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Kamlaish Kaul Vakil: A Legacy rooted in Resilience

On November 24, 2024, the world of journalism lost one of its most distinguished voices, Kamlaish Kaul Vakil , Editor-in-Chief of Samachar Post Daily . To honor his life and indelible contributions to journalism, the Press Club of India organized a heartfelt memorial meeting. The gathering served as a tribute to Mr. Vakil's profound legacy and lasting impact on the media industry. The event, held in New Delhi, was attended by an esteemed audience, including prominent dignitaries, journalists, and members of the legal and social communities. The memorial reflected the immense respect and admiration Mr. Vakil garnered throughout his illustrious career of over 45 years. A Gathering of Prominent Dignitaries Presided over by Gautam Lahiri , President of the Press Club of India, the event drew a host of notable personalities, including:  Adish Aggarwala , Former President, Supreme Court Bar Council,  Utpal Kaul , General Secretary, Global Kashmiri Pandit Diaspora,  Rohit Singh...

Darker shades of life

Quiet people have the loudest minds. After receiving an overwhelming response on my first poem- Window of mind. I have come back again with this new submission for not just an opinion. Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be? The poem digs down deep to the fact that how we are expected to achieve things in life and prove ourselves worthy of being out there. When actually we all are beautiful in our own creative ways but with the fear of not being accepted in a society we slowly and steadily kill ourselves from within to fit in a system which doesn't care about us or the environment we live in but just for itself. We can recall the famous quote of Albert Einstein-
"Everybody is a genius. But if you will judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it's stupid." 
  

My mind runs wild to the spaces unknown
taking all the contingencies home.
A million possibilities dwell on my mind
of what all that could have been mine.

I fear going deep within my soul.
Discovering things, which I could not own.
How every situation could have been better
I sink deep into realisation, with each silent tremor.

Overpowering feelings that breeds inside me.
Incapacitating them with a smile, I re-cite it.
My eyes have learnt to cry imperceptible tears
incarcerating every drama, distress and despair

A voice that struggles to come out in open
seamlessly, finds its way into the oblivion.
A sudden shudder wakes me up to the grim realities of life
As I clear the indelible haze off my eyes,
My soul goes through a wretched resistance.
I swallow a lump and get on with existence.

Contributed by- Rahul Vakil



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