The awakening

She dreamt the dream again that night

She was standing all alone against a tree, shielding herself from the chilling wind. She was staring intently at a hillock, some distance away. The tree was at the edge of the battlefield and bodies lay strewn all over the ground. She found herself walking over to the base of the hill, where her lover lay. He was a true man of honour and had died one. The battlefield would carry stories of the valiant battles fought, thus making him immortal. But it mattered no more. She knew she should be crying, but she felt no grief or remorse for the loss .All she felt was a dull throbbing deep within. She saw the flawless skin of her lover’s face lying bruised and stained with blood, some his, some of the people he killed. He lay alongside a multitude of corpses as if to give a final proof of his bravery. On top of it all, he had a smile on his face, which seemed almost cruel to her. It seemed as if he knew that she would come , and had kept on that smile as a farewell gift for her .She caressed his cheeks , and stroked his blood stained hair and suddenly broke down .A wave of grief engulfed her , a tide of remorse swept over her and she wept . She wept as if there was no tomorrow, as if the darkness would never give way to light. Somewhere far away, a wolf howled as if to empathise with her. She couldn’t bear it anymore and she let out a scream that reverberated in the heavens and fell. It seemed for that one moment, heaven, earth and hell had become one. That one moment seemed to go on forever and then it rained...

She came to her senses , in a new world , a fresher brighter world .The rain had ,so to speak , removed the miseries from the face of the earth . The ominous clouds above had disappeared and the darkness had finally given way to light. The sun was peeping up from behind the hill; the sunlight awakening the tiny buds .The battlefield from the night had given way to a garden of fresh blossoms. She felt happy. She felt ready to take on the world again, she felt ready to move on .But just as she tried to walk away, she heard something ringing far away .with every second it grew louder and louder and suddenly she connected. She woke up disconnected and disoriented and shut the alarm. She pulled up the curtains .A pinkish glow could be seen spreading over the sky, form her window. Beyond the garden and over and beyond the hill, the sun could be seen on its journey upwards. She gazed at the sight for what seemed like an eternity. She felt alive..

"Death comes at Night,

At Dawn cometh Life."

LIFE AS WE KNOW IT

Life is a roller coaster ride, It is God’s gift to humankind blah blah blah . Everyone has heard a lot of it and I am not going to repeat it for you. What I seek to put forward here is not a concept of life, but a brief intro to what it is all about. Some get a high on life, some seek different other mediums to get high. Some like to be in control, some revel in losing it .Some enjoy living, some live to enjoy. So it’s virtually impossible to generalise anything.

Think of life as a box of crayons. They all pointy are lined up in order, bright and perfect. But ultimately they will all gradually give way to being ground down, rounded, indistinguishable stumps missing their wrappers and smudged with other colours. Think of the crayons as the human race and then interpret it. Sometimes life just seems unbearably tragic. The pressure to conform along with the pressure to stand out is to forces from opposite directions pushing us deeper within ourselves. You are not a part of anything until you conform to the society in general, and you are a virtual nobody if you don’t stand out, you will just remain another face in the crowd. The catch 22 situation in which we find ourselves daily just creates another web of complexities for us to get out of. Think of it this way, is there any law to say that we have to match our socks with our clothes or for that matter wear matching socks. There isn’t, but still we do it, for there is an unsaid rule saying, the society does it, so must you. Why should there be so much pressure on us to give in to what the society demands, why can’t we live life as we want to!!

I think it is fair to say that half the human population is disappointed to be there, but is resigned to existence. It’s a tall claim, but if you look at the world around you, you will realise that it’s not that hard to believe after all .We don’t value art, we don’t value beauty; all we value is a world of ruthless efficiency. There’s no pleasure in creating things, and no pleasure in having them. Half the world’s treasures are stored in vaults of private collectors. I say we are denying our own humanity, our lives getting drearier than richer. Today the importance of attaching numbers to everything we do has made our life too mundane , the take of the experts on this phenomenon , “ if your numbers go up , it means you’re having more fun “. Is that what you want your life to be? Don’t you feel like shouting out aloud “what on earth am I doing here on this beautiful day? This is the only life I’ve got!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”, but if you do that society will tell you to chill.. Take a few deep breaths and cool off with a glass of water. Coming to think of it, why shouldn’t they, you are not the only special guy around, there are millions going through the same grind and coming out of it unperturbed. But then again what they don’t realise is that you are a special guy after all , not because you screamed , but because you chose to give words to what you felt , which none of the others had done .

Feel proud of you actions , and learn to speak your mind , because I’m sure at the end of it all , you would like to look upon your life as one lived according to your terms , not others. One of enjoyment not compromises. A life well spent, not one which had a feeling of emptiness associated with it. I’m sure one would want to die in bliss , one in which he/she would have at least the achievement of living the life exactly the way he/she wanted to live it , doing the things he/she wanted to do , at the time when they wanted to do . I’m not saying you should give in to your every impulse , but then If you are intelligent enough to understand what I’ve written , I would say you are intelligent enough to decide what’s worth the time and what’s not .