The Societal Regenerative Blog

Welcome to the world’s heritage city, a proud home to several glories of our past, preserved carefully in the jovial and patriotic surroundings of the beautiful city of Ahmedabad. Ahmedabad witnesses a colorful blend of several castes, religions and communities, which gives rise to the diversity in the monuments it showcases. The mutual respect and harmony that the people cherish here is indeed another wonder of the world! Whenever you come to Ahmedabad, you would experience a grave dilemma. Where to go? How to plan a trip in such a manner that you cover all cultural aspects of this beautiful city? This article is indeed a cure to this confusion of ours! The below mentioned places are a must visit! Sabarmati Ashram: What could be better than starting your trip with the holy visit to the place where the history of our country was written, which proudly was the home to the father of our Nation, Our Bapu, Gandhiji. As you enter the Sabarmati Ashram, you witness a unique blend ...

                          MY TRUE SELF? Poet: Aryan Thoria Repeated in my delicate ears, Connecting the nerves, with my oppressed brain, In an attempt to demoralize an innocent, Were the taunts, questioning my true self. You are a fool, have no sense! You are a filthy, have no status! You are insolent, lack a decent upbringing! You are so ugly, not friend-worthy? Sat by the riverside, as a lonely traveller, I looked at the reflection staring at me, Am I so bad? Questioned my reflection, Leaving a delicate individual, with lost self - esteem. Am I a fool? I run a shop to support a living, To bring a smile on my siblings’ faces, I fufil the duties of my star-like parents, Do my bad grades question my senses and abilities? Am I filthy? I dress untidily, With clothes full of grease, hair untidily combed, To buy new clothes for my dear brothers, Does it question my inner purity? Am I insolent? To reply back, Back to...

                                          BREAKING BARRIERS In the ancient world of greatness, thrived a magnificent latitude, where all the people displayed pureness, crowning them with a positive attitude. All the problems were resolved, all the evils dissolved, with a courageous smile on the face, with a newfound hope in the interspace. As the times turned chapters, as the generations metamorphosized, so emerged a world of characters, pessimistic, dull and terrorized. A society so formulated, where indifference achieved the peak, where all good deeds retaliated, where negative emotions suppressed the geek. On the happening streets of the city, robbery, murder, violence prevalent till the core, where none showed pity, all entangled by the barriers of the bad, on the more. One day a wave spread all over, the mighty wave of revolution, where the Almighty told the m...

                                          The Traveler In the world where vices are great, where one's goodness is never paid, a traveler dreamt of spreading glee, amongst the poor, deprived of the downcast sea. The traveler went from street to street, distributing happiness, so sweet, and soon became everyone's dear, for he considered honesty, his sphere. One day, a storm knocked the door, and destruction prevailed till the core, the traveler was wrongly blamed, against his 'wrong' deeds, hatred tamed. The winds whispered in the busy streets, the traveler's misdeeds, the whole world blamed a saint, who now blamed his destiny's taint. The traveler didn't succumb to allegations, the heartless society's allegations, and stood up against all odds, slashing incriminations by the odds. The storm was now silent, after causing the destruction so vi...

                                    They said: It was my fate! Crossing the barriers crumbling me, Spreading my little world with glee, Had set I to emerge over all odds, To purify an existence, breaking all locks. Engineering a passion, management a boon, Who knew? Could be suppressed by a heartless goon. Travelled to the city to make a future, Who knew? My life would take the worst juncture. Excelled in the work, a sole dream, To inspire other women, experiencing my dream, Who knew? Success would not be well received, And would suppress my entire deed. That night robbed, My precious honor, my own self, Oh dear, was a terrible aspect, Of the heartless society’s brutal-mental cassette. I laid down on the devastated earth, Drained of all my strength, Pondering over a single thought, Was this a result of dreaming, in a humanity drought? So did I muster up courage...