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Longing for heartsease, I signed up for the Fuel Human Festival as soon as I saw Deepak Ramola’s Instagram post, in the midst of my IBDP Examinations. However nervous, I penned down my application to venture to a place brimming with the rays of hope surrounded by like-minded people. An absurd idea for the consensus to attend the Festival resonating wisdom after knocking-down the board examinations, I found two of my close friends looking forward to diving into the ocean of wisdom. The hectic train travel to Jaipur followed by the chaotic bus journey to Dehradun, our excitement had already depreciated, thanks to the Ministry of Road Transport and Highways. The deteriorating excitement and exhaustion reached to its unbearable after an elongated wait in Dehradun before we finally boarded the festival bus to head to the venue. The serene location was surrounded by the essence of the countryside on the right and the majestic Mussoorie on its left, recharging my batteries of enthusia

I always love to hear my dad's childhood experiences of life not just because he is my inspiration, but because of his hardships and poverty he encountered which did not stop him from evolving as an established professional.  Prepping myself to head for an outing with my friends on Sunday afternoon, I wore a creasy peach shirt and wrinkled black pants. And there, my dad called me and of course, scolded me. But I know how to tackle his anger, and so I channelised his rage into a life-lesson asking him about his experiences of ironing clothes. But  my very first question was evident, contemplating his childhood.  Thus, the conversation goes, "Hey Dad! I wonder, did you iron your clothes in your childhood?", I curiously asked, channelising his anger.  To which he replied, "So what we were poor and had patches on our clothes I would present myself in the best manner I could from the available resources." "Were you inspired by someone you saw i

I’m a 17-year-old  religious  high-school student. It was three years back I transformed into a religious fellow. Why? Believing in God prevents me from exercising anything immoral and against human principles. The belief in God’s existence would resonate confidence in me because I know what bad I am going through in my life will be cured by God sooner or later. It persuades me to meditate and attain a connection with the Almighty. My hopes remain alive in the worst scenarios just because I know that God would do, something and get me through it, and this works not only because he does something, but also because I will now put more efforts. Believing in the Almighty has nothing to do with the awful things that exist in the world. If we would have been following his essence and philosophies, there shall be  no  problems that would arise, believe it or not! Instead, being faithful in God would refrain me and everyone else from doing something dreadful. The Almighty is th