Eluding Tranquil

Age brings along with it perspective. Old events are seen in new light. Such paradigm shifts maybe inconsequential or insignificant, some are of modest force and in rare cases, moments of revelation, if not ephiphany. Our school had planned a visit to the women's jail on the occasion of Diwali in 2006. Sweets, clothes and toileteries were to be distributed and a skit was to be conducted to further the school's No-Crackers propaganda. The story was of a boy who was excited about burning crackers on Diwali, but ends up getting slapped, with the background CHATAAK for added emphasis of the treatment meted out to him, by his sister, mother and grandmother for the inevitable inconvenience, might I say harm, his revelries were going to cause them. Then steps in the boy's teacher who tells him how harmful crackers are and preaches him to celebrate Diwali with earthen lamps and candles. The boy learns his lesson and the usual happy ending is pursued with success. While the gifts we...

I'm the last one listening to myself. the last one to follow. preaching others all the time, while my own conscience is hollow. every day, is a day of two lives. the calm one for the world to see, and the unrestful for mine. Each day, is a day of battle. between the legitimate me, and the abhorred creation of my own mind. I lose the battle, but I will win the war. I will pull my reigns, whenever I go far. I will bask in the glory, of man's strong will. Ruminate over every action, ponder over every thought. Start with small steps, and success will not be far. I'm the God of my life. I can end all my strifes. But, I'm the last one listening to myself. the last one to follow. preaching others all the time, while my own conscience is hollow.