I can't level myself with words, it is what I do everyday that defines me, complicated but simple.
Friday, August 8, 2025
AI Hallucination
Tuesday, August 5, 2025
Not Wi-Fi but WhoFi: Laga do, watttt privacy ki?
WhoFi
Monday, August 4, 2025
The key notes of India's overthinking report
Depression due to love: who suffers more male or female?
Wednesday, July 30, 2025
Urban Life vs Rural Phenomenon
Sunday, July 27, 2025
You can't die in silence
The world spins on, oblivious to the silent battles fought within. We smile, we nod, we go through the motions, all the while a storm rages inside. A storm of fear, of despair, of loneliness. And the most insidious part? We believe we must weather it alone. We believe we must die in silence.
But the human spirit, for all its fragility, is not meant for silent surrender. It is a beacon, meant to shine, to connect, to ignite. To extinguish that light, to allow the encroaching darkness to consume us without a whisper, is a tragedy of epic proportions. It's a disservice not only to ourselves but to every soul that could have been touched by our presence, every life that could have been changed by our voice.
Imagine the unspoken words, the stifled cries, the desperate pleas that echo in the vast, empty chambers of isolation. Each one a tiny death, chipping away at the vibrant tapestry of life. We are told to be strong, to be resilient, and in our pursuit of these virtues, we often misinterpret them as an injunction to suffer in solitude. We confuse bravery with silence, and vulnerability with weakness.
Yet, true strength lies not in enduring pain stoically, but in reaching out, in breaking the chains of unspoken anguish. It lies in the courage to say, "I am hurting. I need help." It lies in the audacious act of tearing down the walls we've built around our hearts, brick by silent brick.
Because you can't die in silence. Not truly. Your spirit, your essence, your potential, deserves to be heard, to be seen, to be acknowledged. There is a world waiting to embrace you, to offer a hand, to listen without judgment. There are ears yearning to hear your story, hearts ready to empathize, and hands willing to lift you from the depths.
Let your voice tremble, let it crack, let it be a raw testament to your struggle. But let it be heard. Speak your truth, however uncomfortable, however terrifying. For in speaking, you not only begin to heal yourself, but you also light a path for countless others who walk in similar shadows. You become a beacon, a testament to the fact that even in the deepest despair, there is hope, there is connection, and there is always, always a way out of the silence. Do not let your story end unheard. Do not die in silence. Live, and let your voice resonate.
Saturday, July 26, 2025
Sexual Themes and Nudity: Part 1
Linguistically diverse country: India
India is an incredibly linguistically diverse country, and the exact number of languages can vary depending on how "language" and "dialect" are defined. Here's a breakdown based on available information:
Officially Recognized Languages: The Eighth Schedule to the Indian Constitution recognizes 22 official languages. These are major literary languages and have significant speaker populations.
Total Languages: According to the Census of India 2011, there are 121 languages spoken by 10,000 or more people. Some sources indicate there are as many as 780 languages (People's Linguistic Survey of India) or over 19,500 dialects and mother tongues.
Mother Tongues: The 2011 Census also reported over 19,500 "mother tongues" or dialects. Many of these are grouped under the broader 121 languages.
In summary, while India has 22 officially recognized languages, the actual number of languages and dialects spoken across the country is much higher, ranging from over 120 to several hundred.
Saturday, July 12, 2025
I, Gatwick Airport
With a restless heart,
I wander from corner to corner,
I, Gatwick Airport,
Searching for the passengers of AI One Seven One
In every passing face.
That day, it took off
From Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel Airport,
A normal flight, "Ahmedabad to London,"
But it never arrived,
Nor ever will.
Something abnormal must have happened
That it didn't reach its destination.
Everyone shrugged their shoulders, saying,
'Everything was fine on our end.'
Then why did it meet its end?
There was ample hope in its wings,
To measure the sky of its own will.
Then why couldn't it continue,
A ten-hour flight for even ten minutes?
The sprouts of waiting withered,
Laughter died, Sorrow froze,
The laboratory of tears melted.
The blood in bodies turned black,
An echo spread on cracked windows,
Doors threw out mangled corpses.
The rules of prayers were spurned.
Such a cruel fate,
That it swallowed
Endless days along with that one afternoon.
Something departed from life:
The grace of dawn,
The smile of dusk,
Giving in return a black hole of despair.
Think, before silence becomes immortal,
How loudly helplessness must have screamed.
Like an unnecessary matter,
How quickly you forgot.
How could you forget,
And how can I forget?
Whispers roll across my chest
That they won't come.
I feel cursed.
Who will compensate
My hope for overtime,
Which neither rests nor stops?
I, Gatwick Airport, London,
Will not be satisfied even after reading all the theories
In the files of those visitors
Whose footsteps time confiscated,
Who were meant to happen,
But merely remained 'happened'.
It cannot be normal,
So many footsteps stopping at once.
Who must have stopped them?
Who must have welcomed them?
From the moment of stopping to reaching.
If anyone could give a deep embrace to those departing,
It was the walls and roof of that hostel,
And those chosen few
Who would have been called doctors yesterday,
They too had to prematurely wear
The amulet of death.
My eagerness
Remained a lament in my desperate gaze.
Such a tragic tale of becoming unanimated
In life's curriculum.
Sometimes it feels
That in creating humans,
God is also learning the art of being human.
The essence of the unspeakable pain
From the emotional human to the unsolved rubric,
Surely you can unravel.
But from Bageshwar to Grok,
Don't let anyone say
That you know everything.
To remain human while being human, one needs
A titanium heart.
Then, even in my waiting area, there can be
An atomic test of pain.
Thursday, November 16, 2023
A mediocre
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