Blogs by Ruhani Bachhal

Welcome aboard, passengers. As we delve deeper into this thought-provoking post, I would like you to read it until the very end. Recently, my school bid farewell to a big portion of 10th graders through a Good Luck Party. Although I have always been a pretty outgoing person this entire time, yet I was not one of those who knew many people from batches other than their own's. It made a little sense to me, I chose to be an ambivert. I met many of my seniors through co-curriculars, and I realized each time that they are a bunch of truly amazing people. (For ref.- I am currently a 9th grader [as of 2023-24]) I got the opportunity to anchor through the show, make the introductory speech, introduce games and perform the 'Titles Ceremony' of one of the four sections of 10th (if you're acquaint with the Indian Schooling System, this shouldn't be hard to decipher). The preparations for this programme went on for a week and nothing had felt better and more whimsical than the

Hues of golden As they reflected the sun And captivated the borough too Aligned like a frame,  the Dubai Frame set in my eyes...beaucoup. Nothing but the changing colours of the road Indicated the switch of lands and so, the Persian Gulf glowed Serene so the Land of Father of Gazelle and opulent to boot My soul was startled and the ochre-mirrored buildings stood aloft. I gazed across the sparkling waters and the Capital Gate caught my eyes Twisted, crooked and warped, the edifices, their architects and engineers had it all really wise. Adding to the magic sprawled the Louvre Abu Dhabi, whose abstract and delusional beauty would strike any tourist like a train The Gulf around it glowed intact, sure from them was dopamine in my every vein.                                                                                                                                     ~Ruhani Bachhal They say and I believe - 'It is never too late.' Marhaban , mortals.  I am as desperate as you n

Mesmerised I was still Not at the city But the little world that was just enough to speak the past of the Emirates Those grains of the sand were miraculous too Their colour, their lustre, their flawlessness were intact yet Mesmerised I was still Not at the architecture But the architecture-lessness of the scene The sunset didn't escape my eyes until  it had disappeared into the orange-pink heaven Mesmerised I was still Because I had just seen one of those few places Sapients eloped to From the havoc of this chaotic world Mesmerised I was still Not at the city But the golden dunes of the desert That spoke to me in the belief that I would understand Nonetheless, this young girl wasn't learned enough So she stood there very still without any verses to come from her; the silence was loud, and those dunes took it as their praise.                                                                                                 ~Ruhani Bachhal Ladies and gentlemen, marhaban yet again! Y

Miraculous was the sea Miraculous was the air Miraculous was the sand of the beach from the desert Miraculous were the buildings and so were the religious denominations Miraculous were the people Locals, as well as the migrated ones, there With the discovery of oil and the toil Of a tandem of decades Are there now the miracles We are left jaw-dropped because of which Yes, oh dear old soul I talk of the seven Emirates That united for the good, thus are now called together- United Arab Emirates.                                     ~Ruhani Bachhal Ladies and gentlemen, marhaban!   This Emirates trip was another wise decision my parents took, and glamorous too is my tale of being there for seven wholesome days. It was the evening of March 14th when I could finally get a hold of the doorknob of my hotel room, starving and chilling; yes, sceptical indeed. It was a long day of travelling and by the time we landed at Sharjah International Airport, I could not feel my brain inside my skull beca

Do you know that it's not just you who is wrapped in this feeling of inadequacy? The world is! At least all the adolescents in the world. Hola everyone! Wishing y'all a fantastic 2023 as another chapter begins :D Lately, out of nowhere, I found myself struggling with insecurities. Many of them. Reason if I were to explain, I just couldn't. I questioned my individuality. And my biggest mistake was that I didn't talk about it with my parents and now that would be called 'intentional helplessness', which wasn't wise at all. My insecurities took away the best of me and my state was similar to that of a boiling frog. My mental health became a blunder. One reason that made it worse was pulling all-nighters to prepare for my examinations and trash-canning my body clock. Feeling I wasn't enough to stand all by myself in public, at one point, I had lost all motivation in me. I couldn't care less about what I looked like to others. I didn't even try neglec

 “ Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise again…’’ Horrid faces, starving stomachs, broken hearts, threadbare treatments and everything that we experienced left us torn apart. However, everything has to have an end and so this cruel phase had one too. And with it, the Covid-19 Pandemic left us a number of meaningful chapters to keep re-reading for life.  Before the gordian knot was cut, we realized the significance of perspective during the pandemic. As its scent took over the air and lockdowns were announced, the world shut down but we did not stop because ahead of us laid countless things to discover, both justified and groundless. Thus, above all, the pandemic trained our mindsets into how to see the good in every situation. With a mindset like that came optimism and patience. We manifested the good and waited for it enduringly when at last we could convince ourselves for a life time that good things take time that is always worthy. Many of us even lost our loved ones