World of falsehood


“Taught from their infancy that beauty is woman’s sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.”, quoted by Mary Wollstonecraft, A Vindication of the Rights of Woman.


As soon as a girl child is born, all the emphasis goes into the hunt of a physical imperfection in the newborn of few hours and remedies to correct them as soon as possible. As the child grows up into a young girl and then to a beautiful woman, all she is taught is how to look prettier and more gorgeous than she is which may vary from complexion to freckles to height or weight.


A youth which might have become a better scientist, engineer, leader, poet, author, chef, professor, athlete or anything extraordinary is left to focus much on her looks and perfection in poise. The restrictions which have been imposed on the grandmothers to the mothers and further down to daughters are precisely kept in mind which hinders their growth and capabilities of imagining new ideas and open up to new possibilities. The so-called heritage which had engulfed the ladies like air trapped inside a bubble needs to be popped up and the world should be opened to women.


Breaking Barriers

Don’t let the Muggles get you down.”

A quote from the most beloved wisely humored headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, a fictional character in J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series, has a meaning more profound than the deepest trench in the Pacific ocean which stands true for eternity and beyond.

The muggles here is referred to none other than the society that had always influenced our actions, thoughts, and decisions from our very first moment on this land till the last gasp of air we take in this birth. We had consciously or accidentally created a bubble around the greatest invention of god- human’s neuronic power of imagination, due to the indifference of muggles towards new impossible seemed possibilities.

Joanne Kathleen Rowling had struggled through this bubble which earlier did not welcome young lady authors heartily and was successful in creating a respectful place for all the young female wordsmiths in the field of writing. When the times were hard, and all hopes seemed to be gone, she remembered that “Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” , and soon the light helped her triumphantly pop the bubble and explore the new possibilities that were unseen and the world awaited.

A Road Less Travelled

Life has no limitations, except the ones you make…We are prepared to follow the crowd like a sheep in the herd, and if you try getting out of the pack, you end up getting smacked from a stick by the shepherd, but the real victory lies beyond the fear of the smack.

The conditioning and limitations sowed in our ego and superego till the tender age of 5 are the core principles that we follow throughout our lives or are forcefully implied on us. All the great discoveries ever made and the researches ever done were the resulting of bursting this bubble of ego and superego which always prevents us from being spontaneous or try something new.

The great personalities, scientists and discoverers we know like Albert Einstein, Vasco da Gama, Abraham Lincoln, gathered up the courage to try the path not taken and with immense struggle and hard work finally succeeded in their voyage to the truth. The lives of these realized souls are worth notice, and the morals of their life should be followed by each one of us to be able to pop this bubble of conditionings and explore the unseen.

On the run by Pratibha Yadav


Word has it you are on the run.

Did our old friend monotony pay a visit?
Or did sweet little heart once again became a casualty?
Has meaninglessness crept in?
Is all hope lost?

While on the run,
Some crash into the graveyard of past.
Recklessly visiting old graves ,
Clenching what us lost.
Digging up bones ,
unaware of their ultimate loss.

While on the run,
Some stumble upon run-of-the-mill distractions,
And voraciously stuff them into their peculiar voids.
Completely oblivious of the corners and crevices
That remain empty , that remain devoid.

While on the run,
Some manage to avoid these pitfalls.
Alas , all in vain
On reaching no destination the loop begins again.
Word has it you have been on the run for quite a while now,
Why don’t you stop?
And face the ever ferocious storm
Injuries are a given , but freedom is assured.
Look it in the eye and utter “YOU LOST”


Explore The Unseen


TEDxMNITJaipur 2019 is ready to write its third chapter by building new ideas over the old myths and popping misconceptions.

Our TEDx talk will be built around the theme “Pop the bubble – Explore the unseen” with the sole purpose of shedding our cocoons and welcoming fresh perspectives. The youth- often molded or stuffed in a box named prototype is stuck in the never-ending loop of monotony, and we believe it is high time we come out of the clouds which are shrouding us in the darkness of ignorance.
This theme is open for interpretation and resonates with every individual – whether it be leaving say a family business to discover one’s passion to realizing one’s sexuality in say a conservative society to even uncovering a dying art form.
These talks aim to start a conversation and strip away labels like taboo and unconventional hence begin a discussion.

#TEDxMNITJaipur #ComingSoon #Chapter3 #PopTheBubble #ExploreTheUnseen

वचनों का चक्रव्यूह by Pragyanshu Pandey

कुछ प्रश्न अधूरे रह जाते हैं
कुछ बातें बोली जाती हैं
कुछ यूँ ही कह दी जाती है
कुछ मन में रह जाती हैं
कुछ संदेशों में जाती है
वचनों के चक्रव्यूह में हम अभिमन्यु बन जाते हैं
कुछ प्रश्न अधूरे रह जाते हैं

एक काया कुछ कहती है
जो ऊपर से हंसती है
पर अन्दर से वो सहती है
तुमसे कभी न कहती है
खुद की इच्छाएं परतों मे रह जाती हैं
चौसर के पांसों में फंसकर हम धर्मराज बन जाते हैं
कुछ प्रश्न अधूरे रह जाते हैं

पर कर्त्तव्य, मान, अभिलाषा में
बेहतर करने की आशा में
उठा गदा फिर भीम वीर बन जाते हैं
कृष्ण हमारे साथ हैं
जब जब रण होता है, हम अर्जुन बन जाते हैं
कुछ प्रश्न अधूरे रह जाते हैं

– प्रज्ञांशू

Shards by Urvashi Awasthi

Shattering shivering lone
Once a part of elixir
Now gazing at the dust laden pieces
Thinking about the storm

Was it blood, was it a silent place in the abyss
Was it a dreadful conception
Was it a premeditated reality of the unknown

The authenticity of the virtual world was in question
It was a premonition
Those glances, missed chances, blushing smile were seldom

Too soon it was, to crack the code
Brokenness had taken full room
A ray, vague, faint and famished for hope still existed

Momentary gushes, sudden blows
Caused the turbulence in the equanimous soul
Reconciliation a meek contingency
Shards were serene, with every sheath of dust
Undressing the dilemmas of affection misconstrued
Whole and united were conjectural

With time, shiver subdued to silence
Shattered merely a physical state
Lone, reinforcement in disguise

Mended, minuscule and mone
Now a part of experience
Life changed for the beautiful after the storm.