Friday, December 11, 2009

The cliché “keep working, he is watching you, will get what you deserve.” I cannot bear this forever.

I had one weakness that is not able to focus on long run. I will put one science fact across, I am sure your science teacher must have told you. Have you noticed the ziz zag motion of a particle in morning light? Like me few of you have done the ill attempt of catching them unsuccessfully. This must happen to us or this is what happening to us?

What I write often is my outlook of the new age society which is developing like a burgeon. The thunder and the lightening strike make it pop out of the ground. It is poisonous, it can be medicated, it can be dusty, it can be beautiful, and it can be anything. It has been pleasure to see the joy and misery of this society. I was growing up with socialist ideology, to become a capitalist, to be cheated to be one non conformist of this society, to one who discovers there is no society, to understand what I see now.

I am scared of akrosh that is building up in this society. It is going to be a disaster; I think this must be the feeling of great civilization of lost. The perfection, the order is the biggest sign of doom.

I do not know, how to take out my anger, it is like beating a drum till it explodes. Science cannot help me, as it has no pill for anger management. Society will call me a misfit, but that will also not going to solve my purpose; it will only lead to deterioration of existing harmony.

I had to take the Readon path and have to abandon this basic set up of society. It is too unrealistic to be liked by me. But I am weak, I cannot emulate my heroes, they were in fiction. I cannot imitate the air of thoughts; it never takes the solid form.

The disgruntled enchantment is going to be there, for you and me, who had seen the new age. I can be sad for a day, but I am destined to live happy. I am too strong to be consumed by meek surroundings. I still not able to give up hope and that what has made me the Iron Man of my own comic.

And for those, who have read me more than Aristotle or Plato “ The joy is being knocked out once, not in getting defeated all along”.