A protest, by definition, is a form of public expression aimed at influencing public opinion or government policy. It uses the power of public voice as a weapon to demonstrate free will and freedom of speech, protecting the fundamental human rights in a democratic society. However, in the development of human society, the nature of
Month: November 2019
Past Time
“I don’t feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am. The main interest in life and work is to become someone else that you were not in the beginning.” – Michel Foucault Foucault claims “that it is not necessary to know exactly what I am”, and I have mixed feelings about this. I
Be Who You Weren’t
Our life can be summed up as a constant conflict between getting to know ourselves and developing ourselves. Yet, do we ever wonder why we’re never able to completely get to know ourselves? It’s because we don’t have a stable form. Yes, we don’t have a stable form even when we can look in the
Conflicts are the essence of stories
If we go by the meaning of the word “conflict”, it means disagreement or an argument against an opinion or idea. There are over seven billion humans on this planet following different religions, speaking different languages, belonging to different cultures, etc. There are humans who think alike on some matters but they do not necessarily
A blackcountry lass
My grandfather bought my father a garage on the corner of Prince’s End High -Street. Behind the garage was an area known as the Lost City, full of -character and back-street abortions. Although a rough area known for street fights, money was to be made there. Known as Laws of Tipton, which sold a variety
God, give me a harder conflict
Do you have a book full of the past histories of your nation? Or do you have a book that speaks about the lives of those that are powerful and successful? Look deeply into the book, look intently and real deeply, what do you see? After a lot of reading the next thing you ought
Two Year Teaser
A White Bengal Tiger. (This is Will in the story.) Part One: Teased As Will lay under the sun in his favorite spot, he looked well away into the distance. Will is a White Bengal Tiger, the first son of Maui. Will, the White Bengal Tiger, hid in the forest when the first daughter
The White Tiger
My name is Snow. I am glad that I can finally tell you my story. You see it all began… …In the deepest jungle of Asia where there lived a pride of tigers. They were all very hungry. They hadn’t eaten for three weeks because of global warming, and so they began their journey. Four
A New Way To Solve Problems And Find Answers
Why there was nothing like specific relativity 115 years before? The answer is simple, because 115 years ago students in schools were asked to only remember the answers which were given by Sir Newton. But then came a child, Albert Einstein, who did not remember those answers and tried to solve the problems and then
Wanted
As a companion I stood far from the glorious sights the girl was looking down at, her eyes were a shimmering green and her hair was waving and dancing about on her scalp. How was I going to help her find her destiny? Malabobol was a big city and as far as I was concerned
Social Media: The People’s Platform
Throughout the ages, each major revolution has been preceded by a period of education and propaganda. In the late 17th century, the Enlightenment movement, which questioned traditional authority and advocated improvements in human rights, was spread from the philosophers to the people through pamphlets and speeches. The American emancipation of slaves in 1863 was catalysed
Knowledge kills
She gazes, spellbound, at the lights. They seem to float around her, dancing in the polluted air. A haze of fog is illuminated in a delicate shade of lilac. This is her favourite place – was her favourite place, until-. Shaking the memory away, she sighs. It belongs to a different life, one of comfort
Learning from the Best: The Secrets to Success
Talent. What is the first thing you think of when you hear this word? Skill? Physical ability? A well-developed trait? Can one be born with raw talent or is it only something that we acquire from practice? According to the Oxford dictionary, talent is a natural aptitude or skill. The Oxford English Dictionary approaches this
The Eye Is Indeed A Window
Perspective is everything, as we often know. The way I perceive the world may be different from the way my next-door neighbor sees it. As humans, we see things the way we want to. I could look at a cup of water, and say it is half-full, and someone else could look at the same
Dedicated to Curiosity
“I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious.” – Albert Einstein The above quote could mean a lot of things to different people depending on who you show it to. To some, it may mean that curiosity is better than talent, while to others it may mean passion goes hand in hand with
Falling in the Lights
Lights. Blinding lights everywhere, stretching across the whole city like a blanket. The city is glowing, like I will be tomorrow. All the fumes of bad energy can’t swallow me, nothing can destroy the warm butterfly growing inside me. All the darkness the night brings can’t destroy the light, like how all the problems in
Hate Trap
Watching The Hate You Give, where the story remains somewhat hidden from justice as always, makes me wonder: if they can’t afford justice on screen, what can they avail in the real world? But the real world is something I consider a hate trap. Once, a scholarly man remarked “Hate attracts hate”. Chances are, he
Spectate and speculate
Eyes are phenomenal if you think about it. They observe your surroundings and absorb your revelations, wherever, whoever and whenever. They can distinguish between what’s right and wrong; they can create memories; they produce tears of emotion, yet they fight past the blur to see the glorious sights that lay before you. Our eyes allow
The Building
Surrounding me, a world of lights. A world of love, a world of wonder. I looked out to the city from my high point in the building. I inhaled the fresh air like it was my last. The many different colours all blurred into one, the many sounds all blurred into one. The city was
The Hunt
The sun shone through the trees of the jungle as a tiger and her young cub walked along peacefully. The birds were chirping and all seemed well. The young cub was busy gnawing at his mother’s tail as it swished back and forth through the air, while the mother tiger was in search for food.