Iwonder

 There were people standing around the pit, wailing aloud. As the last handful of mud obscured the dead, the crying seemed to reach it's crescendo. Nobody could understand what those shouts meant, but felt the stabbing pain. Some sniffed in silence while some seemed confused. Let me ask you a question. Why do people commit suicide? Because for them, when life becomes impossible , when their existence becomes painful, they find an escape. The escape is what we call death. Do they not love themselves??? Well!  I may differ with some of you but they do. They protect themselves from the pain by finding the fire exit. Let's not dwell away into the intricacies. My point?? When death is considered a relief, Why do we cry when our loved ones die?  It's called ATTACHMENT . When someone alive or dead moves far away, we remember  those memories. The memories that were once your happy place now start to bring immense sadness. You miss their presence, you miss their physical exis...

  Fear, the utter of the word makes some of us cringe.Now try this. Take a moment and think of it: Recall the situations that you have really enjoyed and were rewarding and brought immense joy. I bet, those experience were accompanied by fear of many “What if”s.It is funnier to know that despite the win, we still let the fear dominate us.Indeed, Once Jack Canfield said, “Everything you want is on the other side of fear".Yes, fear stops us from trying something new. Fear, is simply the feeling of inadequacy that is often accompanied by a feeling of being threatened and due to this we often land up in chaos.Fear is antithetical to distinct people. It differs from an enthusiastic youth to a frowning old man. To a student fear means vigorously staring questions in much awaited question paper, To a teacher a call from the principal stimulates in her the fear, to a young man fear means to glance at the father’s grinding teeth after returning jobless, empty handed, to a software profess...

 One day as I was loitering around the verandah, I saw a kid pass by, just looking at the broken chain of her bicycle. She looked intently at the broken ends , few minutes later, sighed as though she had given up. I called her, offered some help. She smiled and approached. At a time when teenagers at the mere sight of adults flee from our sights, I was kind of taken aback. She started, " Are you a doctor?".I said yes. I asked her, "How old are you?". She was seventeen, had finished her matriculation and lived nearby.  "You know, even I want to be a doctor! " She quipped. I asked why. She said ," I have always dreamt about being one, my parents too want the same, I just love to be one , you know". Her answer started me on a little different set of questions. Was the answer her own? What made her dream about it, given she knew how hard a doctor's life would be? How come the end result of someone like her would be me? When we decide on somethin...

 The last thing I remember doing was kicking a drink out of that vending machine . Damn it! I never knew that my last wicket was out uptown in that wall scraped corner all this while. It doesn't work like that! Mind you. The Tibetan monk , who literally performed his penance in front of it when it didn't yield a drink for that funky kid, until someone kicked the drink or maybe shit out of it. Atleast be like him or the kid from across my street who's favourite song is ' save a horse, ride a cow boy ' and probably thinks he is plucked from a tree in his yard. Now don't judge! Seriously I was not used to vending machines, though I am used to kicking when things doesn't work well for me! People dying of heart attack , cancer and Chinese pandemics are all you have heard of! The other probable causes include - being eaten by your own pigs, died of beer flood, swallowing a newt and the other guy who wanted to prove that the windows of 24th floor office was unbre...