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Sunday 31 December 2023

"Let Me Love" - By Bhumika Raikote of BA Second Year



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Tired of shattered days,
The teeming tears,
The dreadful past,
The heartless living.

Stop! Enough.
Let me love.

Let me set aside overthinking,
Future over to God,
Past in a locked box,
At present, let me love.

I found my love,
Barriers broken, way crystal clear
I found tranquility
In my love.

Let me love.
Let me feel.
Let me breathe.




Sunday 24 December 2023

"An Untold Poem" - By Hafsa Ahmed of B.Sc FNZC First Year


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The promises left unsaid,
The bond left unbroken, 
The soul taken away,
Unsaid and uninformed.

I wish, I could rewrite my stories again,
But I can only look over these few
Beautiful pages of my diary,
And drop my tears with a smile,
With the memories,
That can never be replaced.

Sunday 17 December 2023

"My Light House" - By J.Florence Hope of B.Sc BTCFS Second Year 


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You may see me but I'm not here, 
An empty building deep of hollow filled with echoes,
At dawn I may disappear but at the hours of darkness,
I am luminescence of hope to lost ships to the harbour.

The storms raging where the sea meets the skies, 
Amidst the watery voyage a small boat cries,
Fighting against the gruesome tides ,
Making way where the harbour lies.

I tried following the stars to show me a way,
But the lighthouse came to my rescue and took me away,
Being the only ray of hope in a foggy sea of hopelessness,
Death awaited me but the lighthouse helped my helplessness.

A huge building, yet filled with emptiness
A huge wave of heaviness,
Still being the conqueror to all the astray ships,
At the crack of dawn you may see me, but I'm not here.


Sunday 10 December 2023

"A Strange Melancholy" - By Hafsa Ahmed of B.Sc FNZC First Year 


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It's this strange feeling,

This sarcasm I’m feel’in  

When I needed thee love 

I didn’t thee, get it 

And now after getting lost  

And losing myself, losing 

Everything and everyone, 

I’ve learnt to have peace.


With myself I like to be lost,

In my solitude from twilight, 

Till dawn and from dusk till midnight,

I no longer need anyone’s love and

Affection or talks and jokes to entertain myself, 

Now I’m getting thee love and appreciation,

I never imagined to have and get.


Then I sat at twilight waiting to 

See the moon and dreaming, how 

These strange people were filling 

The emptiness in my heart and soul,

Loved me where I was left unloved.

Now I don’t know what to do thee,

For I’ve forever lost those people.



Sunday 3 December 2023

“Preserve the Roots” - By Swaroop Kanwar of BA Final Year



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In the compulsion of fulfilling needs,
In the greed of money,
In the urge to infrastructural development,
Villages turned into polluted urbans.

The essence of rural faded,
And simplicity converted to intricacy.
Cattle rearing on the carpet of grass,
And rambling of people seems endangered.

I remain nostalgic about those nights,
When starry sky was the screen,
The charpoy our theatre seat,
And the cool breeze, the pleasant music.

Under the pressure of development,
Hope we do not destroy the rural pleasure,
Preserve the aesthetic treasure,
And make a balanced urban-rural advancement.

Sunday 26 November 2023

“What’s an Opportunity to a man who’s never had enough?” - By Devyani Konkati of BSC BTCFS Second Year


 

 








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The mind was always perplexed when it thought of opportunities. Were they awaited for, or, were they created? It was indeed a deep dilemma on how opportunities worked. But the only thing which was sure, was, it came with insufficiency and sacrifices.

To someone who has never had enough, opportunity is like a small ray of hope through a pinhole, but as a double-edged sword, it is also the darkness surrounded by the walls of a war room. Opportunity is a mirage, an illusion created when you are vulnerable although you weren’t in a desert the whole time. It is the time where one needs to choose, whether to give up everything for anything, or, give up anything for everything. Opportunities are never fair, they are partial and biased, to only those who were greedy and selfish for themselves. It came to those who snatched it in a blink of an eye. It waits for none nor does it comes late. Getting an opportunity is as easy as to breathe, but to grab and live it, is as difficult as to breathe during your last moments. That is why man is always whining when he has no opportunities but is reluctant as soon as he is served one, no matter what kind of circumstances he is in.

The man keeps revolving in the cycle of insufficiency which explains that a man who’s never had enough, is a fool who has everything, but fails to realize it. The absence of enough, breeds the man with resilience, but at the same time it makes man dangerously adaptable and unstoppable.

Opportunities makes man addicted to things like hope and faith. But the worst part is, that they only come when they are least expected, when the man is hopeless and least faithful. To seize an opportunity is to take risk and cease fire against the odds of life. It is to stay curious on where life leads you to. Life is not fair to everyone that is why, in this world of fools, only those who go against the odds, win and those who rise up before everyone does, survive.

Opportunities are the world’s ultimate Pandora box waiting to be opened by those who defy the insufficiency. 





Sunday 19 November 2023

"Humanity" - By Florence Jesudasen of B.Sc. BTCFS Second Year 


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Where has all the humanity gone,

When will all of it end,

When will all of it stop,

What will take the human race to love again.


When will the broken hearts be restored,

When will the pain be treated,

When will the trauma be removed,

When will love be enchanted.


It's a boundless river full of hate,

It's a sea filled with hopeless fate,

The last string of hope for humanity is being cut off 

The only string called love is ending.


Inspite of darkness there's still a chance

To create a world so exquisite,

Where hate and prejudice is not sown by our hands, just a leap of faith 

Where has all the humanity gone.

Sunday 12 November 2023

“Dear Me - I Apologise” – By Bhumika Raikote of BA Second Year


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I apologise to keep you at last in my priority list. When you needed rest, when you couldn’t work, when you were emotionally broken, I forced you to act in the drama of life. When you were required to be healed, I kept you alone and didn’t let you share your feelings. I always challenged your emotions and asked you to smile even in the deepest scars of life. I forced you to skip your choices. I am sorry, when you said, “I couldn’t move”, I asked you to run, when you were wounded, I applied salt on your wounds instead of antiseptic. I always hurted you more and more when you were in deep pain. I gave you the guilt which you didn't deserve. I didn’t allow you to interfere when decisions of your life were taken by others. Sorry, I gave you the wrong instructions of living a life.

Sunday 5 November 2023

“Last semester” - By Swaroop Kanwar of BA Final Year


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Here begins our last semester, the last phase of a long journey of three years. This will be the last time we copy the subject syllabus in our notebooks, roam around the college campus during the free hours and plan the college events. Eventually, the last time, we all saying each other, “five missions successfully accomplished, last one to be passed”. We joined, unaware of what we want to do, life tried to get us on the right track, maybe we turned slightly a bit towards it, but still a very long way to go. The upcoming five months seems to be very complicated, many thoughts have to be untangled, pack our bag of memories, that we would always hold dear, carry the warmth of love and wisdom acquired by our teachers, that would guide us in our forthcoming journey, and to answer the most crucial question, “What's next?”
So, lets begin our way towards this precious and vital span of time with the will of making this phase much more productive, memorable and effective.

And truth it is that, time flies very fast.

Sunday 24 September 2023

“Uninvited” - By N.Sahithi Reddy of B.Sc. FNZC Final Year 


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There comes an uninvited guest
When one is lost in ignorant mist, 
Neither face nor body, comes only a form
No noise no call, how to spot such form?

In the middle of crowd, only known by host
When one is lost in worldly lust,
Neither direction nor path, comes only regret
Nor hurtle nor sluggish, comes truth we neglect.

For soil on earth residing my body, it has come 
For air that swings in my framework, it has come 
For fire melting from form to formless, it has come 
And I was ash drown in eternal time of water.

Crossing cosmos, towns, streets whispers tonality 
Least did it expect, I embrace this organic reality
Sipping black tea it sat, took my hospitality
Blissful was I at the end of this cruelty.

Sunday 17 September 2023

“Unveil Imperfections” - By Desai Deepa Samirav of BA First Year


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We don’t love beauty, we love flaws. We don’t actually love competency, we adore vulnerability. We don’t seek symmetry, we crave the eccentric, the damaged, the charmingly odd. What we think we aspire to and where we find real delight, are two distinct things. The delight is our shared humanity, our weakness, desire, passion, fear, obsessions and grief. We find solace not in the beautiful, but in the discovery of the ability to love the imperfect, as we wish to be loved in our own imperfections.

Sunday 10 September 2023

“Service – True Opulence Of Life” - By Swaroop Kanwar of BA Final Year


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Heart attained placidity
Through nature and relations,
But the thing that
Satisfied my soul was service.

It was a one-way,
Where I didn’t expect anything in return,
In the era of selfish,
I enjoyed the bliss of selfless.

Luxuries became trifling,
Mirth pervaded around,
Eyes radiated with hope of humanity,
And yes service was the reason.

Sunday 3 September 2023

Tales Too Well To Be Forgotten - Chandausi Junction” - Book Review by Varshini.N of BSC BTCFS Second Year


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Chandausi Junction is a compilation of 25 short stories in the genre of realistic fiction. This book is authored by a couple, Shankar Sahay & Preeti Sahay, who’ve been together for 29 years so far. Shankar Sahay has over 30 years of expertise in sales and marketing, education and training. He has also worked as a career counsellor, while Preeti on the other hand is a language teacher. She teaches English and Spanish.

The cover page features a rustic steam engine pulling out of the chandausi junction which screams nostalgia. The picturesque illustrations featured, are by Arushi Prakash, a sweet little 12 year old. She is talented and definitely has a keen sense of artistry at a remarkably young age. It struck the couple to venture into writing this book when they found themselves stranded at home during lockdown. They discussed the various stories they’ve been told through the years and also connected some bridges by relating to some real life instances. The authors wanted to pass it down to the next generations, they wanted to make a small difference to make the world a better place.

This particular work of literary fiction is full of nostalgia and reminiscence, it basically paints a picture of how life was before the “world wide web” cloaked the world to its endless reaches with social media, AI, reels, tweets and what not! It features real life based incidents and anecdotes during 1942-82 chronologically. The stories portray love, affection, warmth, hope and empathy in a very enjoyable and relatable fashion. Each story is different in its own way and conveys a message of its own. Shankar Sahay in his words said, “marketing is nothing but story telling”, he believed this book was the only way to market his ideologies to the people. Preeti Sahay who is also a mother, in an interview with Giridhar Rao from HLF, revealed that, “the best way to pass on a message to youngsters is through stories”. She wanted to maintain the innocence and morals of their time without being preachy.

It is titled Chandausi junction because their roots come from Chandausi, a small town in U.P., and the junction here obviously implies the crossing over of many events in their lives. This book encompasses titles such as vivaah, batwaara, vaapsi, sakhi saheli, parvarish, gayatri, etc which would appeal to every desi reader out there. The younger ones learning about how things used to be, and for the older audience, it would be pure nostalgia. The book also features forgotten games and articles like agethi, roshan daan, chimta, taak, etc. Readers felt utter delight rediscovering their childhood just as much as the authors did while bringing the book to life. Life before the advent of internet was deceptively simple and the people of the time were composed and contented too. Luxury and comfort have overtaken the positions of necessities today, but the trick to being happy through all this, is acceptance, and the book depicts it very well.

The book is very relatable in simple and understandable language. It covers a myriad of scenarios from the delicate relationship of a father and a son, to the array of emotions one feels while getting married, to a very sensitive issue such as a woman’s freedom whilst maintaining the hope, patience and joy one must have in life. It's all about the small revolutions and individual acts of fortitude, wisdom and morality that matter.

The Hindi version of this book will be out soon too.

It lives up to the quote “our children must live in peace not in pieces” by Ronald Reagan.

If you haven’t read this yet, this should definitely be on your reading list.

Sunday 27 August 2023

“Dear Nature” - By Bhumika Raikote of BA Second Year


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Dear Nature,
I want to be your friend,
I want to share everything with you,
All the sour, sweet and bitter days.

I know, I can have a human friend—
Who can hear me and understand me,
But they aren't good listeners as you,
Not that empathetic as you,
They can just hear me, not heal me.

The feel of the wind, hug me
The rain drop, wipe me 
The blooming flowers, strengthen me 
The greenery of trees—
Give tranquility to my soul.

You heal me, alone you—
Without any conditions,
Will you be my friend?
Nature — I am your friend.


Sunday 20 August 2023

“My Life” - By Ch.Nitheesha Reddy of BA Final Year


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Live your life not theirs,
Their time is not yours,
My people are good,
But, I am not.
My world is bright,
But, I am not.
My struggles are real,
But not ample.

People think I am happy,
But, I am trying hard to be happy,
Yet I am unable to.
I am despondent, and
Didn't realise, when
Self-loathing entered in my life.

Sunday 6 August 2023

“Change - A Necessary Hell” - By Ch.Thanuja of BA Final Year

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On the bed of stone,
Reminiscing the life of mine,
The decisions I regret now at nine.
I dreamt of computers,
But replaced it with patriotism,
Then realized, I have to love,
Started to love myself.
Didn’t understand, why hatred entered?
My dream to be kind,
Shattered into pieces.

Stepped into world with no dream,
Saw a dream again,
But blur,with obscurity.
I then, changed my dream
To follow my mind.

If I have a chance to travel back,
Will I select my heart?( Maybe no)

Sunday 23 July 2023

“The Magic Of Detachment” - By Devyani Konkati of BSC BTCFS Second Year


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We all are woven into a tapestry of emotions, fears and expectations, while each thread pulling us in different directions. This is the journey of me barbering these threads and enchanting the path of letting go.

Relationships were the most inevitable and tangled problems of my life. It was easy to build one, but it was very difficult to let it go. 

Growing up I never understood Elsa’s “let it go”, but once I realised how easy detachment was, and the peace which I got from it, I was the happiest version of myself. I slowly understood, that detachment is not just cutting people off from my life, but to get over them and fill the void of expectations with reality. 

How did I detach?”, you may ask. As I see it, the toil of detachment doesn’t lie in the reason of it. However, it lies in the hassle of accepting that we must let go of that bond or person for our own good. Now, “What made me teach myself detachment?”, you may ponder. If I’m being perfectly honest to this question, I am clueless of what taught me this tiny powerful skill. Perhaps, it was me endlessly waiting to have their presence on my D-days, to feel included in those pointless discussions, to make silly hangout plans for fun, or just to get a mere call back or reply. All of it had blinded me with expectations from everyone, be it my parents, or my so called friends, or even possibly my secret crush. Amid this chaotic symphony of life, all of it humbled me to being enough for myself, to recognise those who truly reciprocated my efforts, and those who ne’er incipient a void to begin with. 

It was the transformative phase which went from ‘expecting’ to ‘accepting’, during which I was able to accept, that everything and everyone had their own stories, and so did I. The stories which led me here, and the stories which I had to let go, to be here. The journey of detachment was indeed painful, yet it dropped me at a serene oasis of inner peace, where I could embrace vulnerability and admire the beauty of impermanence. It gave me the immunity to leave behind, the shackles of complexities, live life independent from the ties of world, and giving myself the closure and the love I deserve. Neither I brought anything when I came here, nor will I take anything from here while going back. Instead, I will try to cherish what I will go through, with all my heart, and let it go when it’s the right time. 

Sunday 16 July 2023

“Mirror of Failure” - By Swaroop Kanwar of BA Final Year 


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It showed me the way,
The way I was searching for since my sixteens,
It enlarged my capabilities
To acquire, what I desire.

The more times I hunted
For a reflection of me in it,
The more it constructed,
The perfection in me.

All my cannot’s flipped into can’s,
And success was clearly visible,
Cause that was the queer mirror of failure,
Which paved my way towards victory.

Only mirror which shatters,
And gives more clarity,
Without it success is pale,
It lets me narrate a story worth telling.

It never extolled me,
Cause it wanted to challenge me,
My mind baffled with queries,
But it made me face the world with erect spine.

I pondered, why was it so cruel?
But gradually I realised,
It was that wave, which
Took two steps back to raise more high.

I brooded when I faced it,
But who knew that it was the one,
Who was the intermediator,
Connecting me and success.

Sunday 9 July 2023

“Trust” - By Ch.Thanuja of BA Final Year


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It broke when she said–
I won’t beat you.
It broke when they said–
You can relax after.
It broke when you said–
Forever with you.
Then I realized,
It broke when I heard the word–
Trust..

Trust is essential in any relationship. But trust someone to a limited extent, where you can’t lose trust on yourself, your life and even trust itself. 

Sunday 2 July 2023

“Broken” - By M.Sanjana of MZC Final Year 


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When emptiness fills up
Your heart and soul, that's broken.
When you never try to bring back
Your pieces into place, that's broken. 

When an unpleasant experience
Keeps haunting you day and night, that's broken.
When surrounded by people, and
Yet feel lonely, that's broken.

When your tears slowly become invisible and dry up,
But your heart still cries, that's broken. 
When your soft-kind heart,
Turns into rock-solid stone, that's broken. 

When your heart seeks solace,
Yet fails to find it, that's broken.
When your childhood toys
No more makes you smile, that's broken.

When you start staying away from your family,
Which was your whole world, that's broken.
When you distance yourself
From all the positive vibes, that's broken.

When your real smile
Is replaced by a fake one, that's broken.
When your soul
Desires death, that's broken.

Sunday 25 June 2023

“Unsolved” - By N.Sahithi Reddy of FNZC Final Year

 

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What is life?
Is it just stay alive?
Or cannot be seen with naked eyes?
Maybe depends on person’s drive.

What is wind?
Where does it end?
What is fire?
Where is desire?

Is it in heart? 
Or in thoughts? 
What is thought? 
Just experiences of life? 

Then again, what is life?
Absolute thought? 
Or entirely a plot? 
If I’m merely an idea, then who pinned it all? 

Who am I asking? 
Is it god? Or is it a fraud? 
Do you know the answer? 
Then who knows it all ? 

What is time? 
When was it’s prime?
Is everything here, mine? 
Or is it just wine? 

Abounding questions are mine,
River answers it fine,
Questions and answers flood in river,
Only truth remains forever.

Sunday 18 June 2023

“How much do I love him?” - By Devyani Konkati of BSC BTCFS Second Year






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How much do I love him?
I don’t know – I claim! Yet I knew,
Had he been a dream? If yes,
I would sleep it all and never intervene,
His absence ridiculed my presence,
Like the mockingjay’s perseverance,
He was made from tiny dust of art,
So beautiful, that I felt him with all my heart,
Full of delight, he looked like the bright twinkling night,
As if baked under the beams of moonlight.

How much do I love him?
I don’t know – I claim! Yet I knew,
I would defy the odds of the universe,
Just to enjoy his long lasting curse,
Will the madness for him ever stop?
Rather I chose to stay with it and rot,
Beyond a doubt, loving him forever never felt wrong,
Because
It made me feel like my favourite song,
Playing on and on and on …


Sunday 11 June 2023

“Burnt in Love” - By Srividya Chitta of BA First Year  


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My heart burns alive,
For its little self is not aware,
That it is not meant to yearn for you.
Your sight sets my skin ablaze,
Yet not a single bruise is found.

For my veins are filled with nothing,
But pure love I carry for you.
O’ye lover how do I tell you?
That you burn my heart.
But like the silver moonshine, you sheath my soul.


Sunday 4 June 2023

“Imagination : An Architect of Life” - By Swaroop Kanwar of BA Final Year 


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A power-taking birth, 
In the conscious mind,
And originating a new power of creativity.

A hope on which the world gets through,
And a state of pleasure,
Where consciousness seems unusual.

Let it respire in you,
Let it grow into a creator,
And spot the sparkle of magic.

Give it the wings it needs,
Allow it to reach the sky,
Cause it turns impossibility into certainty.

Thursday 4 May 2023

An Essay in Response to Other KohinoorsA Film by Uma Magal and Mahnoor Yar Khan

By Rafath Begum, BA III Year





“Isne kitni tabaahi dekhi, Iske zakhm ka kuch hisaab nahin, 
Baavjood iske zamaane mein, Hyderabad ka javaab nahin.”
                                                                   —  Kamal Pershad Kanwal

I had the privilege to watch the film Other Kohinoors — Rocks of Hyderabad on 14.2.2023 at RBVRR Women’s College. The screening was organized by the Department of English and Foreign Languages and Quills Literary Club. Other Kohinoors – Rock of Hyderabad, is directed, produced and edited by Uma Magal and co-produced by Mahnoor Yar Khan. It is a thoughtful tribute to the rocks of Hyderabad. It is a unique and interesting film that made us aware of the importance of rocks; our relationship with the beautiful boulders of the city and how we could preserve them for future generations.

The rocks are as precious as the Koh-I-Noor diamond. The film shows the presence of rocks in contemporary pop art, language, literature, craft and cuisines like “Pathar ka Gosht.” Even the names of places like ‘Borabanda’, ‘Punjagutta,’ ‘Narayanaguda’ and religious sites like temples, masjids, stone architectures, derive their beginning from the rocks. We are connected to the rocks in every possible way. The beauty of the rocks plays an important role in the ecological health and distinct aesthetic identity of the city. There are many rocks like ‘Pathar Dil’ rock in MANNU campus, ‘Khaja Guda’ rocks in Hyderabad which adds to the exclusivity of Hyderabad. The film takes us on a journey where we witness the way rocks have influenced the city’s heritage and culture. The importance of the film cannot be denied, especially in a time when we have begun to disrupt our environmental surroundings; we destroy rocks for our own benefits; but we never see the other side, how other living creatures suffer due to our destructive habits. We are losing the jewels in the crown of Hyderabad.

The film was screened for all the second and third-year students and most of them had enjoyed the film. I hope the students learnt the value of preserving our environment. Dr J Achyutha Devi, Principal attended the screening. Madam was thrilled to learn about the religious and mythological role of rocks. She said the film is an ‘an education in rocks.’ Dr M Suchitra, Head, Department of English and Foreign Languages and Chairperson, Quills Club said that the film is an ‘essential cultural text of our present times.’

Rocks are an integral part of human existence; without rocks, mankind would have no building materials to create sturdy, beautiful homes, buildings, monuments, and even tombstones. But aside from constructing materials, rocks are also part of the earth’s geography. Rocks preserve water and help in the formation of lakes. Other Kohinoor – Rocks of Hyderabad, is a visual treat; both to the eyes and the ears. The panoramic shots of rain-drenched boulders with peacocks dancing around them, the injured surface of rocks blown by dynamites; the background rap songs and the Urdu poetry made the film an experience to remember. The film is informative and entertaining at the same time. One of the highlights of the film is the background music, especially the acoustics by Akram-Ul-Haq. I was delighted to hear him live in the college. I agree to what our faculty member, Dr Jhilam Chattaraj, also well-known poet in the city said; Mr Akram’s music added a ‘calm’ and ‘meditative’ feel to the film. After the screening, it was also amazing to listen to Mr Sudarshan Vig, Associate Director, Associate Producer, Website Strategist, Tech Lead and Outreach Manager of the film. He explained the long and arduous journey of the entire team in putting this brilliant artwork together. The movie is filled with beautiful shayaris. I personally loved the lines by Sikander, “Mazdooron ka Paigham;” they were heart touching. The film makes us think about something which we usually ignore — the rocks. I request every Hyderabad-i to watch Other Kohinoors; the film will repair our relationship with the beautiful lakes, rocks and blue skies of the city.

Monday 1 May 2023

“Unlock her Shackles, and wait for her Miracles” - By Deepshikha Patangay of BA Final Year



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"यत्र नार्यस्तु पूज्यन्ते रमन्ते तत्र देवता:"

Yatra Nāryastu Pūjyante Ramante Tatra Devatāḥ

In Sanskrit, it is written that “Where women are worshipped, the Gods reside there”. All the religions mention that a woman must be given high status of respect. She must be treated with love and care. Even when the Earth is referred to as “Mother Earth”. A woman is also considered as ‘Shakti’ i.e., power. It is said that only a woman has the capability of patience, understanding, tolerance, and the power to change anything in this universe. She is born as a multi-tasker. Even though she is educated or uneducated by nature she handles things with perfection. She plays a sensitive role in handling relationships and family.

For centuries, women have always been kept in the dark. She has always fulfilled her duty as a mother, wife, daughter, and as a sister. They were always considered to only focus on their relations and family. Never were they allowed to raise their voice, or express their feelings, and were always restricted. Virginia Woolf mentions in her book A Room of One’s Own, that if Shakespeare had a sister she would still not be encouraged to her greatest writings only because she is a woman. Before the feminist movements, many female writers were forced to publish their writings with a man's name. Jane Austen, Mary Shelley, Emily Brontë, Virginia Woolf, Sylvia Plath, Sarojini Naidu, J. K. Rowling, Shashi Deshpande, Anita Desai, Arundhati Roy, Kiran Desai, and many other female writers have broken the stereotypes of the society by publishing their writings. Their initiative steps for women’s freedom, the struggle to publish their works, and to gain equal status with men is a result of women's writings today.

In the novel Emma written by Jane Austen, the protagonist is a matchmaker. She belongs to eighteenth-century England. The protagonist was going through a lot of feelings, and she was at a stage of life where she was confused. By fulfilling the role of a matchmaker, she was alone and didn’t know what to do with her relationship and her feelings. The whole novel runs around Emma, the process of understanding herself, and her feelings towards Mr. Knightley. Though according to Jane Austen, the protagonist is a self-dependent woman, she was dependent on people for emotions. She chooses a man for herself, but then later she realises that it was her wrong choice. Understanding her feelings, in the end she finds a partner, Mr. Knightley, and marries him.

In Shashi Deshpande’s In the Country of Deceit, the protagonist is represented as a modern Indian woman. She is a strong independent woman. This is one of the finest works of Shashi Deshpande who fabulously narrated the story. The desire and the guilt that Deshpande brings up with the situation by addressing the bold choice of Devayani speaks of how open-minded Devayani was. But her bold choice of loving a married man had made her life miserable. Even today, in our society this is one of the darkest secrets of the majority of girls. Deshpande brings out the reality of society in her novel. To find love, it doesn’t mean that women must find single men, until and unless it is in India. Her bold choice makes us understand that to love and to receive love from the same person is enough to live a happy life. But as Ashok cheated, most of the partners cheat to fulfil their nasty desires. Surprisingly India has more ‘Partner- Cheating’ cases but hardly there are people who love their partners. Love is a fancy feast that has its challenges in life. And sometimes love brings us into a situation where we have to choose “Do or Die”. “A Fancy Feast That’s What Love Is!”

In the poem Eve To Her Daughters, Judith Wright feels the pain of the submissive nature when Eve had to adapt because of the dominance of her husband Adam. Maybe it was the suppressive nature that was followed for generations and is still forced to follow. Even in today’s modern world when freedom is given to a woman it is not given completely. There is chaos, pain, and anger, in those tiny little things which they wish for. The world has shown the modern perspective of women theoretically but practically they are still striving to make it happen.

Although women are treated like Goddesses, they are still pressured in the ways of looks, and mindsets, and to change their behaviour because the people around them think that society may reject them. No matter how independent a woman is, she is always dependent on emotions just like men as it is a part of human nature. At least not like a Goddess, but a woman feels to be treated as a human. They too have a world that needs to be shown a part of the sunshine and not the shadows. They wish not to be judged, and not to be felt valueless which over-pressurizes them and makes them work like machines.

Let a woman follow her dreams/passion, find her purpose, to be felt protected/safe, to know that she is not alone, and has a companion throughout. At least not a God, but a human who has feelings and all the rights to live life on her own terms. A “New Woman,” who shows patience, courage, and a pleasing spirit to face the ensuing problems in life and choosing her ways to live life.

Deepshikha Patangay
BA Final Year


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Woolfe, Virginia. ‘If Shakespeare Had a Sister.’ D Umn Edu. 1929. Web.

Austen Jane. ‘Emma.’ U Star Novels. Web.

Deshpande, Shashi. In the Country of Deceit. Penguin Books Limited. 18 June 2009. Print. 

Wright, Judith. ‘Eve To Her Daughters.’ Genius. 1999. Web.