Thoughts to Words

Our brain is not an extraterrestrial substance and it should not have taken a pandemic to teach the majority of us that mental health is important.  A news release published on the World Health  Organization's  website on 5th October, 2020, stated, "WHO has previously highlighted the chronic underfunding of mental health: prior to the pandemic, countries were spending less than 2 per cent of their national health budgets on mental health, and struggling to meet their populations’ needs."  Looking at the meagre investment in the field of mental health, the theme for World Mental Health Day, 2020 is 'Mental Health for All: Greater Investment - Greater Access', as declared by the World Federation for Mental Health (WFMH). One aspect of investment is the monetary funding that we are talking about but there is work pending in the department of mindset transformation too. When it comes to my country India particularly, the underfunding in mental health is as severe as...

The tunnel was blocked and I saw no trace of light, the pain was a shark,  my strength was out of order,  the severity of my condition  was as ambivalent as the future. The misery roared inside, the mountains were oblivious, I greeted them,  described the mythical sunshine and how it worked as a relief spray. They were considerate  to exchange pleasantries. I didn't want help, so condemnation is irrelevant. I was too tired to fight, and who was I against? Myself? My mind? I estimated  the permanence of peace in death  and I slept to be cremated. I was perhaps done  with the rationale  life provided. ©songbriti

Sins percolating the pores of heaven, souteneur of sinners disparaging the nucleus of goodwill, a warped desire fraught with fire in the belly, berating the gardener and the water lilies, symbolizing humility, campaigning for devotion. Nemesis’s modus operandi  on vengeance, wasn’t exceptional. Who's the doppelganger? Who's orginal? Uniqueness dies an ordinary death. Was it even born in the first place? In the fabric of angels  contrasted with demons, grab hold of the grey skin, cast off the monochrome of compartments. Hell is as heavenly as Eden, and Heaven is on top of the power game because who bids for Hell? Providing such a hazy insurance. ©songbriti

If it wasn't for humour,  I would have collapsed  in planets I had never been to  or didn't want to go to.  They say, "You're funny." A compliment? "Thank you!  I take that as an accurate interpretation." Un-funny is feeling caught up in a rigid stiletto of customs, where my wings wonder if the stadium for laughter is passively occupied with a poorly attempted punchline. Seriously, serious is not my aptitude. I mean I did try cracking it like a joke but the ball bounced out of my court. It's like chewing neem leaves early in the morning. The bitterness doesn't go  even when the leaves have fallen into the lap of your stomach. You hunt for some sweetness as the lioness whose claws  have given up on dependence. Do I get a reserved seat  in the Happy-go-lucky department? They wouldn't select me, I can't jump around with dopamine when I want to cry while performing a parody on Trouble's insult comedy. I am funny,  but my sense of humour  ...

The session began at 8 pm. You shared about how the day has been and the highlight I listen to is that you haven't had the time to eat any meal throughout the day. I can see the exhausted look on your face right through the screen and I know how distracting hunger can be.  "Please go and eat something and we will reconnect in a few minutes." The word empathy is an action that you practice in the healthcare industry like an anthem. You have got to memorize it and meditate in its rhythmic light. My next session is at 9 pm and this one was already delayed by an hour which means my mini-break between two sessions is cut out. And that's okay because therapy is not just about talking, it is about doing what is the best for the client.  Therapy books written by renowned professionals who have been kind enough to share their wisdom have taught me a lot and one thing that I understand is experiences like these help you grow as a human being.  As your therapist when I ask you t...

The blade is drooling over the blood it has, your blood. Unperturbed by your gig of screaming, I chopped slender slices of your thumb. A minimal percentage of the deformed finger is left for you because you can suck on the fear till you graduate from my world-class school. The laptop on my desk is fully charged and I have to watch a documentary on Charles Sobhraj but you just won't shut the thumb up. You're putting ideas into my head...Sushi out of your tongue? Fuck it, I am not a fishy person. I am good, I am your expert guidance. Blabber in silence, my patience is running thin. I have done a great job on this short slideshow. Without wasting my energy put your eyes and ears on my presentation. The second slide shows the picture of a man with a burnt palm and the third one is of a woman who lost her wrist because a robber had demanded for her Apple watch. She had to pay a bomb (I mean a working wrist) for not spending her attention on his command. The following photograph is o...

The plea was audible, but governments mute, environmentalists on a rally, axes had a ready to cook sally, brokers meddled with the soil, assured trees of mutual benefits. Impelled to be of service and a novice to selfishness  the forest backpacked the family, relocated to a sea, in deep water,  they were out of depth, sinking away with generations, mermaids heard no death throes. Progess leaks of slaughter and anonymous sacrifices, from a private island, a tycoon uploads a post- 'Go Green'. ©songbriti