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Tuesday, 25 March 2025

 Author Feature :

Radhakrishna Pillai
                   
Radhakrishnan Pillai is a renowned Indian author, leadership consultant, and management expert best known for his books on Chanakya's wisdom and its relevance in modern times. As an author, he has successfully blended ancient Indian philosophy, particularly Arthashastra, with contemporary leadership, governance, and management practices.His books simplify complex historical and philosophical ideas, making them accessible to modern readers.

Dr. Pillai's profound interest in ancient Indian wisdom, particularly Kautilya's Arthashastra, inspired him to bridge the gap between classical knowledge and modern practices. His extensive research led to the publication of his first book, Corporate Chanakya, which became a bestseller. This success paved the way for subsequent works, including Chanakya's 7 Secrets of Leadership, Chanakya in You, and Katha Chanakya. Through his writings, Dr. Pillai aims to make timeless Indian wisdom accessible and applicable to contemporary audiences.
 

About the book : "Chanakya Niti".




Chanakya Niti is a collection of aphorisms (sutras) attributed to Chanakya (also known as Kautilya or Vishnugupta), the ancient Indian philosopher, strategist, and royal advisor. The book serves as a guide to ethics, politics, governance, leadership, and personal development, offering timeless wisdom for success and survival in life.

Notable Quotes from Chanakya Niti 
  
"A person should not be too honest. Straight trees are cut first, and honest people are screwed first."
 
"Education is the best friend. An educated person is respected everywhere. Education beats the beauty and the youth." 
 
"Before you start any work, always ask yourself three questions—Why am I doing it? What the results might be? Will I be successful? Only when you think deeply and find satisfactory answers, go ahead."

Tuesday, 18 March 2025

Author Feature:


Gaur Gopal Das 

Gaur Gopal Das is a well-known Indian monk, motivational speaker, and author. He is a member of the International Society for Krishna Consciousness (ISKCON) and has been a practicing monk since 1996. Before joining ISKCON, he studied electrical engineering at the College of Engineering, Pune (COEP) and worked briefly at Hewlett-Packard.

He is popular for his speeches on personal development, relationships, leadership, and spirituality, often blending ancient wisdom with modern-day insights. His talks are engaging, humorous, and deeply inspiring, making him a sought-after speaker at corporate events, educational institutions, and global conferences.

Gaur Gopal Das has also authored books like Life’s Amazing Secrets and Energize Your Mind, which focus on practical life lessons, mental well-being, and self-improvement. His content is widely shared on social media, and he has millions of followers worldwide.

ABOUT THE BOOK : " Energize Your Mind".



Energize Your Mind is a self-help book by Gaur Gopal Das that focuses on managing thoughts, emotions, and overall mental well-being. It provides practical tools to declutter the mind, develop emotional resilience, and lead a balanced life.

Benefits of Reading Energize Your Mind 
  • Improves focus and mental clarity
  • Teaches techniques for emotional self-control
  • Encourages self-awareness and mindfulness
  • Provides tools to build healthier relationships
  • Enhances overall well-being and inner peace

Tuesday, 11 March 2025

 Author Feature:   


Rashmi Bansal 

              

Rashmi Bansal is an Indian writer, entrepreneur, and motivational speaker. She is known for her books on entrepreneurship, inspiring many aspiring business leaders.

She has written 10 bestselling books, which have sold over 2 million copies worldwide. Her work has been translated into 12 languages, including Korean and Vietnamese. She is also recognized as India's first business book author.

Her first book, Stay Hungry Stay Foolish, became a runaway bestseller. It tells the stories of 25 IIM graduates who built successful businesses.

Some of her other popular books include Connect the Dots, I Have a Dream, God’s Own Kitchen, and Touch the Sky.

ABOUT THE BOOK :  "Stay Hungry Stay strong".


        


Stay Hungry Stay Foolish by Rashmi Bansal is an inspiring book that motivates Indian youth to pursue their entrepreneurial dreams. It tells the real-life success stories of 25 IIM Ahmedabad graduates who took the unconventional path of starting their own businesses instead of taking secure corporate jobs.

The book is particularly helpful for young Indian's as it showcases a variety of entrepreneurs from different backgrounds, proving that anyone with determination and vision can succeed. It breaks the myth that business success is only for those with money or connections. Instead, it highlights qualities like passion, perseverance, and innovation.

For students and aspiring entrepreneurs, Stay Hungry Stay Foolish serves as a practical guide. It provides insights into the challenges and risks of starting a business while also offering motivation through real examples of people who overcame obstacles. The book encourages the youth to think independently, take calculated risks, and believe in their ideas.

Overall, this book is a great source of inspiration for those who want to break free from conventional career paths and create their own success stories.
 
STAY HUNGRY STAY FOOLISH : It helps in shaping the minds of Indian youth in implementing startups and becoming successful entrepreneurs.


 

Sunday, 2 March 2025

"When Home Was You" - By Astha Mishra of B.Sc ZCFS First Year 


Picture Credit: Astha Mishra 


Things have changed since you left that afternoon. Your suitcase still sits in my room, untouched, unmoved, as if it’s waiting for you to return. There is space for you here. There will always be space for you. But you are not here. And somehow, that space feels heavier than anything I have ever carried.

I look in the mirror, and the reflection staring back at me is unfamiliar. It has my eyes, my face, but it isn’t me. Not the me you knew. Because without you, I don’t know who I’m supposed to be anymore.

They are renovating your house. No, not your house. A house. Because whatever they are building, it is not home. It doesn’t smell like you. It doesn’t echo your voice. It doesn’t feel like the place I once belonged.

We had plans, you and I, plans that never came true. You said we would go to that temple together, that you would watch my graduation, that one day you would sit back while I cooked for you. And I did. I learned to cook for you. I wanted to see the pride in your eyes when you took the first bite. But you never got to taste it. Was I too late, or did time just move too fast? I wanted to give back, to make you proud, to show you that I could take care of you the way you always took care of me. But the moment I was ready, you were already gone.

I used to hold your hand when we walked outside, feeling like nothing in the world could touch me. I remember the way your grip was firm yet gentle, the way you shielded me from the rush of people, the way you always made sure I was safe. And now, I walk alone. The same roads that once felt familiar now feel foreign. The same world that once felt safe now feels too big, too empty. I am unprotected, exposed. I am alone.

It is not the days that haunt me. We have lived apart before. But when the sun goes down, when I have spent all my strength trying to be okay, when there is nothing left to distract me, that is when it hurts the most. That is when I crave your voice, your presence, your warmth. I come home expecting to hear you call my name, to see you sitting in your favorite chair, to listen to the stories I once took for granted. But I come back to silence. To a house that feels colder than it ever did before. To walls that do not echo the laughter we shared. To an empty building that once had a heart.

For a whole month, I waited. Waited for you to come back, to take your place, to tell me I was being dramatic, to scold me when I got things wrong, to tell me you were proud when I got things right. But you never did. I do not know how to accept that.

People say I miss you for selfish reasons. Maybe they are right. Maybe I do. Maybe I miss you because you were all I needed growing up. Because you were the only one who truly understood me. Because no matter how hard life got, I always knew I had you. And now I do not.

Some days, it does not feel real. Like you are just away for a while, like you will be back soon. I catch myself reaching for my phone to call you. I hear a joke and think, I have to tell you this, only to remember. You will not pick up. You will not laugh with me. You will not come back. And yet, I still hope. Hope for a miracle that will never come.

I have no regrets. I told you how much I loved you, how much I admired you. But what I do regret, what shatters me every single day, is that there was so much more left to say. So much more you were supposed to hear. I am exhausted, and for the first time in my life, I do not know where to go.
But I do know this, you never really left.

You are in the way I fold the blankets just like you did. In the old songs I hum without realizing. In the stories I will tell as the happiest times of my life. In the way I still look for you in a crowded room, knowing you will not be there, but feeling you in the air around me.

Home was never just a place, home was you. And maybe, just maybe, as long as I carry you in me, I will always find my way back.



Wednesday, 26 February 2025

Author Feature:- 


Hansda Sowvendra Shekhar 

A Literary Voice from the Santhal Community. Hansda Sowvendra Shekhar is an Indian author and a medical doctor, born in 1983 in Ranchi, Jharkhand. He belongs to the Santhal community, one of India’s indigenous Adivasi groups. His literary works often reflect the experiences, struggles, and challenges faced by his community.

Professionally, Shekhar serves as a medical officer with the government of Jharkhand. Despite his demanding career in healthcare, he continues to pursue his passion of writing, skillfully balancing his dual roles as a writer and a healthcare professional.

About The Book - 

"The Adivasi Will Not Dance"




In 2015, he published 'The Adivasi Will Not Dance' a collection of short stories that received critical acclaim and was shortlisted for 'The Hindu' Prize. His subsequent novel, My Father’s Garden (2018), further established his literary reputation and was shortlisted for the prestigious JCB Prize for Literature in 2019.

Through his writings, Shekhar provides a poignant and authentic voice to the Santhal community, shedding light on their rich culture, hardships, and resilience in contemporary India. His work stands as a testament to the power of storytelling in bringing marginalized narratives to the forefront.

The stories in the collection highlight issues such as displacement, exploitation, poverty, and the erosion of indigenous culture. The title story, Adivasi Will Not Dance, is particularly powerful, as it depicts an elderly Santhal man refusing to perform a traditional dance for politicians, symbolizing resistance against oppression.

Shekhar’s writing blends realism with a deep emotional connection to Adivasi life, capturing both the beauty and pain of their existence. The book also faced controversy, with some accusing it of portraying the Santhal community in a negative light, leading to a temporary ban in Jharkhand.

ADIVASIS : THE CHILDREN OF NATURE

Sunday, 23 February 2025

"Message To The Moon" - By Hafsa Ahmed of B.Sc FNZC Second year 


Picture Credit: Special Arrangement 

Oh, my beloved Moon,
You never turn away,
Never grow tired of my whispers.
You just listen, quiet and patient,
Holding my secrets in your soft glow,
Never judging, never leaving.

Even when you disappear,
I know you're still there,
Watching over me,
A silent promise that
Darkness won’t last forever.
You remind me that even with scars,
When I feel like I’m fading,
I can still shine.

You give comfort to embrace my wounds,
To quiet the chaos inside me.
You warm my cold, aching heart,
Making me smile through tears
That fall beneath your light.

You and me, a bond meant to be.
Oh, Moon, you are my light,
My soul, my safe place.
No matter how lost I feel,
How heavy the night becomes,
As long as you’re there,
I know I’ll find my way.


Sunday, 16 February 2025

"Maha Kumbh Mela 2025" by Udhari Arundhati of BA HEP First Year 

Picture Credit: Udhari Arundhati 

After 144 years, the grand Maha Kumbh Mela returned, and I was fortunate to witness this once-in-a-lifetime event. Held in Nashik, Ujjain, Prayagraj, and Haridwar, this spiritual gathering is considered the largest human congregation on Earth. As I arrived in Prayagraj, I felt an indescribable energy in the air—millions of devotees, saints, and seekers had come together, united by faith and devotion.

The story behind Kumbh Mela has always fascinated me. It is believed that during the great churning of the ocean, drops of Amrit (nectar of immortality) fell at these four locations. Bathing in the sacred rivers at these places is said to cleanse sins and lead to Moksha (liberation from the cycle of birth and death). Knowing this, stepping into the waters of the Triveni Sangam, where the Ganga, Yamuna, and Saraswati rivers merge, felt like a moment of profound transformation.

Picture Credit: Udhari Arundhati 

A Divine Journey

As I walked through the festival grounds, the sights, sounds, and scents overwhelmed my senses. The rhythmic chants, the fragrance of incense, and the mesmerizing aartis by the river made it feel like I had stepped into an ancient, mystical world.

Taking a holy dip in the sacred waters was an experience beyond words. It was not just about purifying the body—it felt like washing away worries, negativity, and attachments. I emerged feeling lighter, at peace, and deeply connected to something greater than myself.

The Mela was also a hub of spiritual learning. I met saints, sadhus, and gurus who shared timeless wisdom. Listening to their teachings, observing their simple and disciplined lives, and engaging in prayer filled my heart with serenity and purpose.

Unity in Diversity

One of the most beautiful aspects of Maha Kumbh Mela was the sheer diversity of people attending. There were no barriers of caste, wealth, or status—only faith and devotion. Millions gathered in harmony, proving that spirituality unites people beyond worldly differences.
The festival served as a reminder of the richness of Indian culture and traditions. It strengthened my connection with my roots inspired me to embrace a more righteous and mindful way of living.

The Grand Celebrations

The Maha Kumbh Mela 2025 officially began on 14th January 2025 (Makar Sankranti) and concluded on 26th February 2025 (Maha Shivratri). Each day was filled with divine energy—mass prayers, enlightening discourses, and grand rituals that left a lasting impression on my soul.

A Journey to Moksha

It is said that bathing in the sacred waters during Maha Kumbh Mela grants Moksha, freedom from the cycle of life and death. While the mysteries of the universe remain unknown, I can say with certainty that this journey changed me.

I returned from Kumbh Mela feeling lighter, calmer, and spiritually enriched. This was not just a festival; it was a pilgrimage, a journey to the soul, a chance to touch the divine. And though another 144 years will pass before the next Maha Kumbh, I know that this experience will stay with me forever.

From now on, I am forever in love with my country. I take great pride in my country, its traditions, customs, and festivals, with unwavering faith in unity in diversity.




Sunday, 9 February 2025

"Unfair Shades : Subjective choice or Blatant discrimination?" By Praharshita of B.Sc MBTC First Year 


Picture Credit: Praharshita 


What it would be like if I was a little teen girl whose dark-toned, black skin or whatever name they give, in a world of discriminators, light-toned lovers. A place where from local barbershop to shining city's billboard to hospital banners, the only one I see is light-toned to the extent of another race.

Will I ever see someone like me more often? To feel like I belong, must I always feel inferior or excluded? In a world influenced by idiocracy, filled with passive aggressions and holding blatant prejudice—unaware yet completely aware—what it is like to be treated special?

Can I ever be? No—not at least like the white-skinned, long-haired girl in class liked by every guy, admired by girls, and appreciated by teachers just for her mere existence, for doing the bare minimum. Not at least like the random girl at a relative's wedding praised by aunts, romanticizing her personality—even if it was their first meeting—saying there's something magical of having lighter meat covering the body.

Not at least like their favorite news reporter. I am not allowed to be special like the ones I see in TV ads or the main characters on the big screen with someone dark always shown inferior to them—as if being light-toned is the default mode to be the good one.

It makes me feel like a side character in my own life, just like the actress who receives hate for doing no wrong but committing the 'sin' of being dark. If my peers are just kids without full emotional awareness, then what about adults? Why are they worse? Why don't they stop? Do they have even an ounce of sympathy or emotional intelligence?

Maybe they do when my parents worry about my marriage and set aside more money for my dowry. Or maybe it's when people sympathize, saying, 'You should've been lighter and your brother dark, as it's less bad for a male to be dark, God was unfair to swap it.'

God is unfair? As if He spoke to them personally about white being superior. No, it's not God who's unfair. It's you. It's the society, the messed-up world still clinging on internalized oppression.

What court should I go for my unpaid emotional labor?"


Sunday, 2 February 2025

"Uninvited Tears" by Bhumika Raikote of BA MLHJ Final Year 


Picture Credit: Special Arrangement 


Why are you coming,
I didn't invite you,
How could you forget?
I asked you to be inside.

I know little things hurt,
You shout and scream to be free,
But this is not the right time,
Nor the right place.

Come out, But not now,
In the nights,
When I'm all alone,
When there is no one around.

Don't fall now,
My dear tears, 
Don't make me feel weak,
When everyone's around.



Sunday, 26 January 2025

Where am I ? - By Lakshmi Prasanna of B.Com First Year 


Picture Credit: Special Arrangement 

They asked me where I was,
But I couldn’t answer,
Lost in admiring the bright sunrays,
Dancing on a maple leaf.
I felt lost, unsure of my way,
Until the yellow flowers on the footpath guided me, 
Taking my pain away.
They say new beginnings come at the right time,
Yet I felt like an abandoned building, 
Beside the flower shop,
Frozen in the tracks of my past,
Unable to embrace change, 
Even, bouquets were carried away,
To mark new starts in others' lives.

Real life often slips by unnoticed,
As we spend our energy, trying to breathe.
The pigeons above, watch us,
Wondering how foolish we are,
Not to glance at the sky even once.
I realized then how life grows and moves relentlessly,
Like tree vines climbing glass buildings,
Ignoring the complexities it tangles itself with.

In front of me stood a white castle, rich with history,
While I stood there, heavy with misery.
At the traffic lights,
A small girl smiled, unknowingly,
And for a fleeting moment, 
I longed to return willingly,
To the innocence of childhood.


Sunday, 19 January 2025

"Your Feelings" - By Lakshmi Prasanna of B.Com First Year 


Picture Credit: Special Arrangement 

Please don't hide your feelings, 
Like the sun behind branches,
Or the moon behind streetlights.
I know the warmth of your love,
As pure as the color of a dove.
I know the sweetness of your smile,
Sparking fireworks in my heart like a missile.
I know the real you, 
Behind the mask of existing,
The one who dreams of living.
I know the true you,
Who secretly wishes to stargaze at night,
Unlike the one who tries to reach,
The stars with foresight.

Please don't let your inner child fade away;
She deserves to be here, not too far away.
I know you're not like those snowflakes,
That melt before the sun arises.
You’re like auroras,
Rare, yet showing their true colors.
Please be you, and I'll be there for you,
Don't forget yourself,
Before knowing the value of your true self.
You might be like a peony in a field of roses,
Similar and unnoticed,
But unique and remarkable.

You feel like you don't belong anywhere,
Until you realize you belong nowhere,
Because you are where you should be, 
Not where you need to be.
Don't abandon yourself in the blueming,
By comparing yourself to others' blooming.



Sunday, 12 January 2025

"My Mother" - by Safiyyah of BA Second Year 


Picture Credit: Special Arrangement 

Your voice is what starts my day,
And it's your face that drives the blues away.
Your presence gives me the courage to live,
You're the one who shares in my joys and sorrows.

Who else is mine but you?
You're my friend, my mother, and everything true.
I love you, Ammi.


Sunday, 5 January 2025

"A Heart With Fur" - by Muskan Begum of B.Sc FSZC Second Year 


Picture Credit: Special Arrangement 

In shadows deep, my sorrow grew,
A loss so heavy, a wound so new.
I hid my tears, my heart confined,
For theirs was a grief I dared not bind.

Then one day, soft as a dream,
She came to me, a gentle beam.
Brown, grey, and white—a patchwork of light,
Chasing away my endless night.

Her tiny paws, her playful stride,
Followed me close, stayed by my side.
She spoke no words, yet heard my soul,
A furry friend who made me whole.

She sleeps with me, her purrs divine,
Her quiet love a lifeline mine.
Her trust, her joy, her boundless glee,
Became the heart that beats in me.

Through her, I found a spark anew,
A piece of love so pure, so true.
My little angel, my healing art,
My cat, my life, my very heart.