It is not with James Joyce’s Ulysses or Charles Darwin’s Origin of Species or Sigmund Freud’s Interpretation of Dreams that we’re ushered into the Modern World. It was with the occurrence of one of the greatest feats which were thought of as impossible: Women’s Suffrage – The right to Vote for All Women.
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India in Contrast – Wanted Teachers
India in Contrast: I am an Indian. A citizen of one of the world’s rapidly developing, and also world’s rapidly impoverishing country. The contrasts found in my country’s cultural, political, historical and moral themes will put any nation to shame. They are so vibrant with Contradictions packed in together, forcefully traveling with eachother all the…
The School Journal #7 – The Repercussions of an Emotional Ripple!
The School Journal #7 – The Repercussions of an Emotional Ripple Hm. I took a lot of time, didn’t I? I needed to. If not, I would reflect something too deep for anyone. I wanted it to dilute a bit. This should be simply ‘repercussions’ you see, not the echoing blast. For, This, all my…
The School Journal #6 – The Dawning Climax!
. . . Cntd #5 The Teacher’s Note! This was supposed to be a really happy episode of this nearing-the-ending journal series, but the moment I kept the sub-title ‘The Dawning Climax,’ my god, haha, the end is nearing, and I suddenly became conscious of it. But let us not talk about that now. The…
The School Journal #5 – The Thundering Laughter in My Ears
. . . Contd #4 What is it that I have found here? My my my. What kind of a person I was ad what is it I am now? What is it I am learning and what is it I am becoming? Where is the strange savagery that would lead my footsteps into a…
The School Journal #4 – The Drenching Rain of Love
. . . Cntd #3 “Saware aai jaiyo saware,Saware aai jaiyo sawareHo jamuna kinare mora gav, mora gavJamuna kinare mora gav, Mora gav, mora gavSaware aai jaiyo sawareSaware aai jaiyo saware Jamuna kinare meri unchi haveli, Jamuna kinare meri unchi haveliBraj ki hu main nar nawali, Braj ki hu main nar nawaliRadha rangili mero naam,…
The Stinking Skin – The King of Seas
There is a lot to say; there was so less. There is so much to think; there was nothing at all. There was a whole world to go; there is no place like home. Home. The more I think, the more vague it becomes. The more I try to remember, the more I forget, and…
The School Journal #3 – An Amalgamation of A Thousand Emotions.
. . . Cntd of #2 The Boring Intro: I don’t think there is an immediate need to write about everything that’s happening here just because I name this a journal. Its been a while I updated anything about The School thing. I’m the past few days, I’ve really been very very obsessed with the…
The School Journal #1 – The Desperate Remedy!
How I Landed Up In The School: Going through the past few days is not as easy as going through the days before those. “Happy life,” is what anyone would name mine and my friends’ and yes, we were happy and content with what we were doing. All of a sudden, many things broke down…
Writings of Indra 