Because who doesn't want to be special?

Having been a little inspired by all those boring lectures on life and aim in life in school, surprisingly I have a vision now. I'm tired of looking at others and thinking how lucky THEY are (read:Kate Middleton). They're great public figures. They've done something special and have a huge fan following. (Also read:Nina Dobrev). But they are always THEY. Someone ELSE. Not ME. These feelings are not only confined to the media, to the glamour world. From politicians who have power to billionaires who have numerous cars to even normal students in school. Students who inspired others and me by doing something proud. Like written a novel, or won a gold medal in sports or  toppers in academics. Young scholars sprouting from among us. It's  incredible. For a moment there is a feeling of awe, followed by a little green ray of jealousy. Why always THEM why not ME. I did cross this hurdle of becoming a part of THEM when I became the student sub-editor of my school. For years I had been looking upto the council members and wondering how lucky THEY were and now I am there. It feels hellacious! 

This feeling was yet again achieved when my band, Dictated Democracy, performed in a competition Yet again I wasn't one among the crowd. I was there on the stage. I was one of THEM. The feeling was beyond great.
So having said all this I have a vision. I want to do something big something great which gets me a title that others have an eye for. I want to be placed in the most desirables' shoes and feel what it's like. I want to be a part of THEM where others are dying to get into MY shoes.

The Forbidden Fruit

                                                       

The world is broken, fraught with lies, murders, assassins and corrupt ruthless humans. Why are they even called humans when so inhumane is their nature?  Humans live on discrimination. To be more powerful than someone pleases them, gives them a sense of security. Such is the human nature that even if we all were to belong to the same caste. colour, creed, worship the same God, live in the same territory, we would find another reason to be prejudiced against.

It is hard not to be tempted to the sinful fruit pulped with wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy and gluttony. The seven deadly sins. The short-term gains are alluring. It is over-whelming to see two brothers raised by the same mother be filled with so much malice with not even a tear to shed if they killed each other.

What does man not do to satisfy his greed?  The flame of selfishness burns brightly in his eyes. Pride swallows modesty. Chivalry has died. Our life is all about being ostentatious. It is a gamble of the worth of our jewels, clothes and cars, of the number of followers or the number of ‘likes’.

As soon as this bubble of fame and luxury pops and all our valuables go down the drain, that is when we close our eyes  and repent but unfortunately we realise it is just too late to undo what has already been done.

               

Peace And War

A very small passage but as said earlier I write when I am interested.

Over the endless seas peace and war met.

The environment reverberated,dreading this sacrilegious meet.

A horizon of joys and pains, of victories and losses, 

of agony and happiness, of death and rebirth loomed in the sky.

Peace sang a melodious lullaby while war screeched a cacophony.

The harsh sound of death-feeding war dominated the soothing tune of love.

But gradually the comforting tune of peace swallowed the discordant sound

and with a blazing white flash, war fell on the ground.

The Past, Present and Future

She lay there in the dark,

Still and stark,

Alone yet in company,

For there lay infront of her

The dead body.

In the candle light,

She sat with her only companion,

Staring at it,

As the corpse lay still.

She touched his cold body,

And then hers,

Trying to find the resemblance

For he was her  last blood relation.

There he lay,

Her father’s father,

Who had raised her, groomed her, and assisted her

At every step of her life.

He was her only link with the past,

Her only advisor in the present,

And her only counselor for the future.

And as she sat there,

Both the bodies in the shadow of peace,

Though he had eternal peace,

While she had a peace metaphorically

For in her head,
She pondered over the stories of her grandfather,

Who was her only mother and father.

But she was wise,

She knew not to waste time,

For an important job awaited its completion.

She got up and moved on

With only one thought in her mind,

As said truly by her grandfather:

“Child I have not much to live

So remember that once I’m gone,

I become the past,

You are the present,

And what you may do,

Plans the future.”