One’s own feats

Just a thought –

The feel of “regret”, sometimes, is obligatory for yours and other’s life.

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The world out there is a unification of a race, that complicate a humble life. This is nothing novel. The attention-grabbing trait is, how the human qualities are sinking.

A layman is capable of blaspheming someone or something to an inconceivable level.

It comes so naturally to people nowadays. It doesn’t even take a whiplash second to digest their act. And every one of us gets away with these lines, “I’m a human too and I tend to make mistakes. What is the big deal?”

Some argue that it is dependent on how the kid is nurtured. With smirks, you again can’t get away by pointing figure at someone else.

I recently came across a person, who I venerated and ended up with abhorrence. It is not about the concept of people change. For all I know, change is constant. It is about how few people are upright at feigning and how few people are naïve. Believe me, being naïve is errant.

I often ponder on the thought, if only emotional exploitation is indictable, how many would dare to do it? Again, it is not about making it unlawful but it is vouching upon the probability of how many would knock their cognizance before doing something atrocious to another being.

I can bet on the fact that this person I came across in the journey of life, would be the cheapest I can ever combat. Simply because this person had all of it. Getting to know this person, I’m assuming the level of being cheap grows with time rather than diminishing and trying to be a better person. Fascinating fact is that this person makes sure that the same thing is reiterated with more intensity later in life. I have been a prey, there were many earlier and would be more too. It took ages for me to get over this priceless experience and compromise on my idiocy. I call it priceless experience because I’m a utopian. It did break me, but I made sure to pick every single piece up.

What was the most infuriating truth? The person was not sorry for what was done. The person’s feats annihilated a girl. A family. A dream. A life. A hope. A promise. A wish. However, all these unseen stooges, didn’t mean anything to anyone. It was all obscured. Perpetually. The person, who did this, was simply not even sorry about it. Not even sorry. The least, a human can emote for his callous acts. All that the person chose to do was to pelt. The person never turned back to see what happened to all of them.

But how does it matter?

I discern that it doesn’t matter. When it matters, if it matters, the person would be in front of each victim at some point in life. Regret. For one’s own feats.

It will. Someday.

The person will pay for his peccadillos.

Priya

St. James Church

London

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That redolence of rain

girl-and-rain-dark-1-jpgJust a thought –

People who can read your eyes, face and mind will always fail to read you. Its simply because they know you too well that they are not bothered to read you.

 

She enforced herself to get to the place. Surreal wars of thoughts are more agonizing than the tangible wars. She just wanted to scream this. She has heard that screaming does help in getting your frustrations out.

The take off of the flight gave an acute pain, which words cannot do integrity in elucidating. After 10 hours of journey, there she was, in the place where she knew she should belong to but her rebellious soul denies it every day, religiously. She thought to herself, I’m here with a cause. I’ll just figure that out and leave. I should not get into this emotional entanglement. She gave herself a dose of all the hurt lessons of the past.

Her loving family was all set to receive her with beaming happiness. She feltsomething within her when she met them. In her thoughts, I don’t want to accept that I missed them. Unpretentious love for anyone for that matters hurts. What an irony Leia, you are here to figure out the very same. Well, I’m here to figure out how fucked up it is and what should be done in the days to come.

One fine day, she was standing near the door. She smelt the rain. She wondered why doesn’t the rain smell the same way in London? How much I love this fragrance. It triggers something incorrigible within me. At this moment, she knew the answer for the question she had come with few days back. That sweet smile with few drops of poise tears. She was flabbergasted to know that she still is capable of sensing happiness, thinking of someone.

In 10 seconds, the smile aversely struggles to leave the field of her face. When the mind asked her “What next?” Ah! The retort to this is simply unfair. Because she knew she had to “let go” of it. But the good thing about this realisation was she also realized how loving is her family. How susceptible she is for love. How feeble of her to face love even now. In a fraction of second, before her mind and heart could enter into the room of skirmish, she got ascribed back to her family and “this person”, who is responsible for this newfangled change in her.

It’s time to go back. She would always remember that one redolence of rain. However, the same redolence also told her that he is not going to feel the same way. She would always keep wishing if he could just ignore her words and see through her. Also, she knew she has a world breaking record of  having unfulfilled wishes. She fared to swim it across yet gain in life.

Excruciating and bigoted are the best description of life for Leia.