A walk down the memory lane

A movie me and my friends made for a competition about old school days

Takers of Revenge (A Short story)

I am sorry but i had to discontinue Neil Akins for a while but in return I am posting this short story, and don't worry this one is complete... Hope you will enjoy...

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‘Run!’ screamed her instincts and that exactly what she was doing but she was trapped, in her own house, running for her life. He has returned just like he promised, but she didn’t want to keep her promise, so she ran.

The door was just at the end of the corridor, but it was locked. She was cornered. The he stepped in. A boy, almost her age, was a bit dwarfed but it was his face that drew attention. There was blood poured over it which was clearly not his and a knife sticking out of his eyes. His eyes at first looked completely black but when he stepped closer she realized it wasn’t his eyes, just the cavity of his eye sockets.

“Who are you? What do you want?” she screamed.

“You don’t remember me? Perhaps this will help.” He said and morphed into a familiar figure that she knew. He was the same strange boy she had met ten years ago.

“As to what I want? I thought we are friends. Aren’t friends allowed to visit?” He said stepping closer. Then he ripped her stomach open.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!” screamed Amber as she woke up gasping for breath. She has been having this nightmare for a week now. Her gaze fell on a picture of her father standing there, smiling, as if mocking her and saying you had it coming, sweetheart. She slammed down the frame and got out of her bed. “Mom, what’s in…” she shouted but then stopped midway, sat down on the bed as grief took over her again and broke down into sobs. Her mom had died two weeks ago getting hit by car.

She heard footsteps coming towards her bedroom, must be her butler. She composed herself and then left for college.

#

College had always been her favourite place. House had always been too lonely and pubs were too crowded, but college was perfect, calming, but today even college couldn’t calm down her nerves. She was feeling uneasy and anxiety was all over her brain. She closed her eyes and took a breath to calm herself when she suddenly bumped into someone.

“I am sorry.” He said. She raised her vision to say its okay was but only a gasp escaped her mouth. The boy in front of her had blank sockets for eyes.

“Are you alright?” He said again breaking her trance. His eyes were back in place. She was just hallucinating. “I am sorry, tough night.” She said leaving as quickly as she could.

The bell rang and the class started. Amber was sitting at the back bench scribbling away at her note book when the professor entered. “Good morning class.” He said.

Amber raised her head from the note book to reply but a scream came out instead. Standing in place of the professor was the boy from his dreams, complete with the eyeless socket and blood. She thought she was hallucinating again, and then the whole class turned towards her. This time Amber was too scared to scream, every student of her class lacked one thing; their eyeballs. She ran towards the exit of the class, leaving behind a confused class.

She reached the bathroom, her breath heaving. She looked at herself in the mirror, she looked like a mess. Emotions filled her; first fear, then sadness, then guilt and tears filled her eyes. Then the tears started changing their color, they were becoming red. She tried to scream but her voice was trapped.

“It’s no use; you will just get a sore throat.” The boy said. He had appeared right behind her.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Correct me if I am wrong, but I think it is called karma”

“Please just kill me.”

“All in good time, love, all in good time.” He said and vanished. She washed off the blood and then decided to skip college today.

#

The street was crowded, and that was the reason she had choose it, thinking that if she was with people the ghost wouldn’t harm her. The plan had backfired; she was seeing eyeless people everywhere. The ghost was driving her crazy, but then his eyes fell on him. He was the guy she had bumped into today, and now he seemed to be following her. She took a cut into an alley, taking an entirely different route but he was already there.

“Who are you?” she asked confronting him.

“Bet you asked that question to it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Seeing any ghosts lately, maybe even hallucinations.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“It’s not going to go away.” He said. “It will kill you.”

“You are crazy.” She protested and started walking away but he grabbed her hand. “Listen mister, if you don’t let go of my arm this instant, I will call the cops.”

“Okay just take my card. Call me if you change your mind.” She took the card and walked away. She knew what he was saying was right, but she was denying it. She didn’t want him to get involved; she didn’t want him to know of her secret.

#

The rest of the walk to her home had been strangely normal, no eyeless face, nothing. She opened the door but the light was off. She wondered where her butler had gone, he never leave the light closed. She steps inside the house and drops her bag on the floor. This was weird; no light in the entire house was switched on. She went towards her kitchen looking for her butler. Fear of the dreaded was crawling over her but as she reached the kitchen relief washed over. There was the old bastard, sitting beside a cupboard his back towards her and a bottle of bourbon lying beside him. She went to talk to him about what is going on? But when she reached near enough all she did was to scream. The eyes of the butler had been carved out of their sockets.

“Did I scare you?” The dead body of the butler spoke; she ran towards the living room, picked up her bag and ran outside as fast as she could. She reached towards her car struggling with keys, but he was already there. “You can’t run from your problems.”

She ran towards the house, banging the door shut, running. Then she stopped dead in her tracks. Standing in front of her was her father. “Dad?”

“Why did you kill me?”

“I didn’t mean to, it was an accident.”

“No it wasn’t, you asked him to do it.” His dad said pointing towards the boy. She pushed him away, running up to her room and closed the door. She didn’t see any way out and it wouldn’t take them long to come here. She picked up her phone and called the boy she had met in the alley. After two rings he picked up.

“Hello, this is Charles.” The boy said from the other side.

“I am Amber, I need your help. It’s after me.” She said.

“Okay, describe the ghost.”

“It is like a normal boy, but he lacks eyes and has a knife has blood on his face.”

“What? What did you do?” Charles said, panic rising in his voice. “It hasn’t killed you yet, it means that your date hasn’t come yet. You need to carve the David’s star on the floor and say its inside. David’s star its like…”

“I know what it is.”

“Fine do it and no matter what don’t step out of the circle I am coming.” He said and cut the call.

#

Amber threw out the contents of her bag and picked up what she was looking, a cutter. She took it and carved the symbol when the door kicked open. It was her dad, drunk as he used to be, screaming on the top of his lungs, calling out for her mom. Suddenly her mom comes running down. He shouted at her, “Who were you talking”

“A friend.”

“Who?”

“Robert.”

“You stinking, cheating bitch.” He screamed and broke the bottle of rum on the wall.

“No it’s not like that, he is just a friend.” Her mom cried as he got hold of her hair and slammed it on the wall. She stammered back, and then when he reached he slipped, a shard of glass shredding his heart. His dad was dead. “Noooooo!!” Amber screamed.

That’s when Amber realizes that she was witnessing the death of her father over again.

That’s when the scene changed; it was her mom, walking down the street. Her hands filled with grocery that’s when her phone buzzed, it was Amber. In the attempt of picking up the phone one of her grocery bags fell on the road and she bent to pick it up when a there is noise of bang and a car hits her. She falls on the floor, phone still clutched to her hand. She looked towards Amber, blood pouring down her face and her mouth uttering, “Amber, help me. Please, Amber, help me. I don’t want to die.”

Amber couldn’t take it anymore. Eyes filled with tears, she ran towards her mother to save her, realizing her mistake too late. The scene disappeared and the boy appeared in front of her. “Don’t worry, I will take it away. I will kill you”

“I am sorry to interrupt your plans, but maybe another day.” Charles said as he stepped in the room.

The boy said with shock in his voice “You? You are a…”

“Practitioner of occult?” Charles asked. “Yeah.”

“You can’t kill me.”

“That’s not my intention.” Charles said and closed his eyes, focusing and started chanting in Latin “ego præcipio tibi retro ad inferos.” The wind around the room started to swirling, the eerie feeling of the room fading, but the ghost was unfazed. Charles focused harder, beads of sweat forming from on his head and blood started pouring down his nose. Then all of a sudden the ghost got caught in an invisible whirlpool finally disappearing into the shadows.

“What part of don’t step out of the circle, escapes your understanding?”

#

They were sitting in his car, the house passing through in a blur. “Where are we going?” “To my hotel.” Charles replied with a tone of finality. He was submerged in thoughts of his own. Thinking how it all started, how the hell did he get himself landed in this mess? He was twelve when all this started. His parents were hardcore Catholics, so they obviously didn’t take it in a good sense when he told them he can cast the occult spells and believed that he was from a lineage of witches and warlocks. They accused him of being possessed by the devil and threw him out of the house. He made his living by playing poker using his skills until one day he faced a ghost.

It was an old man, around the age of fifty and to any normal person he would look like a beggar on the street, but since when was he normal. When he laid his eyes at the boy, he staggered back in surprise. His face was upside down, Charles dashed back in the hotel but it was already there. He was cornered, surrounded, the man reaching for face to turn it upside down when suddenly he started chanting a chant he had never heard before in his life. Since that night the hunted became the hunter.

“So what did you do?” Charles asked her. They were sitting in the hotel room.

“I did not do anything.” She said.

Charles got up with a sigh and picked up a picture. It was the boy that was haunting her. “This is the ghost you saw?” he asked and she nodded.

“Do you know what they call these types of ghost? Venatores cautissimi vindicate which is Latin for takers of revenge. They take your deep dark revenge fantasies and make them true” Charles said. “So tell me on whom did you take revenge on?”

Amber sat down on the bed, a tear rolling down her cheek and the she told him something she hadn’t shared with anyone.

It was almost mid night and Amber was sitting in her bedroom, pillow over her ears, trying to sleep. Her father was back home and was drunk again. He was shouting at her mom again. There was banging of vessels and her mom was crying loudly. Thinking that it was all usual she tried to close her eyes but what happened next wasn’t usual even for her.

The door of her room banged open and her father came in, stumbling. Her mom was beside him, her head was bleeding and her eyes were too tired to cry. He came towards her grabbed her by the collar of her night suit.

“You.” He said, scent of rum almost bursting out of his mouth. “You are the cause of my misery.”  And then he did something she could never forget. With a jerk of his hand he tore apart her top. The shock of it was so strong that she felt she was paralyzed. Her mom was crying to him, pleading, begging but he didn’t even flinch. He continued what he had started. By the time he was finished, she had lost her consciousness and the bed sheet had turned red.

Her eyes opened and she found herself dressed up again and her mom was there. She hugged her, apologizing and tears took over their eyes. After a while her mom got up and left to make her some food. That’s when he stepped him, a boy around her age but there was a knife poking out of his neck. He studied her, but somehow she was too numb to react.

“He is the reason of your misery. He doesn’t deserve to live. I will take your revenge.” he stated. There was sympathy in his voice as if he shared her pain and really wanted revenge. Somehow she overlooked the fact that he was a stranger and he had appeared suddenly out of nowhere and gave him a nod after which he disappeared.

Next day his father slipped over the piece of glass.

#

“I swear Charles I didn’t know he would kill him.” She said after finishing her story.

“You don’t have to justify yourself.” Charles said. “The man deserved it, but you got yourself in a terrible mess. He has come back and now he will do anything to kill you and tomorrow he would be stronger the whole new moon thing, I wouldn’t be able to fight him again and the David’s star will only slow him down.”

“What do we do?”

“I will try to find a way of killing him and you can go and take some rest and you are not allowed to go out as this is the safest place you can be right now.”

#

It was two minutes before midnight and Charles was still sitting on his chair by the desk pouring over the screen of his laptop. Amber was lying on her bed, moving from one side to another.

Damn she is a messy sleeper Charles thought a smile crossing his face. Then she started mumbling, “Help me Charles. He will kill me.” At first he thought she was having a nightmare, so he went over to her trying to wake her up. He shook her up but didn’t budge and then blood started coming from her wrist as if someone cut it from a knife.

#

The scream ringed through her ears, it was her own. The boy standing in front of her just gave her a satisfied smile and then went back to work. He moved the knife from her wrist to her breast, cutting her arm in the process. He lingered the knife at her breast and said, “Does this make you remember something?” And burst into a fit of laughter. Then he moved his knife toward the eyes but before he could cut them out, flame covered his body and she woke up screaming covered in blood and a green color paste on the edge of her lips. Charles was standing beside her with a sigh of relief on his face.

#

“I am sorry. I didn’t know it could use dreams to attack you.” He said.

“What is this?” she asked wiping off the paste form her face.

“It is a mixture of holly plant leave with holy water. It wards off evil spirits.” Charles explained. “Now, listen I am going out to see if I can find something in the neighbourhood. This paste will stop him from harming you in your dreams, but he can take your location from your brain if he enters your dream and then it won’t take him long to reach you, and then this place won’t be safe anymore. So no matter what, don’t sleep because if you do I will kill you.”

“Don’t you think that would be a bit redundant?” she replied with a sad grin.

#

He closed the hardcover shut in frustration. He has almost read through the entire library section belonging to the supernatural but there was nothing on how to stop a Revenge Taker. He was now checking the newspapers ten to twenty years old to see any of its other attacks. But here too obviously nothing was there as if this was the first time it has ever strike the town.

Keeping the newspaper stack down, he buried his head in his hands.

#

She put down the coffee mug; she had drunk five of them till now. Her eyes felt tired and it took a lot of effort to keep them open. She took a look out of the window and then stumbled back. She thought she saw the boy standing there but when she looked again he was gone. A sigh of relief escaped her but it was stopped midway as she heard a voice coming from outside the gate.

“Looking for me Amber?” the boy said as the door swung open.

“I am dreaming. Am I not?” Amber asked.

“No, but you were when you saw out of the window. That’s what gave you away.”

“You can’t come close; I am inside the David’s star.”

“Not yet but when the star is broken I can enter.” He said and then the room started to rumble cracks appearing on the floor where the star was made. “Till then let’s chat.”

#

He put down the last newspaper with irritation. Nothing here and time was running out. Then his eyes fell on a death which he has already read. A boy had been murdered by his father who then killed himself ten years ago. He had neglected that story because it seemed like a normal murder. But now something clicked in his mind. What if he wasn’t dealing with a revenge taker?

He read the story in detail and found out the boy was murdered by first pouring acid in his eyes and then stabbing a knife in his neck. He stood up from his seat and ran towards the librarian. “Do you know who this is?” he asked.

The librarian looked up. When he saw the picture, tears filled his eyes. “I do unfortunately. This is my brother’s son.”

“I am sorry for your loss but can you tell me what happened?”

“My brother was a nice man, but he had one flaw. When he got drunk he used to lose all his senses. One fateful night, he had lost a lot in shares and had gotten himself drunk. He came to the house, I was not present there then, only my nephew who was still awake, waiting for his father. He got angry when he saw his son awake so late, so he started beating him up. Then the anger took over and he poured acid in his eyes. Then he stabbed him in his neck putting him out of his misery. The next day he hung himself from the ceiling, leaving a note in which he pleaded guilty.” The man said who was now embraced in sobs.

“I am sorry sir, but do you have something that is of your brother.”

“Yes I have a picture of him.” The old man said and took out a picture of his brother.

“Can I take it?” Charles asked and the librarian just gave him a nod.

#

“He killed you because you were awake late?” Amber asked the boy who had told his story to her, trying to stall him.

“Actually I think he killed me because he was ashamed that I had seen him so venerable.” The old boy replied. “Don’t worry I will soon get you back with your family. I killed your dad, then your mom, now it’s your turn. After that I can go and ‘help’ someone else.”

Then there was a huge crack in the room and the line connecting the star broke. The boy stepped in. Amber tried to dash outside but the door didn’t budge. She was cornered.

#

He took the picture and went to the nearest cemetery he could go to. He went there and sat down on the floor lighting four candles and keeping then at each corner of the picture and started chanting ‘Invocavero tibi ostende te.’

#

“Please don’t kill me.” She begged as he took out his knife from his neck and started working his way towards her neck. He slit open her wrist and blood poured from them. Taking the blood in his hand he applied it to his face. “It’s Showtime.” He said and raised the knife to drive it through her neck when a voice stopped him.

“Stop it, Alan.” Said a figure that had just materialized besides him.

“You? How dare you come in front of me after all that you have done?” the boy asked.

“I am sorry, son” his father replied. “I cannot explain why I did what I did. But I want you to know that I never hated you.”

“Wow father why didn’t you tell me that before you killed me?” the boy asked, anger pouring from his voice.

“I am sorry. I don’t deserve to be forgiven. I am ready to accept any punishment.” The father said in a guilty, sad tone. “I always loved you son, it was my drinking that resulted in your death and I know that is not an excuse. That is why I killed myself after I realized what I have done.”

The boys expression was of shock as if he wasn’t aware of the fact that his father was dead. “I know your fitting punishment for you. You will get the same fate I got.” He said and then snapped his finger which made his father’s eyes to melt out of there socket like they were dissolved in acid. Then he took the knife and stabbed him in the neck. As soon as he did, both the spirits disappeared as if their unfinished business was over.

#

She opened her eyes in a hospital bed. Her wrists were bandaged and blood was being dripped in her body. Charles was standing at the corner of the room and as he saw her open her eyes the expression of concern was replaced with a sigh of relief. “What happened to him?” she asked.

“It wasn’t a revenge taker, just a trapped spirit. Hate for his father was what was keeping him here. So I just summoned his father and gave him the face off he wanted.” Charles said.

“How did I get here?”

“When I reached the room he had slit open your wrist and there was a lot of blood. So I took you here, fortunately there was no lasting damage.” Charles said and then started to walk out. “Where are you going?”

“To save another town. There are many more people to save.” He replied.

“Thank you.” Amber said.

“Anytime Amber, just take care of yourself.” He said. “See you around.”

#THE END#

Asura, tale of the vanquished

Asura is a book with everything. War, love, romance, betrayal and of course mythology. The author has presented the idea of devas and asura with a very different perspective, with no preconceived notion of the latter being evil. The way the author portrays the journey of Ravana from the depths of poverty to the king of the entire India and then the epic battle with Rama. The story goes at a smooth pace, the details not at all slowing its pace. It’s a must read for those who have the knowledge about the epic Ramayana to view it from a different viewpoint and for those who don’t have any idea about the same. 

A peek in the Jungle...

I sat on my desk,

looking out of the window.

I saw in front of me a jungle,

the jungle of the city.

The muddy patches were replaced by 

well built roads.

The buildings replaced the trees.

The fauna was replaced by 

automobiles and humans.

I don't know if it is for the good or the bad.

But for now, the jungle of the city,

is where we delve.

Desire

“Desire is the source of all suffering.” ~ Mahatma Buddha

The above line, as I am sure all of us know, is said by a great spiritual leader. Yet, I personally, find this line conflicting. Desires do make us suffer. In the pursuit of our ambitions we make sacrifices, some big, some small, which cause us pain and with desire comes expectations don’t come true we despair. So that kind of rule’s out desire as a bad thing for if we don’t have any desire we won’t have any expectations which will harm us. But isn't this living, not living just existing. If we don’t desire, if we don’t dream of goals and don’t even try to achieve it just because of the fear of failing, wouldn't that mean we are virtually dead.

Although we shouldn't abandon our goals, there should be a limit to how far we should go in order to have it. The desire should not turn into an unhealthy obsession. In order to have something we want, we shouldn't harm others. And no matter what we shouldn’t be disappointed if we fail. This is what, I think, Mahatma Buddha wanted to convey.

Is it really about saving the Earth?

These days everybody seems to be obsessed with the idea of saving the Earth. But there are a few people who disagree, who deny that the Earth needs saving. And I agree with them. The Earth doesn't needs saving from us, simply because we aren't strong enough to destroy the Earth and even if we try the Earth will simply erase our existence. Not because it isn't a caring mother but because if we destroy the Earth it will result in the destruction of many other species that live with us. Thus to save its other children it will be forced to destroy us.
So it's not earth who needs saving from our deeds, its we who need saving, for its our existence that is at stake.  

Why do we write?

Almost everyone has a deep down desire to write. No matter if it gets published or not, we just want to write, to create a world of our own. But why? Because there are so many things around us that we like, so many things we don't like, so many things we want to change and so many things we want to stay as the are. But, above all we want is to express these desires without any boundaries, without any laws stopping us.
That's why we write...or at least that's why I do....

A Bad Dream...

I open my eyes,
falling in a dark void,
filled with nothingness.
As far as the eyes go,
all there is nothingness.
Feeling of despair,
creeps over me.
As hope leaves my heart.
There seems to be no stopping it,
The void goes on forever
and I am trapped in it.
I try to clung on to my memories,
to my instinct to survive.
But I can't,
moreover I don't want to.
I am in despair.

Then I hit the ground,
and hope returns to me.
I open my eyes again,
this time staring
at the ceiling of my room.
And wiping of the sweat,
Knowing it was just a bad dream.

Change

There is only one constant...change

Change, it is all around us. Change is what keeps us going on. Sometimes intentional, sometimes totally uncontrolled. Sometimes change is exactly what you need at that moment whereas sometimes that change is the worst thing for you at that moment. 

But one thing is constant with change, it changes your lives. Generally for the better. Change is meant to test us, to make us stronger, to help us survive. And in the process of changing us it helps us to find a hidden talent we never knew existed within us. Change forces us to move out of our comfort zone, it makes us try new things, in fact it dares us to do new things, and that experience, that crazy adventure is something we wouldn't have ever done, had fate not thrown it upon us. And it is during this adventure that we find the best of ourselves.

Change is a necessary evil... 

Social Animals

Humans are social animals.

We are told so since our childhood, but the current society makes the statement seem like a joke. We humans who are suppose to be civilized and have brotherhood among us are becoming quite the opposite.
The previous few years shows us how far human have come from being the most civilized creature to a cannibal.We destroy our own kin. We murder people for something as insignificant as a little amount of money.

The lust in man has grown so much that the woman whom our ancestors respected like goddesses are now treated like a piece of meat.

We have buried humanity deep inside us.Even though we don't participate in these disgusting crime we can't care less. We read news like these with morning coffee and they have no effect on us.

And once in a while when our humanity manages to reach the surface, what do we do?
We light candles in the memory of the victim. Like that's going to get rid of the problem. We act like the pigeon who closes its eyes and hopes the cat will not see it.

Lighting candles is not going to help us, change is going to help us.

We need to change the way people think, there mentality.
We need to change the way the police works.
And most importantly...

We need to change.
We need to stop suffering in silence.
We need to raise a voice. 

Mother Nature....

Nature is what makes it possible for us to exist yet we are its biggest enemies. The Nature gives us all of its gifts without asking anything in return. Yet we continue to destroy it, destroy its creatures. Something can only tolerate to a limit so it lashes out in forms of tornados, earthquake etc. But these lash outs aren’t filled with anger but instead with disappointment. Disappointment because its own children are hell bent on destroying it. And despite of all this, like a true mother nature isn't worried about its survival but ours. For if there will be no nature, there will be no us.

Hope...

Hope, the emotion that runs the world, the emotion that helps us rise up when everything seems to go down.
When the pandora box was opened, world was leashed with sad, grief, death but in the bottom of the box there was hope. Hope is the weapon we were given to battle all the evil that was unleashed in the world. No matter how small, no matter how fragile hope is the emotion that keeps us going.
When everyone leaves us, hope stays with us, trailling along the tough times. It suffers, gets tattered but never leaves as long as we don't want it to.
Hope is what runs the world...

On the edge...

Have you ever been on the edge? On the verge of giving up? But somehow not given up yet?
There is something that prevents you from falling of. Something that pulls you. It's the summary of your life. The summary which despite of some misfortunes turns out to be good, and to be attractive enough to pull you back.

Alive till i die

Today i made a pact,
a pact with god.
That i will be alive,
alive till i die.
I see people walking down the street,
streets supposedly live and abuzz,
are really filled with ghost of people.
People who were once alive and ambitious,
are now just working machines.
Their ambitions take a backs seat,
as reality kicks in.
Their virtues,their principle's forgotten like a distant memory,
as practicality replaces them.
What is the use of such an existence?
What are they but dead?
Heavens forbid if i were to become like that.
I would die rather than become like that,
for what are they but dead?
For i have a pact with god, 
that i will be alive.
Alive till i die.

Pain...

"Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional"

I really agree with the thought above, if you don't want to suffer nobody can force you to suffer. So question is not whether the thought is right or not the question is why pain is inevitable? Why would god who loves all of us will give us pain?

I don't know the 'right' answer to this but what I believe is that if there were no suffering, people would not know the pleasure of happiness. If there is no suffering than what would the use of pleasure? It will be the same as everyday life. If everybody has everything then people will stop striving for more. There will be no more dreams of becoming successful resulting in a lot of hard work, people will stop working. There will be no advances, no evolution which is strictly against the laws of nature. Any species that remains static will be wiped out.

So basically a perfect world wouldn't be so perfect after all.

Revenge.....

Blasted, burned down to ashes that was the state of his house and who was he, an ordinary man who had refused to part in a riot between two religion. His whole house was burned down by his own neighbors who until yesterday called him Mr. Proffesor. Those neighbors who celebrated festivals with him and his family, had today burned down his house with his family in it.
His crime ; he looked beyond the divisions of religion. What was a point of a riot on the name of religion, when by doing so you stop following the greatest religion of all: Humanity?

Mr. Proffesor was broken beyond repair. He had lost everything. He didn't cared if he lived or died. There was only one thing on his mind; revenge. He knew it wasn't the fault of the followers but of the leaders. Leaders who sat in their comfortable homes while their followers destroy lives of innocents. These Leaders had nothing to fear, the police was already theirs, the people followed them. The only person they feared or in fact any person in the seat of power fears is the one who has nothing to lose and Proffesor was that person..... (to be continued)

Eternal

Eternal, a word worth seven words describing something that is beyond time, something time even respects. There are a few moments that can last eternal. The first time in an airplane or jumping from a bridge with just a rubber rope attached or standing just on the edge one step away from falling. The beauty of eternal is you remember every detail of it. Your reaction, the direction of wind, the scenery, the place, time everything is stored in one's mind for an eternity. It is not the thing itself that makes it eternal but the person who experience it because the the moment might pass but it always remain in the person's memory.

Lost...

Sometimes when i am free, i sit down and ponder over my thoughts. Sometimes i feel lost...not literally but metaphorically. I start asking myself the fundamental questions of life. Why do we exist? What is the reason of our apparently meaningless existence? And after wasting hours on this question and eventually feeling nothing but empty, I have realized that we are not suppose to ponder over the meaning of our existence but to give our existence a meaning....

Eagle...

Today i happen to be at my roof and looked up. Their was a group of eagles circling above.I was fascinated by them. Circling in a circle,no order, no rules, no attachments, no emotions. Then the thought crossed my mind that what wouldn't someone give to be like them when he is broken. When he was having a perfect life, which was snatched from him. What wouldn't one give to not feel the pain of loosing things that were near heart and...his heart itself.

Why I don't read newspapers?

I have seen many people reading newspaper, though i frankly never felt inclined towards doing so. Though one day out of sheer boredom I tried the thick bundle of pages neatly arranged. I was told by my friends who happened to read that the first and last pages were worth a short. So i started reading those pages and did find them amusing. But like all good things the pages ended and i still have time to kill. So i decide to read what was in the other pages. As soon as i started reading the second page, sadness hit me. Overwhelming  me. All the news headlines read about crimes done by people who were only scientifically human. The crime had quite a variety in themselves from brutal murders to greedy corruptions, all were their. The thought of reading news like these over tea in the morning, didn't exactly qualified in my list of things i want to do. Call it my denial against the ruthless world but i really have never read the second page from then on (unless of course it was a entertainment paper!)

The night sky...

Looking up at the night sky is always a dazzling experience. The billions of stars so far away, yet so close. The beauty of nature creating one more of its masterpieces. The stars appear to be placed randomly and that' what gives them their beauty. But like anything in nature they are not random, far from it. They are in patterns; constellations. The beauty is beyond describing.

Happy new year...or is it?

It was a new session in the school. Everybody was excited, hoping this year would be different, better. Adam didn't knew if this year was better but he sure as hell knew it was different, because this year he was dead...sort of.
The hallways were buzzing with kids going towards their classes. Running, looking forward to the day, unlike Adam.
In this mob of student one of them fell to the ground bruising his knees. The bruise started to bleed. Adam's eyes fell on it. The monster in him went on an uproar. He quickly dashed into the bathroom away from the sight of mortals...

The Journey...

One of the most interesting thing about travelling is the journey. Looking out of the window of the bus/plane/train. Looking at things that you pass as you reach your destination. The change in the scenery can tell you more about a place than you will find by reading it. Going from a city to a countryside is always mesmerizing. When the huge tall buildings are replaced by modest cottages. The cars are replaced by carts. The stray dogs by goats,hens. And the concrete jungle turns into a pleasant nature scenery. It helps you to escape the stress of the city, to escape the race and sit down and relax. To escape into one

Sunrise...

The mild wind hitting your face. The stroke of lights filtering through the clouds ending the night. And slowly, gracefully the sun rises again after setting the last night. The sun has risen.
It teaches us a lot of things but the most important is standing up even after falling...
The Egyptians believed that sun god Ra went through the river battling the monsters of night and being reborn every day, younger and stronger. They believed that what doesn't kills you...makes you stronger...

Worst night ever...

The night was frosty cold, and James was wondering why the hell he was out so late in the worst possible climate? All because of his boss, that man couldn't just let him be at peace. Just as James was heading out he handed him two more files. Well now he was done now and sat up to leave. He stepped out of the office. It was unusually quite, maybe cause of the weather.
He sat in his car and drove. He felt chills down his spine even though the heater was on. He had the growing suspicion that he was being followed which was a stupid thought considering there was no one on the street.....

Friends

Friends are like carbon....
the good one's are worth diamond
others are just coal.

Religion or division?

Just the other day I heard a debate about the division religion was causing. I personally don't believe religion can cause division. Religion in hindi means dharma which means reaching God and becoming one with God. Now if something means becoming one how could it divide??? Hinduisim,Islam, Christanity etc. aren't religions, they are mere paths to reach God. I believe that all the divisions are caused by a few people with narrow mentality and politicians who use them as vote banks. 

The world beyond...the oak tree door...

The oak door looked like from the 19's fairly old but the thing that was inside made the the door seem like a new born. Something those who believed in god feared and those who wanted god to step down would give anything to release. None of them seem to realize that the 'thing' inside the sealed door didn't give a damn about the world or god, because he was not from this world and their HE was the god....

Life

Today I am writing about something I noticed in the city. I was taking a casual walk down  the street when for no certain reason i looked up. The sun was about to set behind the clouds. The clouds due to the sun has gained the hue of red. It was beautiful, mesmerizing even. Then I realized, this beautiful display of nature happened every day, we just didn't look. We people of the city are so busy making a living, working, looking down at the road to ensure a safe step that we forget to look up, to forget exactly what we are suppose to do: TO LIVE.