and would be glorifying moon for its scars, yet they fail to love themselves for what they are. Their words are deceptive. They create illusionary delusions with their words for a reader. That's how they spill their fantasies out. But fantasies are not reality. And at the same time, all they write is not fantasy either. Know, that a writer is not a single person. The one who writes, the one who feels and the one who acts, are all the three different persons, hidden within a single being. Acceptance to all the three, is the only way to not get deceived by them, and their words. So whenever you read someone, feel it, because you can't control that. A good writer's work has to be felt. It's involuntary. But before you begin assuming them, for what they write. Stop. And save yourself. Coz Writers are deceptive;in some way or other, for sure.©tortoise
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Khud ka dard chupa kar apne parivar ko khush karne wala wo baap(father) hota haiAapne khushiya chod apne bacho ki soch ne wale maa(mother) and baap (father) hote hai Aur dher saara pyar dene ke liye didi (sister) hote hai Aur puure parivar ki ghun lekar chal ne wala bhada bhai(brother) hota. Jo hamesha apne chote bhai behen ko pyar deta hai aur unke khushi mein apni khushi dhund ta hai wo bhi bada bhai hota hai.©i_am_sujit