"No one breathes heavily just because the air is free".

Self-realization stems from the juxtaposition of simple perspectives with contradicting viewpoints. The immunity of my native to perplexing ideologies from the outside world was the confined imagination of its native, who visualize the whole world as spread around it; rather than the whole world having a negligible place segregated out to these mortals to live and if wish to progress. Thus Copernicus syndrome strained people drastically to deny and contain modern ideologies that successfully floated many inhuman and senseless customs and over-bearing traditions in a seemingly sacred and serene environment constructed through the ages by these men of the land.

It is a curse for men to be born at the transitional period of progress. Cause they belongs neither to the old nor to the new. Despite their toils they neither see the twilight nor the golden line of horizon. These victims of mesmerism just die down as if a simple time passing strategy of history. It was at this juncture that I was driven with an urge to broaden my vision and inspire a generation of people to be able to have the fruit of their labour, if not taste it. Coming from a big family of seven, where poverty was shared with happiness and concealed with pride. Where scarcity ran out in front of broad hearts and cheerful little faces. Here is a world where wishing and dreaming are just sleep inducing tactics. Choosing and knowing to choose what you want to be is often precaution against big disappointment and depression. Unconcietedly this angelic planet of ours is a thinking man's grave. Solitude resulted out of the constructed apathy of fashionable and quick living city mates, in my study place; assured me enough time to meticulously decorate that grave and authenticate it to for.

To be continued…..

It is well into when the night itself is wading into a dizzy. This breeze had been around sometime now. I think she is lost searching someone. She is yet to give me a straight look and I am sure she isn't for this crap. The Traffic lights had never been insincere and people are never stopping anywhere. I never knew, daily bread is such a big hunt for these men, when even crows are napping sound. Here is someone singing to me …’the road to hell’!