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Sacrifice today for a better tomorrow.
Sacrifice today for a better tomorrow.
Sacrifice today for a better tomorrow.

The Mantra, which is hardcoded by almost every Indian Parent into their children, right from grades to selecting a life partner, has for a longtime defined the mindset of tomorrow adults. Borderline Creativity, Naïve thinking, ignorance to knowledge - a few of which are amongst the highest resonance of problems factored by it. Past is certain, we infinitesimal beings have left the imprint in this significant Universe. Present is happening, we live by it. Future is hope, because it has neither happened nor happening. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. What a funny word to ascertain the near future?

I ask so I think I will be able to get an answer. I ask so I think I will be able to sleep peacefully when I know the answer. I ask so I think I will be able to do better for what is not present nor past but future. I ask so I think I will be existent tomorrow, to benefit from the fruits of sacrifices I make today. I ask so I think I may leave footprints in the sands of time. Doubts. Everybody has them. Nobody is without them. Anybody can be a victim of them. I pray to live a better life, a better class, as a better being as long as I live.

“Sacrifice today for a better tomorrow.” a phrase, which has limited values and unlimited borders. It’s an idea when imbibed young, our mind wraps around it. First the surfaces interact, adsorption takes places. Then the walls collide and merge.  They become one and resist the growth of anymore ideas. The made children, new ideas emerge and continuously evolve feeding on the mother idea neither giving a mental progress nor bettering us. Stupidity. We can’t evade it but at least we can try to avoid it.

Quit the Mantra!

Heroine or Heroin?

The Frame was set and like in very few Films, it had all the Elements for a Perfect Scene. My Eyes were recording the Shot furthermore My Mind was capturing it. The Moonlight was just right. The People on the road were also usual, just going about their work. And there She was, entering the frame from the left, No Rolling Through, No Re-Entry. It was just perfect. She smiled reconciling to the Fact that She attracted attention. Maybe that Smile was Fake. Maybe My Identity of her, then, was Fake. Maybe the Colors were Fake. But it was just a Perfect Shot. Gorgeous that She was. Unlimited my Admiration was. Such a Gentle Face. Such a Charisma about the Way She carried Herself. Perhaps I woke up that Day just for those few minutes, one can’t say. It Happens. And Here I am replaying that Shot in My Mind as if it was the Entire Film. Maybe it was for Me. She made My Day.

Enough Said, Few Things are only for admiration purposes. You can't Own them. The Early Morning Sunrise. The Once in a Year Autumn feel. The Smell of Earth just before it Rains. The Pulchritude of Mother Earth. Yeah, She was what one describes Nature. Just elegant and makes one wonder. Bliss.