A submission.

Consider this.

Why did we have to create a universal father figure or mother figure and spend all our energy weaving tales around them, creating abodes for them and seeking to find them there, and hoping to lead us to our very end? Why do we need gods? Is it not enough to be a believer, believing that we have roles to play, be they trivial or precious, and being acutely aware of this and seeking a place to fit in?

The universe is the playground and magic is the game. Some try performing the magic. Others watch it unfold. A few reveal the magic. The magicians and the spectators both are equally precious for the act to continue.


Untitled, No. 1

A submitted article by Logan Elmer.

I have come to the conclusion that life as we know it is a lie. No matter what you do, you will always be doing something wrong. To this point, you should live life the way that you wish. Don’t let anyone tell you how to live it. While this may sound like a piece of obvious advice; many people don’t follow it. Actually, I believe that few can actually fathom it.

You then run into the issue of what you yourself want to do with your life. At this time of my writing; I myself have no idea what I want to do with my life. I have chosen the life of a video game journalist in the hopes that I can get through this mortal coil with some small piece of happiness. I don’t think it’s easy to find what you wish to do with your life. We are brought up being told that after we graduate high school, we should go to college and find a good job that will allow us to build a life. What if there is no depth to that plan? What are you going to study? Are you going to be happy doing whatever you choose to do? These are the important questions that we should be taught to ask ourselves. Instead, we are thrown into this simple path that doesn’t help anyone find a happy way through life.

On top of that, you have the added stress of college debt that gives these decisions even more weight. What if I pick the wrong career? What if…I end up unhappy? I have come to the conclusion that life as we know it is a lie. No matter what choice you make you are running the risk of being unhappy. The way that current children are being brought up will do nothing but continue this unsatisfying path through life. Unfortunately, I don’t have a solution. All I can do is write down what I am noticing. Hopefully when I read through this sometime in the future I will have noticed some sort of change. Maybe even my outlook on life will have changed and I will find these observations inaccurate. Until that day, here’s hoping for the future.

Boys in the Street

An article submitted by Yasmin Daniel.

On a Thursday night, I listened to Greg Holden’s ‘Boys In The Street’. The version I listened to was a cover by a YouTuber, who’d replaced the acoustic guitar bits with the piano instead. I sat silently, listening to the melancholy song, fixated on the words and the soft piano.When I first heard ‘Boys In The Streets’, I was so shocked, so awed by the simple beauty of the words that my eyes burned with tears. Holden is not gay, but he understands that some families look upon homosexuals as something ‘quite nasty’. It’s not fair to ostracise homosexuals simply for the reason that they ARE homosexuals. It’s not fair to alienate them because they don’t share the same gender interests. Honestly, it’s the twenty-first century. Is it that impossible to accept change?

Holden’s song has only four verses, but he manages to bring in the life of a gay son with a disapproving father. He shows how the boy is tormented by thoughts of worthlessness, wormed in his brain by his father. His self confidence is riddled with doubt and self-reproach when his father tells him he’s never going to make it far in life. When the father hears his son’s been kissing boys in the street, he tries to hush it up and change his son’s repulsive ways by undermining his confidence and self-esteem. But as the father’s life ticks away by the years, he accepts his son for whom he is and tells him to ‘keep kissing boys in the street when he’s gone.’

There are so many gays, lesbians, transgenders and bisexuals in the world who face criticism and alienation. Conventionally-minded people avert their eyes and hurriedly dismiss them as ‘not part of this society’. How many tears of quiet resignation have been shed simply because people don’t take you for who you are? They are still humans, they are still part of the world. Just because they don’t have interests in the same sexes that you do doesn’t make them repugnant. Why, then, do people still turn their noses up at homosexuals, bisexuals and transgenders? What is so wrong in a guy liking a guy, or a girl wanting to be a guy?

Those who do not outright eliminate the LGBTQ community as part of humanity view them with a sort of stupefied fascination. ‘He’s gay’, they whisper. ‘Let’s stand up for him. We’ll seem cool.’ Again, honestly?!

But there are some who accept homosexuals, who have no problems with bisexuals, and find no fault with transgenders. They do not need to stand up and fight for LGBTQ rights. The members of the community are not weak; they are perfectly capable of fighting for their own needs. We support. We understand. We accept. We try to change the minds of the conventional and narrow-minded. We ignore the restrictive would who still blindly lash out against them, because they are, as I like to put it, ‘a dying breed.’

If those who do not accept people for who they are, regardless of their gender, or their likes or interests, can find it in themselves to settle into understanding, that is enough. Nothing will change. Nothing is different. You only have to realise. Because the fault is not in your stars, it’s in your minds.

Second Generation Hypocrite

A poem by Yasmin Daniel.

He cheers for the weak, but sneers at the weak
He smiles at the rich, but pets the rats in the sewer.
His father sits in his chair, and criticises politics
He agrees wholeheartedly, yet buys their fake gimmicks.
He’s a second generation hypocrite.

She pretends she loves simple, but her wardrobe says otherwise
She doesn’t believe in religion, yet is often mesmerised.
She stands up for causes she hasn’t heard about before
She pretends she’s on the ship, when she hasn’t even reached the shore.
She’s a second generation hypocrite.

They laugh at their own jokes, but don’t know the meaning of fun
They can barely see out of the cave, yet pretend to touch the sun.
They scoff at things they don’t understand and then agree with a jester
They hurry on with their thin bandages, and then let the wounds fester.
They’re second generation hypocrites.

Signed, A Human

The Hindu newspaper’s In School supplemental asks its readers to send in their opinions about modern-day happenings, and Swathika often sent in several of her pieces of writing, and below  are samples of her submissions.

In answer to a question about what beauty is, and whether what you look like matters, Swathika wrote:

Our image is not an indicator of what we are and what we will be in the future. In fact, it is our character that decides this. Our appearance has no connection with our character. Our society should not discriminate people based on their body image. Until that happens, we must not be sensitive and take such talk to heart. We should learn to accept our image and never feel guilty about it.

In answer to the question “Can the dual-language learning system benefit students in India?”, Swathika wrote this:

India is a highly populated country with a unique diversity.

There are people from various cultures and traditions living here and so many different languages are spoken. Developing a new dual- language program will widen students’ knowledge and will help them face the world outside better.

I would like to learn the subjects in English and Hindi, if there is another choice. Schools should come forward and start the program at a small scale and later at a large scale with government support.

This will be a valuable addition to the present system.