Commotion of Emotions

We know so little about the place we live in. What are we? Where are we? Where did we come from? We bind our imagination to limits we think we cannot cross. Ego, pain, hatred; we think we are at the center of the universe. But little do we know about it. We are much tinier than a drop of water in this vast ocean and I think everyone should realize this - know who they are, where they belong. This is one of my favourites:  BOUNDLESS I sometimes doubt my existence, For I know not who I am; Larger than the largest you know, Beyond mortal comprehension. Woke up to chaos years ago, Parts of me yet follow the early norms; Much wiser than you think, For I have seen years of all. I laugh at your vanity, You are blinded by lust; From where I see, You are smaller than a speck of dust. There are many - many like you, Governed by similar rules; Many more than what you think, That lie outside your world. Billion stars; Billion galaxies, All lie pe

One of my friends writes a series of connected stories much like a novel. He narrated to me one of his chapters’ theme and asked me to write it. Honestly I wasn’t sure about it, but by the time I had completed it, I knew it was good. So today I am posting this story, a part of someone else’s story, written by me. A New Beginning It was a hot summer afternoon when Rahil stood tired under a mango tree rooted beside the pavement where regular people walked at erratic intervals. He was tired from wiping off the continually generated sweat from his forehead. The sun was at its full might when, an angry bus driver went past the road cursing the delicate man fallen on it, who had dared to ride his dilapidated cycle alongside the demi bus. Rahil constantly looked at the man and his concentration was only snapped by a small semi naked boy asking for spare change. Rahil offered a two rupee coin but the boy demanded five. He did not want to argue so he did just as the boy asked. On such

"There is only one success - to be able to live your life your own way."                                                                                                                - Christopher Morley. We encounter different opinions from different people throughout our life. Some for better, some for worse. It is good to hear everyone, but best to do what you want, no matter what it is. You cannot live someone else's way, every individual is different and capable of making his own decision. Not all the allegations we have been facing since childhood about life are true, given by people who have experienced them. Those people are not 'You'. Do what you love, create your own rules: for life is far beyond what you think is the edge. But also know your actions before you do them. Three Pints Down Every minute the world rots, Producing imbeciles in lots, Who are enough hollow, To another idiot follow, As their actions He allegedly jots.

One of my friends read my story 'Resurrection' and explained me how much he liked it. He had always been intimidated by war time stories and asked me to write one. The theme of the story below was provided by him. I really loved it, so I have tried my best to justify his theme through this story. The story goes... EVIL GOD “You look scared. Is it your first time?” asked an impeccably dressed militant as he adjusted his seat to deal with the sudden jerks that rocked the truck as it rode along the craggy road. The listener only stared at the crates filled with the 9mm SMGs and Koch MP5s. In a freckled voice he replied “Yes.” There was nothing to look at but the faces of rude brutes that reflected the hardships they had gone through. “Ha! You’re gonna enjoy this chap” the man looked happy about the statement he made. The only source of light to this dark dungeon was an old flickering bulb as all three sides of the truck were covered with greenish-black covers while t