The historic Constitutional Order that rendered Article 370 and 35A null and void was passed on 5th of August. For seven decades, this 'special status', formed the socio-political identity of the people of Kashmir. But it was never a 'special status', it was only a temporary act meant to lend time to Kashmiris and India to decide the fate of the region and all its people. In theory, removing these acts will allow complete integration of the territories of Jammu and Kashmir into the Indian Union, something which was long overdue. However, those out on the streets beating drums and firing crackers may be celebrating too soon because the real challenges begin now. NOW, WHAT? When examined thoroughly in the present context, removing the law and creating two UT's from the region are only symbolic measures and do not assure any peace or development. Also, the people of Jammu and Kashmir who are at the center of this issue were blatantly ignored. The move needs to ...
Mc Kode, a rap artist from Delhi has been missing after posting a cryptic message on his Instagram story, about standing on an isolated bridge overlooking the Yamuna. Since then, people have been trying to search for him around all possible locations matching his description of the bridge. Several other rap artists such as Raftaar and Seedhe Maut and others on social media have posted about it. The reason behind Kode attempting to take such a drastic step is because an old video of his rap battles surfaced online. In it, he used slang to take jibes at the Hindu epic, Mahabharata, and “abused Hinduism.” He soon became a target of local goons who threatened him, his family, and his friends. Moksh, a musician, took to Instagram to post a series of events that led to the disappearance of Kode. Brands terminated contracts with him and all of Kode's work was taken down from the Internet overnight. Kode released an apology online, but it didn't satisfy the angry mobs that wan...
I thought I was brave but that was just a misconception. or you could call it a hallucination on my part. I, wrapped up in my cozy cocoon, hardly knew what it’s like to spread your wings for the first time and find that one of them is broken. I thought that I could handle failures, malfunctions and rejections. I, like many others, was under this false belief, until I joined my mother one Sunday afternoon to volunteer for the Children’s Cancer Care in Delhi. Turns out, I am not equipped to handle anything. All these cancer patients, many who were around my age, are what brave is. They had to drop out of school and make the Cancer Care Centre their home. Their young eyes expressed the want for a normal childhood yet they were staid. They knew what was wrong with them, all too well. But they refused to accept pity and held their heads high with pride. The pain that drained their small bodies refused to let them live and yet with hardly any energy left, they fought like brave warr...
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