I, am humanity; standing miles away from humans. I wonder why they call me humanity when I am not designed to be inherited by humans. I should have been named ‘Idle-ity’ or ‘Comfort-ity’ if my worth is only for my comfort and silence.
But, suddenly, I seemed to be known all over again- and that to, by my real name. “Humanity this, Humanity that, Where is Humanity?” etc seemed to flash out on Televisions, Newspapers, radio channels, Shirts & T-shirts, mugs and even on toothbrushes! I wondered if ‘The Blue-line Massacre’ had actually explained a large number of humans what I truly meant. Maybe it did. Maybe it didn’t. Maybe, I just stood embraced and then most casually left. Maybe that’s what all humans do to humanity- they casually leave it.
Oh! Yes, another friend of mine “Casual”. He usually ends up leaving these humans as- ‘casualties’. But, they still like him. To be precise- they love him. He’s the real winner out there, not me. He is found in every test paper ‘given’, found in every doctor who ‘kills’ his patient, found in every garbage ‘simply’ thrown and as a matter of fact, found in every third person crossing the road. But he’s definitely not to be blamed. After all, it’s his nature to be casual.
On the other hand- I, am reflecting. I, am preserving. I, am morals and principles. I, am habits. I, am truth and integrity. And to comprise this all- I am life. Obviously, the brighter and better side of life. To me- life is values; life brings out responsibilities and a much awaited discipline. You are all following my footsteps if you are sensing and then ethically reciprocating. And mind it: - you are blessed each life to love it completely. Life teaches you a lot but learn it in snatches…Make the most of it now…Make the most of me now…Maybe someday I could save you…
…Just Maybe…
07-07-07
“IT wasn’t his fault, really. It was of that man’s. The man on the seat. He didn’t stop and couldn’t care less. My child insisted abut was forced. His eyes shut to darkness- till he could sleep forever and ever…” -The Karan Sharma’s mother
…Yes, Just Maybe…
dIKSHA gROVER
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- DIE-betes
- What's wrong with us? What's happening around us? What is this world? What's the use of our lives? Why words? What...Who...Where...When...Why...How...Hell no! these are too mind boggling questions! I feel the pain in answering them...don’t you? Maybe that’s why both of us are diagnosed as spastics-skeptics-ism... a disease of slow death...sweet death actually...of DIE-betes... though years later... IS YOUR COLOR GREEN? talks about...how green will soon be extinct in this world...as an evironmentalist, I care, do you? rather...don't you? or do you not want to? What does you dying existence tells you to do?
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