Kavyanjali

  Only recently did I come across the concept of ecobricks. Ecobricks are basically used plastic bottles stuffed with non-recyclable plastic material to set a density.  Instead of throwing used non-recyclable plastic in waste, which will eventually end up in land fills, we can twist and stuff such plastic waste inside bottles till it gets full. Such eco bricks are used in constructions, fencing, making furniture etc. It's inspired from this idea that this castle has been built. So that it can be used to stuff the waste plastic, at the same time it occupies a corner of the house as a beautiful show piece and a constant reminder to follow a sustainable living. #Reduce-Reuse-Recycle

Seriously, reduce your screen time and you won’t regret it. Technology is brilliant and phones are super smart, agree. But what has become of us? We have become extremely clingy and dependent on our dear phones like ‘until death do us part’. The fact we are oblivious of, is that we are turning into maniacs obsessed with a small electronic device, who seriously need to get a life. De-clutter  Smart phones have solutions for everything. Track your finances, manage your tasks, create playlists of your favorite songs, set reminders for important events, find routes to your destinations, spot nearby cafes, hotels, theaters and malls; just install a few apps and everything is right at your finger tips, only a swipe away. Yes, these are of course the positive sides which we prefer to see, given the highly optimistic people that we are. But on the root level, are these apps really simplifying our lives? Or are we voluntarily becoming slaves of technology?  The better way to think about this is

  I find my writings buried deep; beneath millions of verses- phrased by people unknown; leaving me crumpled and torn.   I stare at those neglected words as my will burns down to ashes; into the dirt, my thoughts downpour; And I ask myself, 'What am I writing for?'   Is it for a chunk of money or fame?  For a name or to be best in the game? With the 'neither and nors' tied in loose knots, I stumble upon my own thoughts. When the ink stains the flawless white sheet Amidst the stacks of strokes and curves, I discover That my writings is all me; wild, natural and raw And to be myself,  the words must flow.