EMOTIONAL WARFARE.
When It comes to me, I can write kilometers of tell tale stories, emphasizing on the distance and also measuring up to it, the length of the accomplishments in my life.
When it comes to the first assortment of my life's undertakings, it seemed to be a cakewalk!!
The second assortment is a dream walk because, hurdles, blockages seemed to be a constantly continual. I had to impede after every step. I am still in the second lot which can be intensely classified into a few intense sub-styles which together coalesce into my overall lifestyle!!
I would not describe my first lot as it would be common to all of us here, and my readers would take it as a joke that it is obviously a part of everyone's life.
Kids as usual, live the paramount part of their lives in their own way. Once they mature to become grownups all they face is nothing but the adversities of life.
Basically, the crux of the above lines would be that I lived the unsurpassed part of my life in my kid hood!!
So guys enough of summarizing, what I would do is just get to the point as soon as possible.
I was 16 when I came to my senses. I dreamt of becoming a successful person. First when I realized myself was when I started developing a liking for Zoology. I started dreaming of becoming a Doc. I thought I would turn out to be one. But white coats were not designed for black heads like me. My dream remained unfulfilled, totally, completely. An authorized way of unfruitful gesture was offered by me as prayers to Lord Balaji. I was shattered but the pieces were still glued together and were being made ready to face auxiliary blows. It happened naturally. No external forces whatsoever could touch me.
Me already a BLACKHEAD turned into Black Gammon. Pessimism filled my soul and its rains along with Tears of Sorrow, became a part of my alive self. But still, some of my stars had some faith in my potential energy and they showed me the way to burn it off!!I got an admission into technological college, where if I traditionally strived hard to obey the Law of Conservation for my Energy also, with little effort, I could make way to lighting up everyone's lives. But I decided to work on uneven distribution, and realized after four years of immense hardships that, a just good at everything can't dream high. Dreams are meant for a dyed-in-the-wool lot where decisions come from the horse's mouth, and they themselves are horses.
Utterly distressed, I cursed my striking stars. But after some typical struggle, I found my Magus at 19.Magus recognized my perilous self. I thought, I will reach the magical pinnacle by stepping on my Magus' Cranium until later, when I realized that, The Magus does not qualify our eligibility criteria, at the fundamental level itself. I developed a hatred for the criterion (I regret that too) in order to get closer to Magus, but, Magic is a subset of a Miracle which got me away from my roots. I lost my serenity. My life became a sin.
Still my roots were strong and I continued to dream about the impossible Magical happenings. But miracles could feel my intense love for Magus, and I got my first sense of the touch of Magic. It was a typical sense of Utopia. But I was suddenly awakened by the loud alarming hisses of customs and traditions. These new devils in my fairy tale threatened me. Though technological and ethical mind gave me full support, there were a few demons, which both my mind and I could not defeat. Magus remained untouched, unattainable but an unstoppable dream.
But this led to another sub style. I got two new comrades to play with, Fortune and Misfortune. But this new found friendship was such that they alternated their presence. Never did they even try to be together, But, Mis-fortune loved my company. Fortune just liked to come to my door, ring the doorbell and go away, by making me over delighted at its presence. Two years, I played with them. I expected both at different times, but both landed in front of when they were least expected.
No Euphoria even at its earnest Pathological Sensation was witnessed by my gorgeous stars whatsoever. Even when my door-friend was at my door, I could not see the doors of Euphoria Villa. All ways were fogged with clear invisibility. Life played Hide and Seek with we three friends in which no one ever won. Sometimes, my door friend could make it somehow to enter my villa and spend some time but the other one always drove it away.
Ironically, I completed this game and waited for another race desperately, some earning or more fame which would boost my means of making a penny in future. Magus still playing his Background music took my life under control. Powerful as it was, it could show the extremes of the real world in my hibernation. Underground was my soul and I was still able to make out the superficial thunderstorms. But life made me wait with desperation and put my foot in every boat, thinking of a link with my aptitude. I struggled to make a place for myself. I went upstairs and descended down with a thud, slide down the stairs of success.
But every dog has his day. I got through a medium lucratively. It was quite transparent at the commencement. Though the medium is transparent, opaque stones are not always brittle. I could make a certain place in the medium, with my talent and could value myself. But my door friend who had knocked my villa's door sometime ago had left a note which is still unread. The unread note, may have a link to the my life's treasure, or possibly will know the day on which my Magus could traditionally cross the customary borders and we could form the ethical couple or could be evidence for the path in which I could become my own Ethical Role Model.
But, till I read the memorandum I continue to stay in the same race, in the contest where, I expect returns without endeavor, in the chase where Technology is still not able to find the right munitions store to fight life's EMOTIONAL WARFARE.
May God Bless All the souls on this Earth.
Readers, Believe in you
Hey friends,
I am Himabindu, I have joined this forum coz, i have nowhere to share my grief, my unhappiness and show the unruly world to people.
If you like my article, then just pray for my happiness,
but if you do not like it, do not curse me................
