Extinction - part II

Nascent morning rays kissing the dew drops floating on the leaves. The plant that stayed there calmly trying to strengthen and deepen it's roots, while its leaves are moving ahead, not competing among themselves, yet collaboratively nourishing the main body.

This was his usual time to make his comeback to the war going on around. 

This plant which was a sapling few months back witnessed the event which changed 'his' life.

Two months back, at this same time, it was unusually silent. He was sitting besides his father, an old man, once strong cheek bones now sunk in wrinkles. On the bed side table, few medicines , a syringe and a pathological report were marking their presence. 

"Son, you are a kind child, my suffering will be over soon unlike yours. But I am proud of you"

His eyes filled with tears, he felt choked by the emotions flooding inside him. But father was smiling. "Son, we often meet our destiny on the roads we avoid. You chose your own path, I tried to bring you back to so called mainstream but ....", A long pause due to pain in chest, but continued with hoarse voice, " ... You were born to be different."

"But why?", His patience finally gave up, his emotions overtook him. Tears , an amazing phenomenon, they are there in happiness , in sadness, they just denote the overflow of emotions, but never quantify it.

"son...", After hard coughing, old man tried to gather a little courage," maybe this is our last conversation, tell me what you always wanted to say"

He wanted to say so much, but he just cried. 

That was the last time when he cried. 

He woke up, and without the slightest laziness, came to the plant , and smiled , whispering, 'how are you my friend? You seems to be doing alright , did harsh sunlight burnt you too?' 

Sat there, in the balcony of his apartment, poorly lit, 11th floor of the building marking the man's triumph and boosting about the technological advancements, trying to demean the nature. He looked around and grinned, as his thoughts were creeping deep.

He said to himself, "Blind Adherence is the nameless and mistaken belief, an evil that binds you with compliance. This evil is a soul-eating merchant that sells the concept of painless death - packaged, shipped and delivered exactly how and when we want it. A genius plan to restrict all your dreams and possible creations, a systematic approach to convince that you are ordinary.

Almost every day a prototype that "could-have-been" incendiary, is aborted this way. The womb was kicked by "I have a lot of pending work" and all its headless twins. And the unassuming-but-misled vices that complicate further - complacency, customary politeness- deliberately  made lengthy to suffer a miscarriage of the very idea that we came to build upon, to create, to help, it is inevitable. Each node is carefully twisted and looped to give us a false sense of progress, and to kill the individuality, to cage the untamed and forbid you to walk on the wild side.
Isn't it an arrested development, a noose on the wildness within?

It won't take long when incurable poisoning from within will engulf the child who believed that this world is a beautiful playground.
I am here to call every spade a diamond because it is actually one. I am here to tell lies, lies that shape your facts. it is so odd that we strive to be even .. being the numeral 1 is what you must strive to be .. you cannot change no matter how you are operated .. you are at the roots and the pinnacles of your own doing .. strive to be that before you multiply.
there may or may not be a shape to this song. There may not be an apex to this obtuse stone. It's a series of concentric circles, each time you jump to the outer circle, clearer the picture becomes." 

" I will do something about it"

Extinction

"system self destruction begins "
And the countdown began.
It was 19July 2020.
The day when the 'catastrophe' was finally shutdown forever.
A figure emerges from the shadows as the system continues beeping sluggishly and the dark room lit by dim Reflections marked his prominent presence. A deep sigh ! He looked at the photo frame hanging on the damp wall to his side, bent a little to pick up a bag lying in the corner but stopped, gave a thought and left it where it was. It was the bag of burdens which he didn't want to carry. He was not tired , he was not timid, he was just at peace. He left silently and walked down the silent road, the civilized society is sleeping, only sounds filling that calming silence were of fluttering leaves nearby, some bird chirping, maybe some nocturnal predator. He said to himself,"I will return, I have to,". I know he will return but only when he is needed. That was the last time, I saw him since then.

It all started at the same date , 10 years back.

what, why, how !

Kaafile to bahot dekhe,  zindagi ki uljhi raaho pe,

apne raaste pe bhi chalke dekhe, kya pata yahi pahocha de,

us mukaam pe, jaha pe sochenge ek pal theher ke,

ki kitni muskurahate bikheri, ek insaan banke

tumhari seeekh ab kisi kaam ki nahi, 

jisne humesha Raam banna sikhaya,

lekin bhuul gaye,

ki Krishna bhi the mahabharat me kahi,

Time flies, people passes. It's like a train station, train arrives and leaves, passengers get in and then leave at their respective stations. It's the journey, that matters, not destination. It's the scenery that fascinates on the way. It took a long time, to figure out what I have really and what I want. Meeting new people, exchanging thoughts, sometimes to others it's just killing time, but for me, it opens new doors in the mind.It's all in the mind, that's right! A weak mind weakens the body and thus weakens the purpose of living. A strong mind in turn gives purpose to life and fills it with new energy and brightness. It's like a splinter, which burns to rejuvenates the will.
Motivation to keep that splinter burning, sometimes comes from outside, but really should it be like that? It should be ignited from within. It's a vicious cycle, sometimes motivation gives strength which accelerates the motion towards fulfilling the purpose and after sometimes, it's the purpose that drives and gives motivation to go for more. I wonder, how words like dreams and achievements changed to the word purpose. What I will achieve is dream and what I give to others after achieving is purpose. Purpose is always bigger than the dream. It's someone's purpose to have such dreams that sometimes gives purpose to others life.
What I need to become is someone who can motivate with kindling aura, lively presence, and erasing sadness as much as I can, and for that what I need is someone to motivate me,who is passionate and refreshing. It's like just by looking at them should motivate to achieve greater heights. Life lacking passion is like a 9 to 5 job, with tensions of installments and bills and other worldly cobwebs. Life full of passion is like a challenging game, where winning and loosing doesn't matter, it's the game that thrills, it's the path that drives. Choosing a correct path, where you acknowledge your dreams, your talents, your skills, fills with the excitement of experimenting with new things.
Life has its own ways of teaching things. I learnt at the end. and now when I have learnt it, I don't want this knowledge to be wasted. I don't know what future has for me in its bag, but I am going to put my hand in his(future's) bag and pull out some exciting prizes for myself. I am not going to give up so easily on life. It's the fountain of energy, which can be felt only by a strong mind full of energy, not by a dull tired mind, which gets satisfied after getting few prizes.
It has just started, life has more for me, more surprises, more lessons to be learnt, more experiences to enjoy, more moments to feel, more cold rainy nights, more friends, more thrills, and if it doesn't give me, I am going to snatch it from it, that's my purpose. Purpose is not to compete with anyone, not to show anyone, but just get up after falling and run and smile during the journey,till the day, when I will be proud of myself and can say, "yes I did it" and "Thank you god, for giving me this chance to pay you back in my own way".

Raaste

Mud ke dekha to raasto ka dil toot gaya,
raasto ki baaho me kho gaya, to manzil bura maan gayi,

Isi kashmakash me chalte hue, bahot aage nikal gaya,
pata hi na chala, kab subah se shaam dhalne pe aa gayi

Soch ke Bina gire, samhal k chalna,

Duniya k banay inhi raasto pe abtak samay bita diya

Lekin thokhar khake, girke samahlna,

Is alag ehsaas se aaj ae raasto tumne milwa diya

Humsafar me junoon ho age badhte rehne ka,

To raaste to hum khud banane waalo me se the,

Girke samhalne Ko Naam de diya kismat ka,

Warna kismat to hum khud likhne walo me se the

Abtak raasto ke paththar Ko bhi pranam kiya

Rukne ke badle, usi Ko sabak Bana liya

ehmiyat thi is sabki, Dil me Kahi

Par na jaane kal hogi ya nahi

raasto se maine 2 pal ruk ke puucha, kaha le chalega aaj,

to wo bhi haske bola, Tay to tune kar Liya hai

Wahi Disha hai,ab bus sun us hawa ka saaz,

Bus do pal Ruk ke soch ki kyu wo faisla Kiya hai

Sometimes it’s best to do, what’s everyone else want...

 Expressions are nothing but a waste of time. One should learn to keep their expressions and feelings within themselves. It’s nothing but a power to control one’s own mind. So, it's kind of a goodbye note. 

Starting with some quotations.

Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.

Leo Tolstoy

While I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God's creation.

Maya Angelou

The main thing that you have to remember on this journey is, just be nice to everyone and always smile.

Ed Sheeran

You can't please everyone. When you're too focused on living up to other people's standards, you aren't spending enough time raising your own. Some people may whisper, complain and judge. But for the most part, it's all in your head. People care less about your actions than you think. Why? They have their own problems!

Kris Carr

Behavior is the mirror in which everyone shows their image.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The last and my personal favourite

In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is simplicity.

Hunter S. Thompson

True,  In the modern times we have been taught that do what’s best for you. But in ancient times, saints and rishi-munis preached about selfish service and pointed it out as the only way to reach higher goals and to serve humanity.