Bewajah

 

Bewajah
Hindi: बेवजह
Origin: Persian
Meaning: no cause or reason

In the words of the columnist,
“Violets are blue,
Roses are red.
Everyday I suffer
from Existential dread.”

You’re probably wondering what this has to do with the introduction of this column. Well, absolutely nothing. It’s bewajah.

Cornucopia

 

Bewajah
Hindi: बेवजह
Origin: Persian
Meaning: no cause or reason

In the words of the columnist,
“Violets are blue,
Roses are red.
Everyday I suffer
from Existential dread.”

You’re probably wondering what this has to do with the introduction of this column. Well, absolutely nothing. It’s bewajah.

Esoterica

 

If you thought you’d find some good Shakespearan vocabulary here ,I am sorry for you.If your think this is where you’d find a magical panacea to your problems then you’re wrong too.This is also not a fashion,political or informative blog.   

This is a place where you would  see the most mundane , common things of life with all the pomp and show sieved out. Things that are right before your eyes but you fail to see them . This is a small effort to make sure you need not read between the lines.

This is where you’ll find the unwritten written .Words unspoken spoken.

It’s A Metaphor

 

“Ring around the rosie,
A pocket full of posies;
Ashes! Ashes!
We all fall down.”

Contrary to the version that we choose to believe in, the one with kindergarten kids singing along, running in circles, cheering and falling, this rhyme is often associated with the 17th century Great Plague of England. A rosy rash was a symptom of the plague, and posies of herbs were carried as protection and to ward off the smell of the disease. While “Ashes, Ashes” refers variously to the cremation of the bodies, the burning of victims’ houses and blackening of their skin, “we all fall down” was exactly what happened next.

Deriving a delusional analogy from the dubiously disheartening discernment of this nursery rhyme, the columnist believes that everything is a metaphor. Everything has meaning. In her words verbatim, fiction is a metaphor for reality itself. It reveals the truth that reality obscures. Through her words, that are fabricated from the fragile fissure between reality and denial, she brings forth a truth that is certainly more acceptable, if not believable, in the form of poetry ranging from ballads and sonnets, to a whirlwind of free verse and from stories and narratives, to a whole multiverse of her fickle imagination.

By Fiza Khan

It’s a Metaphor

By Aditi Wakhlu

Logorrhoea

Logorrhoea

 

Words make sentences, sentences form paragraphs, and paragraphs; a story. But contrary to this wide spread notion of sequential story telling, we believe that each word, on its own, has a story to tell. And as at Inwords, we have pledged to voice untold narratives, we present to you, Logorrhoea.

We always get too caught up in the ‘what’ of things, language included. “What’s a better word for…” “What does this mean?” Ever wonder, why? Why the sky is the sky or why a myocardial infarction is called a myocardial infarction or why this column is absurdly named Logorrhoea?

Logorrhoea: from Greek logos ‘word’ + rhoia ‘flow’, thus literally referring to a word vomit. As for skies and myocardial infarctions? Well, this column awaits your curious minds.

Mental Floss

 

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” – Nietzsche

Magic happens when the mundane marries the erudite.
Psychology, hence, is magic. Ranging from far fetched musings about past life regressions to the science of the metaphysical, psychology is an ever encompassing ribbon that makes sense out of anything that can be conjured by the mind. This is because in all its etymological and literal senses, it studies the very crux of all being and reality; the mind. Mental Floss promises to enlighten that precious little thing inside of your cranial cavity and asks for no thanks.

Only compliments.

 

Monocle

 

“I’ve always looked on criticism as a sort of envious tribute.” This quote by F.Scott Fitzgerald perfectly underscores the author’s reason for writing copious review columns. We believe wholeheartedly that people who do not have an iota of experience in making films or writing books should not rain on the parades of those who do possess this ability. However, etymologically, the word ‘monocle’ is derived from the Latin roots ‘mono’ meaning one and ‘ocul’ meaning eye, or to see, literally meaning, ‘seeing with one eye’ and hence, the title is meant to signify that through this column, the author merely wishes to expound her opinion in a purely personal capacity with no intention of disrespecting the works being examined.

Satrang

 

In the space-time continuum of appropriate conversation, silence has it’s own time and place. Satrang isn’t one of them.

The fiery rants and unapologetic opinions you will find under this column, are a little glimpse into how the columnist tries to makes sense of this messy, ambiguous world. In her words, “Out beyond the binary of black and white, there exists a whole spectrum of ambiguity. I will meet you there.”

Staying true to it’s title, this column is bound to make your life, a little more colorful.

By Swati Singh

Scattered Sentences

Scattered Sentences

 

I search for scattered sentences
In words and stormy seas –
Where lost in rhymes and verses
I seek identities.
I’d say my scattered sentences are
Failed attempts to show
Beauty and truth in verses
That on hidden corners grow.
Poems, or rather rhymes
That bloom, fungus-eque
Despite
the world that’s full of words
That aren’t enough to write.

The Chimera of Truth

 

History is much more the product of conspiracy than chaos. Since the inception of modern beings, we have seen the rise and the fall of numerous civilizations and throughout this time, humanity has witnessed events of great magnitude- events that seem to warp reality and make us question our consciousness. Very few of us attempt to question such events and when we do, we blankly stare into oblivion. These events may be the result of an occult force operating behind the seemingly real, outward forms of political and social life and, the visible reality, certainly is no more than an illusion- a smokescreen that conceals the sinister machinations of some powerful, secretive and menacing cabal.

From the true horrors of the Reign of Terror, to the latent divisions of the Age of Discovery, from the disguised alliances of the Cold War to the masked rivalries of the Modern Age, this column attempts to question authoritarian establishments and bring certain elements of truth to the impervious and sometimes disillusioned masses- to advance us, if not achieve, the chimera that is Truth.

By Siddhant Mishra

The Chimera of Truth

Time Turner

 

“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; ……A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.”

BIBLE, Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

While some consider time to be an illusion and reality to be ‘timeless’, what can’t be denied is that time has a direction, an order. Time advances and one event is followed by the other. There was a past. There is a history. Revolutions occurred. Some experienced them while some simply hear about them. 

In this column, the author being a bona fide, legitimate history devotee rewinds the various happenings that occurred in the month of November around the world in the bygone. Be it music or be it theatre, be it food or be it politics, all one has to do is name a genre and they will discover it here. 

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