iVision Youth Parliament 2025 – Telangana Youth for the World

A Journey of Vision, Courage & Collective Will (Sept–Dec 2025)

A reflective essay by Anjali Gupta, Academic Lead, Ikshana

A Heartfelt Note From the Cocoon of Creation

There is a part of this journey that lives outside Mandals, meetings, or events.
It lives quietly in the long, unseen hours — the ones where an idea grows its wings.

Before iVision Youth Parliament existed on paper, it existed as endless conversations between me and my son. Long, wandering discussions at the dining table, in the car, on late evenings when the world was quiet. We spoke of possibilities, of structure, of what children in government schools truly needed. We argued, refined, rewrote, and imagined — again and again.

What began as iMUN slowly transformed — by necessity, by instinct, by vision — into what would eventually become iVision Youth Parliament. Not through one breakthrough moment, but through hundreds of tiny moments stitched together with persistence.

Then came Dr. Rajiv, bringing with him clarity, academic steadiness, and the courage to question things until they fit. Those days were a loop of drafting, re-drafting, discarding, rebuilding, returning, refining…
Papers everywhere.
Charts.
Plans.
Frameworks.
Hours and hours of “What if we…?” and “Should we change…?”

Two systems running side by side:
my son’s mind working in lightning-quick logical sprints,
my own mind weaving structure and philosophy together.

Some days we felt close.
Some days nothing worked.
Some days we wondered if this idea would ever come alive.

And then — a shape began to appear.
A structure.
A pulse.
A possibility.

The day we brought Sakshi in, something clicked. Her quiet efficiency, her sincerity, and her eye for detail made her an irreplaceable part of this story. Suddenly, the rough edges began to smooth out.

Then came the phase of approvals, proposals, CTC calculations, edits, fine-tuning, and the delicate dance of ensuring the vision remained pure while the document became administrative. Sheets, budgets, corrections, rewording, shifting paragraphs, replacing terms — phew. The kind of work only passion can justify.

And then… the moment.
The message.
The approval.

A rush of relief first.
Then… euphoria.

We had created something out of literal scratch —
out of a sentence,
a thought,
a wish whispered aloud.

From nothing but belief.

And today, to see that small spark turn into a district-wide movement —
into children speaking, imagining, leading —
feels like watching a quiet dream finally stretch its wings.