A settling whirlpool served, contained within a circular steel walled vessel, which fits within the palm of my hand. Bubbling with energy of my young effervescent mind. Brimful with the bribe offered to wake me up every morning – until middle school – or so I think. It’s fragrance meandering, reaches my nostrils, drawing out memories of lazy mornings from forgotten corners of my pulpy, boxed up brain. It’s colour, the colour of my clothes on a rainy August evening, boasting my boisterous endeavours on mudroads leading to my house. Each sip a reminder of humble taste we collectively admired. Back when it came in just two flavours. Back when I completed with my siblings to be the first one to be handed the drink. Back when my taste and appetite determined food intake, not the blemishing glances from friends and passersby. Back when no one scorned at my choice of drinks. With each sip my thrist for something vicious fades away. Sipping the last drops, licking the remains adhering to the sides of the vessel, innocence grips onto me. The world seems to be a better place to live in… Even with whirlpools in it.

In other words… I had a tumbler of simmering Horlicks last weekend. A drink I don’t remember having in over a decade.

Older men declare war…

“Older men declare war but its the youth who should fight and die.”
-Herbert Hoover


This seems to be so true in this era where conflict and war is deemed to be absolutely inevitable and it is innocent-mostly the youth-who have to bear the brunt.

The young loose their childhood and innocence at times of conflict to destruction and bloodshed. Horrific, dangerous, life threatening encounters have a huge impact on them and their perception towards life.

Young adults loose their youth to fruitless wars. At the moment when they are filled with enthusiasm and potential to realise their dreams and shape their lives, such unfortunate events seems to leave them morally void, directionless and vulnerable to forces of power.

People might argue that at times like these the country needs the assistance and support of the youth to fight for their nation and be termed as glorious warriors, but it is again the youth who are sought for to get their country back on its feet again. A life lost cannot be gained. With them goes the opportunity of having a better life a better tomorrow. their boundless potentials remain unmapped appear only as a statistic of a dreadful war that took place.