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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.