January 2017

After recently being exposed to the breeding discipline of etymology, I have developed a new found habit of breaking up words to grasp the gist of gigantic grammatical edifices. The word January i.e. the first month of the year is derived from the name of the god ‘Janus’ the god of beginnings and transitions, who in fact had two faces.This month comes bearing a reminder that every story has two sides. A bomb might  burn one to death, or might appear as a firework from the distance.

In the rare turn of events, I would like to agree with the general notion here, 2016 was indeed a shit year. It was indeed quite woeful in every aspect. It was a grey cloud with a very, very fine silver lining. Everything has two aspects and behind every grey cloud lies a dazzling sun. Just look for the tiny dots of positivity and hope; and when you start doing so, you’ll see a whole new picture. That’s the other side. After such a wretched and abominable year, the level of optimism is high for the days to come. But then again, we need to come to terms with the fact that changes happen and they aren’t always good. We can’t out rightly deny to participate in the developmental process, but we can certainly make it bit less hurting. You can’t learn without falling, but the number of times you fall, is upon you.

To all those merrymakers and spiritualists flooding the social media with “New Year, New Beginning” quotes, I would like to quote one of my very cultured colleagues, that “Time is nothing but a human construct born out of our inherent tendency to think categorically.” New year isn’t a new beginning, because one can’t really afford to start afresh. It’s those little chapters that make entireties of epics.

This month, Namrata through Mental Floss laid emphasis on staying in touch with our emotions, a task often overwhelming, thus also reminding us to just breathe. On the other hand, Fiza through her heart wrenching narrative vividly elucidates the internal war between emotions and responsibilities. She garnishes a true tale to beautifully bring out the theme of relationships, responsibility and regret and describes the unbearable pain that comes with regret. After all, what doesn’t kill one makes one wish that it did. Swati kicks off the year by figuratively wrapping up the upcoming twelve months in salubrious stanzas. She takes us on a quick expedition through time and ends inconclusively while accepting her ineptness to do justice to the composite patterns of time through her verses and rhymes. Aditi, while talking about her struggles with her cultural identity, starts a much needed conversation about internalized prejudice.

Inwords once again took up the herculean task of managing the Press Corps for a Model UN Conference and by the looks of it, we were quite successful in our endeavours. Vistas Model United Nations 2017 took place in the Business Management Department of the prestigious Canning College. For a more detailed coverage, do check out their Press Release.

Inwords also had the privilege of collaborating with Shankhnaad, a ground breaking organisation rooted in revolution. They are assimilating Kranti and Shanti to make the masses conducive for a political revolution. Our union with Shanknaad can be aptly described in the words of Albert Einstein who has rightly said “The Revolution introduced me to art, and in turn, art introduced me to the Revolution!”

Indeed, a holy communion.

Atharva Tewari

Editor in Chief

December 2016

This month, as this creative process furthers, we have ticked off quite a few milestones on our bucket list.

Our undertakings have varied from defending social media activism to viewing current crisis’ from an Elizabethan angle, with the banks continuing with the herculean task of gathering currency notes. Swati through her scattered sentences harmonised this twisty tragedy for us.

This month’s Nattering Negatives, our submission based column, was of the theme desert, bearing the reminder that art not only survives, but also thrives in the most desolate and dilapidated of places. While some wrote about the compliance of sand, the others acknowledged a desert’s identity as death.

While we celebrated the dreary desert, we also treasured the scope of the stormy sea, an appropriate metaphor for how our thoughts crash against the cage of our conscience. Of course we have had our dosage of disheartening dilemmas and extempore exhausting experiences as our endeavors ranged from to be to not to be. As we jumped those hefty hurdles, we had our moments too. But those cracks are something we will proudly exhibit as impressions of progression.

Imploring our journalistic cravings, we have covered two events for this month. Verbal Warfare Model United Nations was organised at the Grand JBR Hotel on the 23rd and 24th December and Inwords undertook the task of managing the all-dynamic Press Corps. Other than coming out with the stellar press release (Click Here) at the end, we were quite successful in nurturing this domain of expression and getting the media its due recognition.

Perfart India amplified our micro-cravings by getting Terribly Tiny Tales to the gates of Lucknow. A workshop was conducted by the co-founder of TTT, Chintan Ruparel on the importance of social media advertising on 26th December at Cappuccino Blast, Aishbagh. Inwords had the privilege of serving as the blog partner for the event and believe us, it wasn’t an easy one to put in words. Engrossed and wide-eyed as the mélange of mere magical 140 characters took away our breaths, we couldn’t really concentrate that well on the coverage.

While many collaborations came our way, we still have prioritized our collaboration with you. As our synergetic relationship continued to flourish, your platform has expanded quite a bit and we have so much more to come.

As the New Year arrives, so does some hope. Some hope for some good. Some hope for some bad. But hope does exist.

As this year dies, so much more is in store than what is for sale.

Atharva Tewari

November 2016

After two months full of the cringe-worthy overimposing aura of the typical festive Indian household, a contrasting void seems to have taken over our minds. December, the time when even the unbothered globally unaware Indian kid curses himself for being in India, as he watches hundreds of people scream in their TV screens as Ellen showers luxuries on them for her 12 Days of Giveaways and witnesses the Snapchat stories of his NRI cousins opening fancy hover-boards from dollar stores.

You are there, with a huge coffee mug, reading a silly but satisfying rom-com as the District Magistrate’s order to shut down schools flashes on your TV screens. December is usually the holiday season for elite Indians to flock to different destinations to witness the global fiesta after having their fair share of desirevelries. But demonetization and the lavish vacations of the elite have never quite mixed well together.

Now, we being the well known aficionados of strategic marketing, couldn’t help but take advantage of the absence of distractions. To conquer all of your exclusive attention, here we are, putting it all in words.

In this month’s issue, our endeavours have ranged from exploring how the obscured ignorance of the masses invalidates the existence of mental health to superficial beauty standards to diving into the depths of all things Donald Trump. With the kind of people whose activism is limited only to catchy tweets and hashtags, who partake in said activism only for the label of it and who take their millennial jokes as far as to write in Harambe, it seemed imperative for us to take to the initiative of restoring and better yet, reclaiming The Lost City of Objectivity. Every artist’s ideal is for people to get the most out of their works, but ‘Nattering Negatives’, our submission based column, enabled others to make the most out of their art. This month we chose the theme “mirror”, signifying how Inwords is a reflection of us and you.

Exclusivity yields impressive results but at the cost of opportunity, a price we aren’t ready to pay. Having been subjected to the insensitivity, exclusivity and elitism of the high-end platforms that arise out of their overpowering pride of being a platform, we believe that being a platform that only exhibits is not enough. We aim to establish a symbiotic relationship with you that helps us evolve as an all-encompassing platform along with simplifying the creative process for you, thus helping you grow too.

“Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.”

As we enter the last month of 2016; a year that has been the wildest, scariest of roller coaster rides, in retrospect, the first thoughts that pervade our minds pester us about lost opportunities and things that could have been and how the world, in just one revolution, evolved into the worst place to live in. However, taking a step back from our existential despair, the very next thought is about how not everything has been a waste and we start to notice the tiny specks of hope emerge, like stars slowly freckling the night sky.

We come bearing the reminder that when this month dies, not everything is closing.

Inwords is just the beginning, We open at the close.

Atharva Tewari,

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