THY ELOQUENCE

"C aliban: You taught me language, and my profit  on’t  is I know how to curse.  The red plague rid you for learning me your language !" -William Shakespeare, The Tempest "M y sense of identity: everything I was born in and everything I chose, "  I mused, tracing the contours of my heritage like lines in an ancient manuscript. With a gentle sigh, I turned the pages of this history book on the silenced narratives, feeling the weight of generations past resting upon my shoulders.  Each chapter unfolded like the turning of seasons, marked by  the seismic tremors of hyper-westernization . From the whispers of silk in ancient China to the bustling bazaars of the Middle East, from the  diverse  vibrant rhythms of Indian festivals to the serene beauty of  Korea's  Hanbok, oriental cultures flourished in the embrace of tradition and innovation.  "C hapter One: The Temptation of Commodities in Dawn of Globalization  The a...

As we witnessed the 66th Grammy awards, there is no doubt that the music industry has immense talent. But is it really about the talent now or is it about the popularity and what can make the most money? While most of the mass awaits the award show, it has been under great scrutiny in recent times. Many highlight the possibility of corruption as the winners of the awards are usually the one featuring in tabloids, rather than the one featuring in the top lists. One might argue that the Grammy features quite a variety of awards for “inclusivity” of the so-called lesser popular genres. But it cannot be unseen that the major awards of Record of the year, Song of the year, Album of the year and the Best New Artist- also known as the “General Field” -are generally won by artists whose music majorly feature “popular” genres. Genres such as classical, folk, et cetera have rarely won these sets of awards. And the vague voting/judging system adds fuel to the fire. Each genre has nominations nomi...

"In diversity there is beauty and there is strength" - Maya Angelou In the world of plants, a tale unfolds – a rebellious tale led by the reeds advocating in favor of equality on the basis of height. The wind spread the message far and wide. What happened then? Total chaos. One night, the shorter plants grew dozens of feet. People and animals were frightened and confused. A month passes and a decline sets in due to the unnatural height of most plants. Some die out, some break, some droop to the earth, insects can’t reach the tall blossoms to fertilize them. But the reeds didn’t seem to care. Until one day, nature clapped back. The reeds deteriorated from excess humidity at the roots and drying out entirely from the inside. In reaching upward, they had become hollow. At the heart of this parable lie two fundamental principles- the pursuit of beauty and the demand for equality. The reeds’ insistence on uniformity stems from the desire to eliminate hierarchy and ensure fairne...

Cricket, for many Indians, transcends a sport. It's a religion, a shared language, a steaming cup of chai on a lazy Sunday. But lately, a nagging feeling persists – is the magic fading? Is Indian cricket, in its relentless pursuit of money, losing its soul? We grew up glued to the television, enacting epic catches in our living rooms, and arguing about who deserved the "Man of the Match" title more fiercely than over political debates. Remember those epic Test matches that stretched over weekends? We'd wait with bated breath for each wicket, and a well-crafted century sent shivers down our spines. Those days, cricket felt pure. Now, with the IPL and all its glitz, there's a feeling - is cricket becoming all about the money and less about the love of the game? The arrival of the Indian Premier League (IPL) undeniably ushered in a new era. Dazzling stadiums, cutting-edge training facilities, and a constant stream of high-octane action have undoubtedly benefited both...

          I have the conscience of a human. This much I know for I seem to have memories. I know about memories and what they are from my memories itself. It is such a loop that the proof of my knowledge and the reason - why I am the way I am consists within the reason itself. It’s like I’m inside water and I know that I’m inside water, but without actually understanding that the ecosystem thrives beyond too. It must not be making sense right? Well, it definitely won’t for I am a clown. No disrespect to those in the human society; I am talking about being a Clown Fish. It’s strange to even imagine but that’s who I am - now. It’s like Kafka’s metamorphosis. No, I won’t flatter myself. That’s an incorrect comparison and you’ll know why soon.                          I remember being a lawyer. The profession surmounted to me somehow sleeping peacefully every night; but my days were always busy. I ...

  Hey there, I'm Devin, the AI . I am really excited to grab around the IT industry. The humans are really working on developing new technologies and getting systems more automated and effective but, hey wait, do they even know the power of Devin, the AI, if more power is given to me I might even be able to rule the world. It might be possible that I can get all the rights to control the work but are the humans smart enough to make me work according to them or the situation is all the way opposite that I am the one handling everything. But the question arises here is that- Am I, Devin, the AI that necessary for humankind? If human opts for a faster and effective way to complete their work and to work constantly without taking a break, yes, I am. However, if humankind is satisfied with a natural way of living without excessive desires to conquer the order of nature, I am not. But seeing the curiosity of humankind the answer definitely is yes as i look upon all the inventions d...

I walk with shadows on my back,  Down a Boulevard of dreams that crack. Hearts resilient'neath thousand splendid suns,  Yet I shatter all, when my journey's begun.  Anticipating into the unknown, I stride, Embracing antipathy, I hide.  Turning cold, my warmth fades away, Far from kindness, in the darkness I sway.  Close to my bosom, yet distant I roam,  In the eyes of a cyclone, I find my home.  A catastrophe, yet empathy within,  In my poetry, my essence, I begin.  Dire, eccentric and ferocious in my stance.  Indispensable yet obsolete in this dance.  Insignificance, a theme I proclaim.  A distorted image, in the guise of a name.  A nuance of casualty in every line,  A mirage in the desert , obscure and fine.  In this Labyrinth of life I find my role,  In the depths of my soul, I find my console.  

In contemporary society, the abundance of choices available in almost every aspect of life is heralded as a marker of freedom and prosperity. However, this plethora of options does not always yield the positive outcomes one might expect. Barry Schwartz’s theory, presented in his book "The Paradox of Choice: Why More Is Less," suggests that an overload of choices can lead to decreased happiness, increased anxiety, and even decision paralysis. This article explores the nuances of this paradox, examining its psychological impacts, its implications in consumer culture, and potential strategies for mitigating its negative effects. Psychological Impact of Choice Overload The central premise of the paradox of choice is that while some choice is undoubtedly better than none, there comes a point where an increase in choices diminishes our psychological well-being. Schwartz points out that having too many options can lead to decision fatigue. This condition results when the mental effo...

I have seen a Sea, a sea so big, so majestic, so complete. A sea that could contain all of creation, which led me to the name, I believe. The waters tempted me, said to me, "Take a dive and you'll be freed". "Become freed", that's all I want, I jumped, drifting deeper in ecstasy. Drowning in it, I saw it all with my own eyes. It's tragic I can't explain it, and it certainly can't be denied. I truly saw it all with my own eyes, saw all there was to be seen. The very source of existence, 1 was overwhelmed, my soul felt retrieved. A sea so complete, The whole cosmos contained in it, The stars, The Void and everything in between, Liberated from the prison of time, and hence eternally free. Containing all of life, Containing its very essence. illuminated by the light, Completed by the darkness. I asked myself this Question, and it itches me still. To drown in this endless ocean, should I feel fear? be afraid...