Dessolving Sanctity

Life is not about standing out, it should be, but it’s not. It’s about following a goat path and doing what millions of people do.

The ones that stand out, the misfits, are the ones who are tagged as insane. Lunatics, moon struck and what not. These being are far from what they are perceived as.

Life strikes in ways unexplained and unexpected. You choose a path to walk upon. A path ethical, righteous and the one that causes no pain to anyone. You take life as it comes and make something of it for you.

The extremities of life are not defined when you are living the everyday life. The stigmas appear whilst you go through phases of deterioration and diagramed enigma.

You lose yourself and you work as hard as possible to make it better for everyone. The ones you love, cherish and care about, are the ones you churn your mind the most for.

The sanctity is defined in your mind, the brain works and notifies you every step of the way, on what is to come and what are you doing.

But what if every derivation of your life, every step, every single day, minute and second of your life just halts on an audit, a summation and a judgement by an extremist jury?

What if your whole life is defined by segments and packets of “unconditional fortitude”, that the other beings don’t even comprehend?

A story not authenticated, isn’t true! Is that it?

The unconditional unraveling of your own being, to cherish and cuddle a life not your own, may sometimes poison and rot the whole system that your own life is based on.

Challenging the sanctity of your being, to the level that every bit of your being seems to evaporate and dissolve with a sting that never subsides.

The ones I engraved, the ones I taught, are the ones telling me “how” and are selling what I sought” 

Unwinding, untangling the lives that came to you as strangers, you adapted, you adopted and you cared for, are the ones pointing fingers and peddling your stream to the point where even mirrors reflect lunacy.

Sanity dictates that your drift away from the ones who perceive your humbleness, your care and your understanding for your weakness, but the heart dictates another story.

How long, how well, the insanity might dictate a sane mind, to keep on churning itself to be objective is a thought that dissolves the sanctity of your being.

Slap, Clap to Justice–26/11 story

Justice is a word that signifies truth, quality & freedom not as a dictionary word, but as a whole form that describes our great Nation.

Well, some people might say, Nation – “ what’s so great about our Nation “. I’d say everything, though nothing. It’s people that make a Nation, so for some of the cowards out there, we just cannot blame every one who plays a part in the process that makes our Nation what it is.

Just like 9/11, 26/11 is something that has impacted the lives of many & has a lasting imprint on the minds of every person who cares for our Nation. Innocent people were butchered to death, Law enforcing officials gave their lives to defend our country, common man was terrified of what went down in Mumbai.But all of that seems to have gone in vain. Everything just turns into more politics & our Government easily forgets everything & starts to talk about peace at the first opportunity that they get, while the other Nation’s ministers question our integrity & thinks that India doesn’t have the coins to take action against the ones responsible. If we look back, it’s been three years, though it feels like yesterday.

While talking about all the losses & destruction that shook Mumbai on 26 November 2008, Is there anything that changed ? The only thing that could have changed was the way we dealt with the ones responsible, but it seems spending millions on a terrorist seems a better way to our Government then to take adequate action against that terrorist. Judging from the stalling that has taken place in reference to Kasab’s sentence, it feels that the Government doesn’t want to take any chances with the vote pool or maybe there is a stronger force at play.

Coming back to Justice, on the anniversary of the tragic day, the only thing that is required is the proper form of Justice for people whose lives were taken from them & for their families that are suffering, missing their loved ones & feeling the impact of that black day even after three years.

Things need to change, we have to change them. Peace is necessary for lives to cherish & bloom, but when that peace comes at the price of self-respect it’s not peace at all.