Breaking Radio Silence

Every day is just a blur, which within a blink of an eyelid transforms into a completely different thing. Delhi. Just another city with the same old story of constant transformation and fast pace. With a rich cultural history that dates back to centuries, to the most modern technological revolutions today, this place was as intriguing to me as a new toy is to a baby. Fascinated by every aspect of this place I have always wondered if just for once this place could take a break and pause at its track. Home to a wide variety of people, belonging to different strata of the society, everyone had one thing in common. They all were participants in common race to survival. For the poor, meeting ends on a daily basis was the priority, for others, business deals and diplomatic relations that drives an entire nation was on top of their list. A city buzzing with energy was a witness to constant struggle for survival. A place where human life is not even given a penny’s worth, people will do anythi...

I had always wondered how I had ended up there. Shackled and bound, unable to move. Burden by the iron ball tied across my ankle. It had been the course of actions that I had taken. Maybe the course of path already charted out for me by the all knowing one. When doubt filled my mind about the justifications of events that had crossed my path, faith was something that I was unwilling to give up. Maybe it was that faith, the unknown bond between me and the universe, that provided me with the power to rise above all those adversities. Just like a phoenix bird, I wanted to purge myself of all the past and rise again from my own ashes as a new soul but yet wise with the lessons of the past. But the wounds of the past were so deep that however healed it was, it still leaves a painful scar. A scar that makes you want to undo your whole life, go back step by step and correct your methods. But again, since the justification of all events in one’s life is not provided, faith was the only way ahe...

I hate school: Aryan hated school. It was not as exciting as his first day. When his mother told him that he will be going to school, he was so happy and was nearly unable to contain his excitement. He even wondered why the other kids in his class were crying and making a lot of fuzz about leaving their parents and being at school. Now he knew why. He had to study here. It was no fun. He had thought that school was a place where he could make new friends and play games all day long without his parents interfering and asking him to be careful always. Those were just fantasies parents build up in their children’s mind so that they consent to being send to school. To make matters worse, his teachers even give home work. As if learning stuff in school was not just enough for them. He thought that these teachers were out there to make his life miserable. He still remembers how eager he was to join school. He even made his father buy him a school bag with Spiderman, his favorite super hero ...

As I bid farewell to the people whose love welcomed me into this world, I suddenly felt scared. Scared of the uncertain future into which I was inching forward with every breath of mine. Scared of the uncertainty, the questions that arise in my mind, am I capable, will I survive, the uncertainty of love, success, career, all just sprang up on me from all four sides. I clearly remember that l have had this very same fear before. But then I had decided to cut all threads that hold me back and leap into the future with a certain amount of confidence that I will find someone along the path who will either be with me till the very end or if not someone will be there to guide me and help me. But now here I stand at the crossroads, not wanting to cut any bonds that have been created in my journey till here, just hoping that when I step across, I’ll have the same people who were with me till now along with me on my journey till the end. The knowledge of the fact that each person has his own p...

My life is boring. I am 24 years old. I have reached nowhere in life. I feel like a complete loser. All day I have to do the same boring job, at the same boring desk, staring at the same boring screen. It’s a wonder that I haven’t shot myself yet. I had no friends. The one's that didn’t count as social interaction were the calls from an ex girl friend complaining about how her current boy friend is not as satisfying as I was. It was as if the Nazi’s had taken over again. But unfortunately they are the good ones. They control the world . Everyone on the street was a suspect. The Elders suspected that someone was after them. Mankind has been divided into two. The one with the power and the one without. Poverty, hunger, greed… they were creeping everywhere. I have had enough. I wanted to do something. I wanted to do a lot of things. I wanted to tell my ex girl friend to get over me and to stop pretending to be a good person. It’s her fate. It can’t be changed. I wanted to tell the peo...