MARRIED TO LIFE

           

                                                            

A flash of my cell phone told me that it was eight in the morning and I was still in bed, which was unusual of me in any of the other times of the year. It was my holiday and it was my 10 year old favourite annual ritual of spending the vacation at Meghana’s place. She was my dearest friend for years now. It was her constant complaint that I over worked; she always called me a workaholic which I did not deny. For me working was synonymous to living. It is my pride that I chose what I should do with my time and what I chose had me working every single moment. Basically I am an educator in a primary school, a professor of psychology department in an evening college and a number of other activities and interesting people occupied my schedule every day, and every day was different than the other, I made it so. Imaginably I hardly had the time for a “do nothing” break. But it was Meghana’s concern that I did have one. She insisted every year that I pay her and her daughter a visit, where and when I myself got pampered limitlessly with the luxuries of laziness! 

So, finally when I made my decision to wake up, I tucked my blanket around little Maya, Megha’s five year old daughter, who was still asleep and got out of the room.

 “You can’t sleep longer, can you?”   It seemed like she herself woke up only a little before.

 “I have already broken my record of late mornings.”  

“O come on! It was 2 in the morning when you told me good night, baby”, we always talked late into nights, about everything and about nothing. Our talks ended for the night only when my eye lids unknowingly shuts down because it cannot keep up any longer. “I don’t want to sleep away all the time I have with you buddy.”

I settled in the balcony, where I waited for her to bring our tea. With nothing much to do I signed in to Facebook. My wall was loaded with Radhika’s pics, it seemed that she had returned from her honey moon and have shared all the pics she thought she could. Radhika is another one of my best friends recently wedded the man who embodied all her expectations (or so she thought as of now). In all her pics, they were both smiling and laughing extremely enjoying their marital bliss, there was no doubt she deserved all this. I posted my comment happily infected by her happiness with my hearty wishes for the handsome couple. Just in time Megha found me grinning big looking at my tablet.

Impulsively I showed her Radha’s photographs. Sadly Radha’s happiness did not seem to touch her. In fact she lost even the little smile she had. She just said mostly to herself “It all begins like this, hope that it does not end for her like it did for me.” I felt ashamed for not being thoughtful enough. The images brought memories of her own unsuccessful marriage which she was trying hard to forget. Regretting my action, I patted her, she gave me a sad smile, “Not everyone could get as unlucky as I did right? “ She paused. ”I know it is foolish to sulk every time I see a happy couple though it reminds me of my wounds.” I felt uncomfortable for the bad scene. Right then,  Maya came running and huddled on Megha’s lap and planted a good morning kiss on her cheek, that helped Megha recover quickly. She pulled her daughter closer, with a big grin she said “I have her now and she is all I care about, it is time that I stopped licking my wounds and let it go.” Saying so she left to prepare breakfast.

It was four complete years since Maya’s arrival into Megha’s life. Unlike a normal mother, Megha had waited for this fairy for five whole years. It was more than just struggle, to handle the event of letting go of a relationship that was held so dear for so long and suffer with the memories of the past and the wounds of the present. After her divorce, an adoption was a way through which Megha sought to bring in meaning to her life but it was not easy. Anyways , the results it brought with it was magical. Maya cured Megha of all that we were afraid could ruin Megha. So every year we made it a point to have a blast for a birthday celebration. 

The birthday went too well, she looked like an angel in the dress I bought for her. Maya was so happy with the teddy bear her mom presented her.  I teased Maya that the teddy bear was bigger than her. Megha, Maya, and all her little friends had a beautiful day. It was a BIG day for Megha and for the rest of us. After the celebration I made arrangements to return. Megha and Maya accompanied me to the bus station. Maya insisted that I stay longer. I told her I would the next time. She said, with a look of innocent sincerity in her lovely eyes that she would have grown taller than the teddy bear the next time I met her, her innocence brimming in her big eyes. Megha had tears in her eyes while she said, “I have already started to wait for the next time you are going to make it here, please take care of yourself. Love you loads.” My bus started on its route, as I waved them good bye.

Throughout the journey back, I replayed all the wonderful events of the visit, happy and content with the bag load of memories I was carrying with me. And then my thoughts turned to things at home. Mom had called me every single day. But strangely I got no calls from Rajiv, my only brother during the entire trip of two weeks. All I gathered from Amma was that his wife is not feeling well.  Though we dint call each other every other day, we managed to constantly keep in touch. I tried calling him once from Megha’s place but the call went unanswered. So I made a mental note to check on him as soon as possible.

Finally I was back home and it took me few day to sync in with my everyday schedule. Mom was happy that I returned. She missed me whenever I was away, whether it was for work or for vacation.

 I called Rajiv again.  His tone had a lot of sadness in it. He informed that Nithya had had her fourth miscarriage last week as a result of which things have got really bad at their home.

It has been three years since Rajiv has married. Rajiv and Nithya made a good couple. But things dint seem very well after they decided to have a baby.  The first time there was news that she was pregnant, all of us were happy. But the happiness did not last long. It took a lot of time to settle things into normality. So it was imaginable how bad things could be at his place.  He said he will meet me the next day.

“We got our reports analysed last week. You believe me or not since then home means hell to me”.

“What actually is the problem? Have the tests identified the problem?”

“The problem is that the reports suggest that it might be because of some uterine problems. And she cannot digest that.”

“The saddest part is in her eyes I am her rival. It makes it so difficult to understand the reality just because I have no problems as per the reports. She has stopped talking to me altogether and avoids me totally. I don’t know what I am to do!”

I could understand his feelings and hers as well. He loved her and a baby is not going to change that. As far as she is concerned, always being an achiever in everything she did, it was difficult for her to accept that things could go wrong. It was not hatred but insecurity and non-acceptance that was causing the problem

“Give her some time if that is what she wants and let her know you still love her no matter what. Things like these are very hard for a woman to digest.”

“I know. And I am trying my best but it is not easy for me too especially when she makes it seem like I am the cause for everything!”

“Things will get better. You have to be on her side.”

There was nothing more to say, for him and me. He left with a weak smile looking years older than he was. Some problems are complicated only time can provide the solution.

 I returned home, feeling sad myself for whatever happened, at times we are limited to do just that how much ever we cared for the other. But my home had different things to bother me with. It was loaded with people. One of our family friends had turned up to invite us in person for their daughter’s wedding. I personally have nothing against wedding nor the people who are to be wedded, but what makes things worse is that such invitations reminds my mom to talk me into a wedding which I have denied so far. No matter how many ever rational reasons I give her, she never stops trying and for some days there is a big void in the family till we patch up. I don’t know how long this melodrama shall continue! I am already thirty five. Is not there any age bar that disqualified people for marriage, I hope there was one, it would have brought some peace and hope for people like me.

“The wedding is at Guruvayoor Anu on the first Sunday of next month, can you come with me?”

“Ma you know I don’t attend weddings! But because it is a Sunday and it has been a long time since we went to Guruvayoor together, I think I’ll go with you. But in return you have to promise me you will not talk about my marriage or anything related to it when we get there, deal?!

“You should be a mother to understand what I am going through, answering people why I have not yet gotten my daughter married! Please tell me what to tell them and I won’t bother you forever.”

“Ma let’s not go through it all over again, please. I have given you the answer so many times. Now answer my question, is it a deal or no deal? I have got to make arrangements.”

“It is a deal. You show such generosities to me only once in a while I don’t want to waste it.”

“That is great!” I walked up to her putting my arm around her I asked, “Why are you so adamant to get me out of this home, ma?”

“You silly girl, do you think that is what is in my head?” she planted a forehead kiss and continued, “hmmm, I have failed to convince you with the reasons to get married, now all I can do is surrender it to God. Let Guruayoorappan make you understand.”

I got the tickets reserved and made arrangements for our stay there. The day of the journey arrived and we were seated, the train started.

With the rhythmic motion of the train, my mom drifted to sleep and I lost myself in the train of thoughts and memories, memories that became the meaning of my life.

Ten years back I had been to a service camp that was aimed at improvising the healthcare conditions in remote rural areas. It was my first camp and it gave me enormous wealth of experience. On the day of our return all the volunteers were provided with transportation to the nearest bus station that was 40 km away. The travel from the camp to the station lasted an hour and a quarter, the seventy five minutes that changed everything for me.

Lucky I was to get a seat by the window. All the events of the camp ran like a movie inside my head bring with it so many emotions, overwhelmed by it I had tears in my eyes. I would miss everything that had become so dear to me in the last two weeks, the people, the energy, the team spirit, the pride of being able to bring change and most of all the company of a close friend, his name was Krishna, my team leader, the most dynamic person I met. His perspective was amazing and his insights were the coolest. We were quick friends and that itself gave me such pride. As I was replaying all the wonderful things in my mind, I heard his familiar voice, “Has someone occupied the seat beside you?”

I shook my head. He crammed his baggage in the little space and settled beside me. “So we are about to begin the journey to end the camp.” He smiled. “How was it for you?”

With multitudes of emotions coursing through me, I choked and finally got out these words, ”It was too good!! I would call it fantastic!!!”

“It was too fantastic for me that I would call it LOVE!!” said he. I gave him a “I-am-not-understanding-it” look.

“You don’t understand grammatically incorrect sentences, right, my dear English teacher?” he teased.

“Well, the camp was too fantastic for me as well but more importantly I fell in love with you.”

He paused to check my reaction. I guess I was frozen. “Are you listening?”

“Yes I am trying to” I answered honestly.

He continued, “I believe that love is mutual and I am confident you share those feelings with me.”

“You are confident about what I think?!”

“Yes, the difference is that maybe you classify it as friendship which I call love! Love is sometimes too much friendship dear”

I could only remain silent dazed by all that I was hearing.

“Well you have a lifetime to figure out what you feel for me, just friendship or something more!” he seemed hurt.

“It is love”, I told it almost automatically.

He grinned his biggest grin. “Now that said and the fact that we are to return to the lives which we have built for ourselves so far and grown used to before we came here in about an hour,  how are supposed to proceed with our love? The last few days I have given it serious thought and what I am to say, is for you to remember for a lifetime in the name of our love.”

He continued, “You are the girl I love and so I don’t want to give you any false promises of being your life partner, as far as I have understood sweetheart, each one’s life is an exclusive design and even if I did become your husband for most of the time I could only bear witness to the many events that might happen in your life. There is no partnership; your life is solely copyrighted to you. But in the name of a partner I do not want to encroach your life and lay down a thousand more constraints. Life alone can be one’s partner.”

Saying so he took my hands, one in each of his, tears tickled down my cheek comprehending what he just said. “So I want you to get married to your life, its events and experiences which alone is real and only yours and let me be your best man in the wedding.” He placed one of my hands in the other and kissed it.

“Live it every moment with the pride of a woman who made the man she loved feel like a miracle and with the tremendous strength of our love. I want you to understand my darling that I am not abandoning you but doing the best I can, for the good of you, me and our love. Something of such intensity, wildness, I think should not be turned mundane by investing our lives just to understand the depths of it and letting know each other our love which is already known till we ultimately get bored of it. There is a big world out there and a short life in which we are to do so many things. Let our love and the happy things we shared be a forever motivation to get us up and moving when the storm of life hits us.”

His own emotions choked him, he could speak no more. He pulled me closer, it was blessed to place my head on his shoulders. For the next divine thirty minutes we sat there silently his tears trickling on my hand which was still in his, along with mine, relishing and etching the beautiful moments into our memories.  

 The station arrived and we alighted from the cab. Before leaving me to live my life the way he just asked me to, he held my hand and told “This moment and the part of you that loves me is forever mine. Remember, I love you always. Live your life well.”

And he left as my eyes tracked to the very end possible till he became invisible. It seemed like I could see through his head the broad grin he wore as he walked so quickly like he always did to his own world. I could sense that something has changed in him as it has changed in me, and this change is called the love we share that which is going to live with us forever in the literal sense.

I was back to my own world and for almost a year ran those moments over and over in my head, sometimes I was convinced that it was so crazy, and some other times I felt it was the most genuine and mature thing that could happen, and the latter opinion stayed with me.

Whatever it was, the best thing that happened was the new strength that I feel every moment in my life. The lives of my friends and family showed me the different stages a relationship went through, which made me realize what he said about life and its copyrights, the man I was blessed to meet rocketed me into such a space in life that I am almost untouched by trivialities, maybe I was alone in the eyes of people but I never felt lonely, the constant company of life and its extra ordinary experiences enriched every moment as I lived along.

 It is said that beauty lies in the eyes that beholds, it was as if the man I fell in love with had placed a pair of eyes within me that assured me of my beauty. At 40 when my hairs have started to grey I still feel as beautiful as ever, married to life, married with love.

SCHIZOPHRENIC

            
        It is great to watch great movies time and again especially when there not much good movies around made in the current times. So I watched the movie “A Beautiful Mind”, the biographic film made on the life of the famous Nobel Laureate John Nash ( a schizophrenic), again. Surprisingly it gave me a new perspective, a new thought.

Schizophrenia, as defined by the Encarta dictionary is “psychiatric disorder with symptoms of withdrawal into self: a severe psychiatric disorder with symptoms of emotional instability, detachment from reality, and withdrawal into the self”. Does this ring a bell? It rang for me!”           Does not the meaning sound vaguely similar to that of INDIFFERENCE? Every day we read the newspapers filled with stories of horrors. Statistics reveal rising levels of violence, poverty, rape, and all sorts of criminal activity. In our everyday lives we see undisciplined people violate rules framed for public good, we break rules and build excuses for it. To all this what do we do? Remain silent spectators? No, we have become blind to all this. We don’t care for anyone else. They are not our priorities. Some service minded people will take care of it!           Wow!!! SERVICE what a word!! What a beautifully disguised excuse! We have given up on our human feelings and hid ourselves in our own tiny worlds and ensure every day that by no means our comforts are degrading, and that is all we care about. A Gandhi, a Mother Teresa or people like them will do whatever necessary to alleviate the problems of the world. They are the ones born for service; we are born for pleasures or pressures of our daily lives.          Our definitions of reality and the reality as such do not coincide a lot of times. A lot of what we believe are what we desperately want to believe, not facts. As long as our realities remain highly flavoured by our fantasies there is no big hope for a great future. Until we take good care of TODAY, there is no reason why TOMORROW should be better.           We share a common planet and it is our common responsibility. And this responsibility demands that we all get ourselves cured of our insensitive approach to the problems around and participate in making the world better in small ways and big so that we have a good today and a better tomorrow.

Listening to life

Most of us would have stumbled over this familiar question “what is life?”, some of us would have given ourselves the familiar answers like “life is a journey”(maybe to heaven or hell, as if earth was a passing station!) or “life is a drama, we are all just actors”(who is the director and producer? Some might want to answer it is God (even for those who dint believe in one?)) And the rest of us would have just left the question as we always have more pressing things in life to attend to than getting philosophical. But it seems that few of us were adamant in finding the answer and it is such kind of people who went into deep meditations in dense forests or dangerous hilltops and finally felt that they discovered something or everything of importance. These people, at least some of them, became great spiritual masters in human civilisation. People who sought to find answers from these spiritualists rather became their worshippers than understanding what life is (as I see most of the spiritual texts are very complex and intrinsically complicated so the situation is understandable!)

Well, I too got interested in answering this question, especially because there were too many contradicting answers to another very popular question “how to lead one’s life?”. Most of us would have faced this situation so it is needless to explain further. I came to a conclusion that when the “what” part is clear the “how” part will automatically get clarified! Fortunately I was able to discover a valuable piece of wisdom in such pursuit.

Life manifests in many forms. Let us zero in on humans for now. Some are born healthy and some are wasted, some are born rich and some poor, many more variations can be observed by which we are affected either positively or negatively. Who is to be held responsible for these? But aren’t we supposed to ask a more basic question “is it necessary to hold somebody responsible?” I fully understand that we are bred in a society that glorifies the fact that to treat the effect one needs to study the cause very well, so it is clear that nothing should stop the hunt for reasons. Let’s apply the same to this problem. Many years of study of human history and civilizations have revealed that most of what humans believe and practice took form in a very natural way meaning there was no structured development and it was all so random. So obviously you can’t hold one person or one community or one event responsible for the differences and anything and everything it brings with it. This understanding gave me the following lesson, Getting obsessed with reasons is not a great idea. The COURSE is more important than the CAUSE.

So that decided we now have to understand how the course should be! Whenever this question surfaces on the horizons of mind I am reminded of one of the famous verses of the famous Longfellow from “the Psalm of life”, to be more specific let me quote the lines:

        “Lives of great men all remind us
         We can make our lives sublime,
         And, departing, leave behind us
         Footprints on the sands of time”

Today not many of us are concerned of what happens after death; in fact we are so much engrossed in squeezing countless activities into the twenty hours of the day. So our concentration is on the course which is good news! Now dealing the problem at hand of how the course should be handled. Is the course of life supposed to be a pursuit to greatness like Longfellow suggests(so that some shipwreck finds inspiration from it?)? And what does Greatness mean? Is it wealth and fame? Is that the recipe for unlimited joy in life? Simple observations are more than enough to understand that the wealthiest is not necessarily the happiest man! And fame, well the history is in itself the testimony that limelight-the instrument of fame is fickle(read carefully it is footprints on the sands not engravings on rocks!) and often not justified in the sense that the same public remembers both Abraham Lincoln who was instrumental in abolishing slavery and Adolf Hitler who spoke about (and implemented) ethnic cleansing!!! So what is the answer? Is our lives sublime only if it is comparable with that of personalities like Albert Einstein or Socrates? Well first of all we do not have first-hand evidence as to how these great people felt when they were alive. And even if it is for fun, let us assume that all of us did figure out the secret to greatness, o my god just imagine how many names to remember? It is nice to have one Albert Einstein, one Beethoven, but a million Einsteins- sounds crazy right? And our everyday life teaches us that people can touch our lives through simpler ways than complicated ones as in the technology of internal combustion engine! So it is clear the neither fame nor wealth is the criteria that suggest an ideal course of life!

Not just Albert Einstein or Beethoven had lived but so many other Toms’, Harrys’ and Dicks’ had also had lives and they were not worthless just because it was not recorded. Maybe there is no ideal way to living life. All lives are justified as they are. And the baseline to be remembered is that we are a part of a very complicated organisation/civilisation how we affect or not affect the world is out of our reach and control.

With all these analysis intact, the final conclusion that I arrived upon was that life is a set of events that occur with no particular reason, through which we navigate based on our individualistic perception (courtesy: the society we are born into), look around and you will understand any reason is born only after the event has occurred, Reasons don’t lead to events, it is events that lead to reasons. And the activities we do, may it be anything from simple ones like reading a book to composing literature or launching a satellite, they are all just expenditures of the energy we are invested with. This simplifies everything so much that, whether you were instrumental in the development of cutting edge technology or you spent all your time chatting with your girlfriend/boyfriend, both bear not much of a difference from the cosmic standpoint. There is no hierarchy of lifestyles or living!

my life my very own way

However we are bound to expend the energy we consume and that is the cosmic law, and it is blessed that we have the advantage of choice to select in what ways we are to do the same. It would be just great to celebrate the randomness of life and living.

CHEERS TO LIFE AND Living!!!

LoVe it LiVe It!!!

??????ME????????

                               

?ME?

Am I the word I am called?

Or am I to create the meaning my name has to hold?

Or am I the one people think I am?

Or am I what I want people to think of me?

Or am I the person expected to please my loved?

Or am I the one to be loved and pleased?

Or am I the one to adapt to the world as such?

Or am I  to join the crusade for change?

Or am I the voice I hear inside my head at times?

Or am I plural like the thoughts I have?

Or am I just simply “plus one” on the planet of life?

                                                                       -Sukhi

TRAVELLING INSIDE

Our mind is one of the most amazing of creations, here I don’t confine the meaning of human mind to that of the homo-sapiens brain because studies in the field of human anatomy and psychology suggests that though a large part of the thinking activity happens in our brain, there is a considerable participation of the other areas of the human physique as well. I guess it is not very difficult for anyone to accept the ingenuity of the human’s mental abilities, nonetheless I would like to emphasize the magical things the intelligent neural network that run across all along our body does. We are giant receptors of data around us, constantly all our sensory organs receives huge amounts of data that amounts to be called BIG DATA from the surroundings every moment, but the brains processes all of these almost instantaneously and keeps us sane from this overload of information! This is just one example of many.

As an ultimatum to the capabilities of the human brain, humans themselves desired to create a man-made brain which resulted in the emerging fields of artificial intelligence. To an extent the researchers and scientists have created intelligence artificially after spending billions of dollars and many years of tough research but there is a long way still to go. The joke is, all this appreciation and acknowledgement for our brain power is done only in the scientific circles especially those concerning psychology and artificial intelligence. As a commoner we are so blind to the innumerable services our brain provides us every moment!

But it is only sensible that we are so ignorant of our own capacities after all, our eyes see only the world outside not inside and the same goes with all other sensory inputs. All that happens inside is so silent except rarely as in cases of disease.

This, however grabs us of our opportunity to understand how special we are and how elegantly our bodies help us to survive. Just because our body does not advertise its wonderful services does not mean that we have to always remain oblivious to it. We do see less fortunate people who have some deficiencies physically or mentally and live a very difficult life.

So it is only reasonable that at least once we stop cribbing for all that we don’t have and like the title suggests travel inside and feel grateful for all the things we possess just because we are born human! I am sure if you would take time to understand even a part of all that you are capable of doing without a second thought and how difficult the same is without our natural gift then you will fall in love with yourself!!!

Falling in love with oneself is a blissful experience, far beyond what words can explain. This phenomenon will at once teach you to respect yourself and fill you with an overwhelming amount of gratitude and love as a result of which you will be able to respect every other person the same way!!!

To be in love with the self is not becoming selfish rather it works in an opposite way. It makes one more empathetic and loving! All this explicitly guarantees transformations that changes life for the good!!

Let there be no further delay, mute the voices around you, look inside, listen to yourself and fall in love with you, I am sure it has got no side effects, that might worry you later!!!

THINKING ALLOWED

Conventions need not be your convictions!

Many times in life it happens that we acquire great wisdom in some of the most unlikely moments. One such is the anecdote from my classroom memories. It was when one of my teachers was giving a philosophical dimension to the very famous “EUREKA!!!” moment of Archimedes. In her observations of the incident-the running of Archimedes nude into the streets was not because he found out something so great (it is acceptable that what he found out was a simple principle involving mass and volume) but because whatever he found out was his OWN discovery, implying that any knowledge that is self-discovered has such wild taste of joy that is almost unfounded in other means.

Joy, beyond doubt is an all-time favourite pursuit of all of us. But the path of true knowledge is not a popular choice.

Why is the path of knowledge so less travelled?? Is thinking such a difficult task?? Psychologists talk about different levels of mind like the conscious level, the unconscious level and the sub-conscious level. It seems that we have pushed a lot of our thinking and lot of our decisions we make into the unconscious realm almost voluntarily. How many of us think seriously about our career options apart from the money factor?? Life partners?? Who our friends should be?? Our attitude toward life?? Our behaviour towards people around us??..

Some of us might argue that we do think seriously about these questions. A more fundamental question that is important to our discussion is “how independently and individualistically we think about these questions?” many times or all the times we are mechanical in our decision making or most of the times somebody else makes the decision for us. How healthy is this for our life? If we so easily give up on our right to decision making then how much of life is left for us to live??

Why don't we make individualistic decisions and think differently mostly?? The answer obviously is the fear of losing. If it is agreeable that love is the most exhilarating intoxicant then it is equally agreeable that fear of losing is the most serious of handicaps!

Thinking is the most gratifying activity ever. People who have dared to dream big more specifically in a different way have been rewarded in unimaginable ways. This is not a bait to invite my readers into the habit of individualistic thinking just an inspirational fact to remember. Thinking is a self-rewarding and self-motivating pursuit and decision making is a step in the course of the process of thinking. So let us embrace this healthy habit of thinking deeper and more individualistically. Let us swear for ever that we shall not even unknowingly give up on our right to take any decision in our life. Because

WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO LIVE OUR LIFE 100%!!!

WE ARE UNIQUE AFTER ALL!!!

    It is noticeable that in appearance each of us is different, unique in some way. It really is amazing as to how with almost similar features Nature manages to create subtle differences that amount to an appreciable quantity to say most of us apart from each other.

    Are these differences exclusive to the physique or are they reflected on the mental realm as well?? Beyond doubt the answer to this question also is positive. More so in the recent times we are beginning to appreciate that there are differences in the mental abilities as well. We have begun to appreciate the different intelligences vested on different individuals.

So it is accepted that we differ in our mental and physical capacities, in its strengths and weaknesses.

     If this is the case it is only deducible that our dreams and passions should be different/unique too. But why is that we are cleverly manipulated in the name of social norms and culture and religion to live lives that are same, monotonous and clichéd??

     Isn't one’s life a journey chasing one’s individualistic dreams?? Given that nothing is impossible isn't this dream chase a medium through which fantasies can become realities? Won't this make realities and living and livelihoods interesting beyond imagination (which is so boring as of now)?

     Nevertheless the unwanted bondages are now waning. Rebels to the meaningless formalities/regularities are slowly passing on the essence of this vital revolution into each soul that braves the wildness of life and endure the challenges and the implied insecurities of life as its very own nature. The weaklings who distance themselves from life through fake securities and insurances are however out of the game though.

    This revolution is one of a kind. Unlike the revolutions that our histories have seen so far the momentum of it is not gathered by the strength of the crowd but by the valour of the individuals.

DARE TO JOIN THE REVOLUTION…

BE TOUCHED WITH ITS ROBUSTNESS……

GET INSPIRED BY ITS WILDNESS….