World Affairs And Beyond

We are all born for different reasons. We look at the world through different eyes. We have different understandings of things around us. Each one of us serves a different purpose. We do not necessarily belong together. People come into this world and leave after having served their purpose. Sometimes it appears like some people are born to suffer, while others are born to enjoy life and have fun. Whatever we are meant to be, is coded in our entire being. Those who suffer, will suffer even if they are provided with the conditions of the happy ones. If not in every case, sometimes in some cases the sufferer suffers at his own will. 

Waiting for my friends on the second floor of a busy building, I could hear the construction workers working with their heavy machinery in the building compound. While digging into the ground, they found a dead body that appeared to be quite old and yet fresh. It was half human and half machine. It had human skin and one could see the sunlight reflecting from its metallic exposed part of the head. The dead body was much bigger in size than regular humans. I was still waiting for my friends, looking out the glass walls of the building, with the sun shining bright in the sky on a dry noon in the month of May somewhere in some time period that seemed alien to me. Suddenly the dead body woke up to life and put all those workers into a deep suspended animated mode, with some red light beam coming out of its eyes. It seemed to be some kind of a laser beam. Time seemed to have switched into some other dimension. The day went red, and people in the building, where I was standing, start...

  We all make mistakes. There are people who can see past those mistakes and people who cannot. People who will forgive us, and people who will not. People who will try to punish us even for a slight mistake that we make, and people who will forgive us for even our big mistakes. It is good to make small mistakes sometimes, to know who your true friends are. To know how much you mean to your friends. For some you matter, for some you don't.

D on't resist the resistance, because whatever you resist, persists !

People who walked these grounds once, are now buried deep down, Many kings and heroes and many Tarzans, Who walked these grounds like they owned the world, Now lie long forgotten, beneath some lump of mud.