The Void Journal

Aditya Dhaka, 10:12 AM It is one of the enduring paradoxes of our republic that the day marking its greatest emancipation also foreshadows, albeit unwittingly, the slow erosion of the freedoms it proclaims to celebrate. Independence Day arrives each year, not merely as commemoration, but as a mirror, reflecting a nation that has travelled from the roar of Quit India to the hush of Quiet India, from defiance in the streets to obedience in the squares. For the truth is this: we did not inherit freedom fully formed, but an obligation to guard it — an obligation we have, in recent years, been derelict in fulfilling. We speak of liberty in speeches and textbooks, whilst tolerating — even applauding — laws and actions that shrink its scope. The colonial masters jailed dissent in the name of the empire; our own now jail dissent in the name of the nation. The vocabulary has changed, the instinct remains.  It is, perhaps, the greatest irony of our times that the silence once imposed upon us...

Aditya Dhaka, 6:06 pm It doesn't always begin with a black eye. Sometimes, the greatest tragedy wears a grin. That, perhaps, is the true genius of school bullying—its ability to pass itself off as “just a joke,” “just a phase,” “just kids being kids” Bacche hai chorr do, aage se nahi karenge . Alas! These phrases are the wrapping paper in which real damage is gifted, year after year, from one batch of students to the next. Behind the echo of morning bells and teacher roll calls lies an unspoken rule book—one that teaches us how to laugh when others fall and stay silent when they bleed. It is not a system designed to fail; it is a system designed to forget who failed.             Take any ordinary school corridor. To the untrained eye, it’s tiled floors and bulletin boards. But look closer, and you’ll see the battlefield: whispers sharp as switchblades, stares used as currency, reputations built and razed in the span of a lunch break. Some kids learn math. S...

Aditya Dhaka ,  6:55 p.m. Welcome to New India—where your privacy is a luxury, truth is a PR stunt, and democracy is on life support. In a land that once roared with the power of its Constitution—liberty, dignity, accountability—we now whisper under the weight of surveillance, suppression, and state-sponsored spectacle. Behind the blinding lights of election rallies, glowing press releases, and slogans that echo louder than substance, lies a silent coup against our rights. What’s being sold as reform is often repression in disguise. What’s paraded as progress is a calculated power grab. This isn’t governance—it’s gaslighting at a national scale. And if you think you’re still free, maybe it’s time to ask: who’s watching you—and why? THE DIGITAL PERSONAL DATA PROTECTION ACT, 2023 It was branded as a step toward securing citizens' digital rights, is ironically one of the most dangerous tools of state overreach in recent memory. While claiming to uphold privacy, it grants the Unio...

Aditya Dhaka, 7:47 p.m. In a world where everything feels disposable—relationships, habits, even our time—the idea of sustainability takes on a much deeper meaning. Living sustainably isn't just about reducing waste in the traditional sense; it’s about resisting the culture of excess that seeps into every corner of our lives. We live in a society that often treats people as replaceable and experiences as fleeting. We scroll past meaningful moments, buy things we don’t need for a dopamine hit, and let connections wither because building them back takes effort. So, can we truly live sustainably in a world that encourages us to discard rather than preserve? Think of all the emotional "waste" we generate. Failed friendships, ghosted conversations, unspoken words—we leave behind pieces of ourselves without pausing to repair or reflect. Living sustainably here means holding onto what matters, mending relationships instead of tossing them aside when they no longer feel convenien...