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Vyom Desai

A Writer’s Journey Towards Conquering Depression
A Writer’s Journey Towards Conquering Depression

Expressions are just like a cigarette—the moment you consume them, they will consume you from inside. Frustration is the after effect of smoking. It hampers your emotional senses to a level that you suffer from a breakdown. Something very similar happened to me. I disconnected myself from the world for days. That was the time I held a pen and started to put my feelings into words. It was the beginning of my journey as a writer or I can say as ‘The boy who was writing his tears’....

Articles that made me and broke me altogether: A Lost Soul
Articles that made me and broke me altogether: A Lost Soul

When I write about my theories on being an ideal person, there is a part of me that always screams inside. Screaming because of the burden of being that person; screaming because on some level it does not want to be that person. It shouts for help every night when I look back to the person I used to be. I had clarity, I could differentiate between the world of words and mine, I was me. What if I cannot go back? What if, in my quest to become the ideal man, I have lost sight of who I am? On the other hand, I also fear that I may not be able to follow what I preach....

Do we have mercy towards mercy killing?
Do we have mercy towards mercy killing?

If you have watched the movie Guzaarish, I am sure you would have sympathised with the protagonist for the pain that he suffers. You feel for him when he is denied his right to die a quick and painless death. Note, that I said sympathise and not empathise. Because honestly, can we really feel the pain of a person who is suffering from something that has no cure? Could we withstand that pain? I guess we never really bothered thinking from their stance. We never really tried to step into their shoes. If that is indeed true, what right do we have to pass judgment on a person’s wish to die?...

A Girl Has No Name : World of Rat Races and Second Handers
A Girl Has No Name : World of Rat Races and Second Handers

I mustered courage and asked my parents, that where will this race lead me if I succeed. Is there an end? To which, my dad replied there is none. This race ends only with the end of your life, and time. Therefore, the only thing that matters is how you performed. I tried to explain how I do not fit in here, and that I wanted to be a creator and lead, not a second-hander and merely follow. All I wish is to have a self-made life, with experiences that matter. Not some half-heartedly lived life, defined by my performance in an unworthy race. My dad, however, did not agree....