Sale! Sale! Sale! The biggest one that you have ever seen. Come and grab whatever you can. Brain on sale, Body on sale, goods on sale, Railway is on sale, even people are on sale. The things that are going in debt are on sale guys. See, selling has become the only motto. You see higher education is becoming tougher day by day. Less seats, less people can appear and get in. It is because there's a trap. The more qualified you become, the more question you ask, so there is less chance of exploitation. The less you know, the less you ask, the better chance to exploit more and more. There's a whole lot of propaganda behind this selling. As we all know-" Change is the most permanent thing ", so it's time to change. Change to change permanent thing into temporary ones. No fixed life, no job, no salary. Everything is on contract. Hope this selling offer of the whole country will come to an end soon. 

History, it's not the absolute. It keeps on changing. Power changes so does history. History has been manufactured and still it is in the process ... History that is dead and gone has no use. Oh sorry! It has actually, in qualifying civil services. People mug up the whole civilisation's history, get good positions, write good speeches for authoritative spineless, brainless creatures, frame policies,etc etc. History has never been lucid, unbiased from one's narration. Today will become a history tomorrow but in a different version in a better outlook. So, what kind of history we have to create and craft? Don't look back for a glorious one. It has never been. History;a handmade body of belief. Create it, make it, renovate it!! History has made pauper a Prince. History repeats itself. Today's reign tells us about the dictatorial government that is kind of one man army, who takes the whole decision. Here comes the good days!! That will be written in golden letters for the readers of future to proclaim their past Glorious. 

"The Pen is mightier than the Sword", an old one, right? It has the relevance even now. Sword has killed people brutally, even pen can choke one's voice. Throughout the history sword has exerted enormous authority on humankind. It has enslaved everyone. It can be illustrated with the examples of - Napoleon, Alexander the great, Hitler, etc. Their terror have seized the heart and mind of people. Even pen's voice was stumbling then. Still people proclaim pen is mightier. The dichotomy is that sword's power has always kept pen's sovereignty underneath, nevertheless, time and again people have tried to put on their views but, in a silent manner. Sword's power has always dazzled out the fleeting glory of 'mightier' pen. There isn't any literal sword today but yes the metaphorical one will always exist and it will decide the beats and the rhythms on which pen will Dance forever and ever!! 

Our foster mother "Earth"

What if one day we get up from our sleep and see that our "mother earth" is no more our mother. We witness that she is behaving with us the way we did for so long. No more rains but tars and oil are falling on us. Garbage is being thrown at us. People are being cut down to make artifacts, decorative items, to showcase in museums as extinct species. How beautiful the earth would look without humankind! The way we are consuming the natural resources will deplete everything soon. Our foster mother can become furious and certainly show us the severest behavior. Start pondering, what would be the fate of humanity if our mother starts plundering us? Earth has given us Hermione's bag so that we can make ourselves habitable then why we are trying to open Pandora's Box? Do we behave with our mothers with the same attitude? Think before Pandora opens her box. Once Adam and Eve were abandoned by the God for eating the forbidden apple. We too, are doing all the forbidden things and should be ready for the fate which would be an eternal punishment like Prometheus. We are tearing and torning apart the green clothes of her, and in resistance, she is letting us breathe the poisonous air.

I read about Newton's first law while I was in school, every action has an equal and opposite reaction', but can literally feel it now. The whole world is engrossed in hatred, atrocities and committing crimes. And in the answer to it, our mother is furiously erupting lava, shaking the imbalances and burying them alive in her lap. What if one day in an enormous rage she thinks to engulf everything present and what if she turns the world upside down? There are many ifs and buts, but no answer! There was one Adam and one Eve, now we have countless numbers of Adams and Eves. There isn't one Pandora's Box, but rather we have boxes and all have been opened up. So, it's difficult to shut the box. Either we should move towards preserving our mother earth or we should tie our belts and get ready for the turbulence. Before our mother loses her patience and infuriates, we should take the oath that we'll not pollute, plunder and pluck the bounties of our Mother. She is the preserver and destroyer too, let's witness the peaceful, calm and composed side of the motherhood not the enraged, envious and monstrous one.

Travelling!! Her only dream. She has always fantasies to go on the longest ride, wanted to cover the roads on her Bike. Yeah, it(bike) was her only love. She wanted to go on Hills in her heels. She was on her way to the mountains, where she could listen to her echoed voice. She was telling herself that," she is the most important person for herself". She was touching the clouds, filling her pockets with eternal happiness. The happiness that will not end like her petrol does!! She was just more than a body and flesh. She was a girl, a traveller, a writer, a living person... Oh, It was just a dream! An amazing one like J.K Rowling's, "Harry Potter". She is on her bed, messed up in her saree. She gets up and directly walk towards the kitchen. She has to cook food for her family. Yeah, she is a wife, a mother and her duty is to make everyone happy. She can only travel in her dreams!! Who asks a housewife that what were her dreams? A housewife has no goals, no ambition, no hobbies neither her own life. Rekha has thousands of dreams and desires like every other girl in the world. Her parents never bothered to ask whether she was happy being married before being independent. She was a part of bourgeois-where income is never sufficient in fulfilling the desires. But, indeed it wasn't her fault to be a dreamer. Nevertheless, she got married and was trapped in the culture of family building. She became a mother soon after and only a mother can understand the sacrifices she has to make to see her child happy and delighted. Everybody was happy around as She has been married off to be sacrificial, devotional, loving, caring and a good woman. And with utmost honesty, she was performing her duties.
Rekha was a perfect model of the institution which prepares women for being a sensible gild then a caring sister, an obedient daughter, and a submissive wife. She never questioned and never got the answers as well. But with the passage of time, she became mechanical in performing her duties without knowing and asking for her rights. Once sitting on her armchair in the noon when nobody was at home- children at school and husband at the office, she was the only soul left to talk with. To pass her time she was flipping the photo album of her college days when she was chirpy, vocal and spontaneous. She had charm, she was beautiful! She always led her squad flawlessly. She was lost in the vent of memories when she had dreams, she was always teased by the name- daydreamer. Wh knew then that all her dreams will remain a dream which she can only see while sleeping. She had a life then which brought few teardrops. She wanted her life back!
Rekha got up from the chair and stood in front of the mirror. She started comparing herself with the image in the photo album. The girl was a lot different from this woman standing in the front of the mirror. The girl was carefree and childish while this woman has to take care of two children and her husband, she is responsible and careful. She has lost her charm while taking care of everyone.SHe was looking at herself after a long time. Her eyes full of tears wasn't able to show her the correct reflection. She started rubbing the mirror with her saree thinking the mirror was not cleaned up properly. Later she realizes it was her tears which made her own reflection blur. That point was the point of transition of her life. She has flummoxed what to do and how to do? She does not want to die with the regret of not living her life as per her wishes. She does not want to be known as somebody's wife and her children's mother. She thought and came to the conclusion that she has to live her life. She put her points in front of her family and to her surprise, they did not understand. After all, she is a wife and a mother. If she will leave everything behind who would look after her children? Who will be there for her husband at times of break down? Nonetheless, she is just a woman, a married woman a body and flesh! which is always been used to wife the feet and used as a stair in achieving the goal. She- a woman is always a pillar of success whose usefulness is never appreciated! And with the disagreement of her family, her dreams died in her heart...

Wretched eyes craving for rain. Swollen foot dragging in the land. Burdened shoulders carrying horrow for breaking up the land, has a dream to fulfill his dream,not to buy a house and have a home. But, to end the darkness of poverty, disease and disdain. They don't want to fill their cupboards with new collection of clothes, only to cover their naked soul.
Some stars must have played some bad tricks against them,as our feeders are dying in want of food! 

Noises everywhere, shirking people blowing horns mixed with dust and smoke, trying to overtake each other as they have to win a battle. Red signal is on but vehicles are still on its ignition. Even after watching advertisements everyday  to save fuel and to save life,everyone is wasting it efficiently. Life is all about running whole life from one end to another beginning and get stuck at the cliff but, suddenly when one stops to count the penance, they are actually left with nothing except some thousands of bucks in account. Those bucks can't give you back  your energy and vigor. So, Live life, it's like camphor;it's importance lies in its power of burning. 

 The Silent Night!!
It embraces silence, eternal peace and everlasting thirst of darkness. It gives me solemn aura to be with myself. To ponder like devil and act like an angel. Night is all about display of fireworks, it's a shadowy moment..no fear ..no pain..no mask..no task. Only pure and true figures that one can see out everywhere. 

A Beautiful Start!!

Life is all about a beautiful start, doesn't matter whether you start early or late, the thing that only matters that you have started. And here it goes- my very first post landed here.