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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Epistle for All the Silent Ones




I have learned a very complicate and intricate relationship My Friend - ‘By the time people are governed by the rules and regulations, they are happy and are unbothered of situations and reality. They have their own play but actually have to play only under the restrained and constrained ideas of regulations of which they are unaware of. They start believing the ‘rooster coop’ as true, and the real and the genuine one.’ They don’t want to realize anything or to remind anyone. They are too happy in their own life or pretend to be happy. But to the certain ones, some personality of the world, the rules of perfectness sometimes start seemingly too imperfect. They are then started getting bothered. They start believing the things passed in the past and their absolute perfectness. It’s the same design and the feelings of the mind that will sometimes work for us.

Whenever I believed in you, a perfect déjà vu ran through my mind. It’s not only of the school classes shared together, or the maths problem solved together, rather you could think of me behaving in a childish manner, but after all everybody is a child only. We are born limitless, boundless but without any doubt, the rules are gradually becoming the part of our life. I still believe in the rain and the rainy season, the whitish wall of school building and our immature childish faces. It’s not only the ringing of bells that I am aspiring for, I am still dying for the days of bicycle riding and when some of us looking and searching through the window panes of the bus only to say a ‘goodbye’, and others were accompanying us through the rough terraces of school days. Every bit and corner was still remembered by me only as the perfect previous days.

There were no comparisons, and we were considered as the best. Our life was the perfect one and we wanted to make it revolved only through the locus of circle, triangle and rectangle. Sometimes, even we were amazed by the short cut routes of the Pythagoras and the displacement.

But the life is very much egoistic and jealous of happiness. It always wants to dispatch and snatch our constancy. It wants to make us learn new things. Along the process, it had taught us the hard lessons of differentiation and integration. We had been made to learn how to integrate and live in co-existence, with a differentiation clause, as always in our mind. The society is running only on the differentiation clause my friend. It has nothing to do with integration. Homo sapiens intrinsic egoistic nature won’t allow any society to be ideal or perfect. It operates only on the functionality of differentiation clause. Have you all forgotten the differentiation of marks and our faces in school? The attitude and a complete behaviour change of a topper boy as against the failed ones. Why was it that even boyfriends/girlfriends are made on the facial complexity, my friend? It’s not something ‘made in heaven’ attitude, rather working on the principle of differentiation clause: the hierarchical principles of society. I still aspires to live in the society of Krishna-Sudama and the Romeo-Juliet. I don’t know about the latter but the former had Lord Krishna himself, the avatar of Vishnu. Here also we hadn’t seen any change in the societal attitude of the Lord, where a single person had been given the due advantage of being a God, and Sudama had to live only on the conscience of Krishna, though our mythology has taught us a very good lesson of friendship with a theme. May we call it a ‘Mathematical Anomaly’ but the ‘Differentiation Clause’ has a necessitated meaning and importance for survival of the Homo Sapiens. My friend do you consider yourself equal to me or I am anyway equal to you? We are no way equal right through our school days or the birth itself. No two personality can be considered equal in the society and equality cannot be achieved in the present setup. Even the school days had not given us the equality, how can we expect it from the society now?

With best regards
Mohan Raj
P.S. - For his friend Jitendra Prakash




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