Poems, Thoughts

Lost and found and lost

Each day, we work ourselves into a deep grave of anomie, detached from our authentic selves who once found meaning but lost it as we lost ourselves, we live a pseudo life where humility becomes burdensome, where the only silver lining are the notes in your wallet, a means and end of itself, we’re all simply zombies living paycheck to paycheck, letting the ball roll into someone else’s court, yet they say this is the reality you cannot escape five days in a week,

you’re granted forty-eight hours to find yourself, only to lose it again at 9am the next morning.

– Parveen Maghera

Poems, Thoughts

The System

Nothing is happening
Because the system still exists
Many people
Including those who run it
Are dependent on it
They seek happiness out of
Happiness might be redefined in a new system
But we’re all so dependent
On the individualistic kind of happiness
That we don’t want to change
More people are content with freedom than are
Those who are at the bottom end of the system
Who will be happier in a new system perhaps
As their needs can be met
But that’s never going to happen
Because a majority of us
Are blind slaves
Don’t we realise
Our pseudo-happiness is more important
Than others’ true happiness

– Parveen Maghera


Thank You!

I know for some, having your phone next to you is the biggest distraction during your study break (when you are mugging for your finals), but for me, it no longer serves as a “distraction”. It is, to be very honest, my only link to the sane world where people are wrecking their brains the same way I am!

Yes, you could ask, “Why aren’t you studying together with your friends then?”

Well, let’s put it this way: I live two hours away from school, we all like our private space of study and we might just end up talking about something else instead of studying. Trust me, your friends could be your biggest distraction… me included. 😛

So once we’re in our private space, we get all the freedom to do what we want. You name it — stretch your body like a cat, put your feet up on your study table like a boss, have the entire table to yourself which end up looking like a jungle of papers of notes scribbled with doctor’s handwriting. Yes. My handwriting. 😦

But wait… studying together means sharing of knowledge right?

I agree. What are technologies for?

My group chats on WhatsApp will flood many times! We constantly engage in thorough discussions of our concepts and analysis. We take pictures of our notes and share with one another. We’re selfless, aren’t we? Oh, and sometimes Skype or Facebook works too!

Yes. We live and thrive in the virtual generation. It gives us the ease in doing things, just like how we are able to study on our own, yet be with our friends at the same time... virtually.

The technology around us works like a social structure. We are so reliant on it that if it is gone, it would seem as though a calamity had struck us. It’s just like how chaos could ensue when we have no social structure in our society! I learnt this in class.

Alright. Enough of the sociological imagination.

My key point:

What I would like to share is that what keeps me sane is not really the ability to converse and discuss with my friends. It is, in fact, our conversations of goodwill! We are not only discussing or brainstorming. We also check on one another. We make sure we are still “alive”. We perk one another up. It creates a sense of care and concern — you know that your friends know that we are not alone in this. This is beginning to sound like a really serious situation but I hope you get my point.

It makes me happy. I feel loved! And I hope I made you feel loved too!

I would like to say THANK YOU to all of you! I can’t even imagine my state of mind without such a concerned circle of friends.

And not forgetting what complimented our late night conversations:




tea (lots of it…  I need to ‘nail’ my masala tea some day!)


What is your religious belief of not eating beef?

Alright. Don’t come at me for this article after what I’ve written. It’s a truth that is being hidden from all of us, or rather, not hidden. We just don’t take the effort to find out.

So why can’t I try a piece of steak?

The most common reasons I’ve heard from all my Hindu friends, relatives and the parental unit was, “it is a religious belief”. I questioned, “what exactly does it mean?” My mother told me once that because milk was very valuable for Indians – we drink lots of tea, Hindus bathe the statues of the Gods and Goddess with milk, milk is used to clean the resting place of the Guru Granth Sahib in the Golden Temple – it is therefore important to respect the cow for offering us this “blessing”. That didn’t seem to be a “religious” oriented belief. It seemed practical. It seemed rational. Save the cows. Get your milk.

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