Hi, I am Skand and I think I made this blog page back when I was in 5th grade. I vaguely remember the chapter in our IT textbook trying to explain this concept of putting your thoughts out there on the internet. It seemed really cool back in 2012. Now, it's just a bunch of emails from blogspot informing about deprecated features in my inbox. The point is, if any, that this website is filled with a bunch of poems and some essays that I wrote under the influence of my teenage self. I have deleted several of those ramblings but some of them have battled the ravages of time for you. The poems on this page don't serve any great purpose other than to exist and please me. I revisit this page often and stare at it with contempt. So, if you are another human who is reading this post, I regret informing you that you just might have taken the whole stalking thing a bit too far and it's not too late to turn back. However, if I fail in dissuading you, you can go ahead and critically a
The cause is more relevant than the act. The story is more intriguing than the conclusion. When confronted by a choice of entertainment versus rationality, we often choose to slide with the former. I recall reading the stories of Panchtantra, Akbar Birbal, Tenali Rama, and Vikram Betal with much fascination as a child. Several of these tales revolved around solving crimes, punishing the culprit, and providing justice to the innocent. Often reminding us that in an ideal kingdom, the scales of justice are always kept in balance. Fast forward to contemporary times, and the crime rates are much higher than anyone in these stories could have ever contemplated. The issues of public inconvenience today aren’t merely one farmer taking the land of another or a potter trying to dupe a customer through a fake pot, we have an assortment of ideas conquering the minds of the bourgeoisie. We do not view crime through the black-and-white filters that our ancestors so eagerly used. We are gullible ; o