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  Disha Gahlot July 8, 2015  ·(Reposting from the older blog)  THE POISON IN OUR BONES By Disha Gahlot While the lecture on Toxicology was going on in our Forensic Medicine class,our professor asked us if there is anything in this world which we wouldn't call as poison? Meanwhile, some minds were pondering over the substances which would be totally harmless, to no avail. Nevertheless, he explained that if we drink water in excess, even that would be treated as a poison!! (Such profound words I swear!) Does it mean that our life hangs on the balancing tripod where excess or deficiency of something would be fatal? Shockingly yes!! As it goes, if you go to the extremes, even love kills! Well known, well searched and well gulped poisons like alcohol and drugs surely give a temporary high-out-of-the-world feeling but there are few less known poisons which the human race has embraced since ancient times (exaggeration is why spices were discovered!) Here it goes: 1) The HAT-wear...

By Disha Gahlot   Take the road less traveled , especially if you live in Delhi. Here, traffic jam seems like creeping ants from a distance and running vehicles seem like I-will-kill-you-if-I-see-you pumping through their engines! As a rule of thumb, traffic rules are essentially for the losers and a red light signal is an indicator for the autonomic nervous system to send the right amount of adrenaline , for a great adventure is about to take place! Go at 100+km/hr speed as you see a red light while not forgetting to show your middle finger to the traffic police, if  at all they're present as your friends watch from a distance. As you meet them far away from the police, your 'successful' adventure is worshiped by your like-minded friends and you become the Dada of your gang. Now that's what we call living a life, rest is just painful existence and misery, right?!! These adventures often run deep in Delhi youngsters; if you live in Delhi, you know what I...

Save the Anda: A global concern By Disha Gahlot Ever thought of living life where you din't just exist in someone else's life like a meatloaf but you mattered, atleast for a moment only to disappear in the haze of nothingness! So, you decide to make the most out of that moment . You ask yourself if there's a better way to make a lasting impact and your bulb lightens up as you check out your profiles on social media. You want the moment to be viral, so you need to gather all your balls to do it. You decide to post your story about proposing a girl with a ring hidden inside the anda where she gets both surprised and annoyed, so she throws it back at you and a ring comes out, somehow she finds it adorable and says yes! You feel on top of the world and post #savetheanda as they are useful as hell. Soon you realise that your hashtag goes viral and you have likes, comments and mentions like never before. You're loving all the attention as you never received much even...

  The Universe in verse There were parts of me that withered away as the loved ones drifted apart.  Parts of me that were engulfed in conflict as the shore seemed far from sight.  Parts of me that were tormented as I shaked hands with the devil in disguise.  Parts of me that were too scared to even contact an eye.  Parts of me that puzzled the mind as the pieces were not aligned.  Parts of me that seeked shelter not in the four walls but the cosmic shrine.  Parts of me had no choice but pull the cords to reinvent the tune.  Parts of me became whole as they merged with the light.  Parts of me realised they were never the parts they believed themselves to be.  They were the little universes expressing themselves as tiny particles. Parts of me were delighted, parts of me were united.  As the parts became whole, so did the destiny. -Disha Gahlot

KHAP KA PAAP By Disha Gahlot Nurtured in a  family where daughters are not just cherished and loved but worshipped as well, my heart skips few beats when the electrical activity goes haywire as the ears hear,'breaking news' like 'A couple was shot dead due to inter-caste love affair, Khap saves honour of the family.' What disturbs me more is the inescapable truth that Khap and I share the same caste and creed, however, due to stroke of luck, I'm far away from their sadistic rules which are in alignment with their immortal 'parampara'. I can't even begin to express even if I step in the shoes of those who have been 'honoured' since shoes may be the only thing they were forced to leave the world with and they better be left to the families of those crying souls but if I were to hear the 'sacred' conversation between Khap panchayat and their 'parampara', I wondered what it would be like. Let's see how it unfolds. (Dialogue...

What is it? By Disha Gahlot Ever heard about the unsung heroes in your life? Of course not, hence unsung! Not-so-similarly, a lot happens under the ground and it doesn't meet the eye even through your magnifying glasses! We have volcano, tornado, katrina and tsunami inside of us; it's just a matter of time when it chooses to be not-so-dormant at a certain point which manifests in the form of tragedies that we encounter during that phase. You see smiling faces, oh! you  see laughing faces, cheers!  you see a lot of faces, but do you see it?! One of those faces lost their mother last month, the second one broke up with his long-term girlfriend, the third one lost his job three days back, the fourth one got diagnosed with AIDS about two months back, the fifth one is just sitting in the corner wondering if he should live or commit suicide and the sixth one is getting married next month. Aha! Finally something to smile for, right? Well, he's getting married for the thi...

                                                             MEET THE MEAT                                                              By Disha Gahlot While we tend to submit a blueprint of how our lives should be to our imagination process, a grotesque path usually crosses our way to create a crossword with its own significant plots, twists and turns! Whether we choose to get lost in the puzzle or make our way back to the printing machine depends not just on our ability to think clearly but our creativity to play along while making a new way out of it! What often thwarts Mr.Z from doing what a rational being needs to do is his conceived notions about himself and his life. Ther...

                            Are we women less than human?   By DISHA GAHLOT A Part of me rebels, A part of me goes in denial mode, A part of me surrenders, while a part of me dies every time I witness a case of violence against women. Women, in different phases of the society, are being tortured for no reason. Are women personified as a pitiable figure? Is it the society's curse for women to be objectified, to be blamed, to be bullied, to be humiliated, to be molested, to be raped,.....to be.....,to be treated less than a human or is it the ignorance of the people of the society who sit and 'watch news in their free time' and fail to do anything about it? If just being aware about what's happening around the world makes you a wise person, then Congratulations,you deserve a noble prize for the surplus knowledge you have in your head about who raped who, when that murder case happened,where that wom...