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The River that Spoke

February 20, 2016

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Picture This (Fundamental education, lost ?)

It’s nearly afternoon, there is not even a single white cotton ball growing in the field of blue crop above, just a lonely sky, engulfing the planet. The Sun is about to go into its prime state. To further elucidate it, you must know this is not the winter Sun which is all pleasant and warm in the cold but instead is the scorching summer ball of fire. Now imagine a bus stand on the left side. This is a normal bus stand-unclean, broken and ill-maintained; an individual named Droid sits here taking shelter in shadow of this structure from the heat and waiting for a particular public transport vehicle to arrive, to take him to his destination. Two roads flowing like asphalt rivers in front of him and yet somehow stationary. The vehicles on them try to move as fast as they can but excessive traffic forces each one of them to crawl. Beyond the bustle of these machines and opposite to the bus stand lies a glass building; all high and tall, its boundary separating it from the relativ

Life is a catchup game

Recently I visited the Buddh International circuit to witness the T1 Prima Truck Racing event. Yes, truck racing. There is always something exhilarating about a race track and the weather that day just amplified the atmosphere many a folds. And despite the various air horns and whistles blowing everywhere around the circuit’s main grand stand, the rain accompanied with cold winds brought a certain amount of calmness to the whole environment at the circuit. The qualifying round consisted of eight laps and a total of six teams competed head to head for various positions. And even though the performances by various artists in the pre-main show event were good, their audio was not properly audible to me. Maybe because it was a circuit meant for racing and not for some rhythmic musical showcases by some talented people, or maybe because I was too eager to hear the sound of the rumbling engines. The event began and off went the trucks speeding and cruising their way over th

The Language Constriction

Now, I might be of a short stature here, when I say that sometimes I feel my thoughts are constricted by the bounds that are represented by a particular language barrier. Maybe it’s because I don’t know have an enriched vocabulary or maybe there are too many words to remember and also I might be lacking in the ability to recall and use the right phrases at a particular suitable instant. But what I feel is that the language was developed by the top class people or the so called high minded people so that they can convey their thoughts to the feeble minded, thoughts which would make them the natural selected rulers. The weak minded gazed and listened with amazement to these words, which rang a bell of resonance that a person with such strong voice and astounding choice of words must be great. We started looking for a voice in our leaders through their words rather than in our own unique thoughts and our own individualistic tone. And I am not being completely negative here, as lang

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