I
am strangely still alive! It is somewhat mysterious and the mystery is yet to
be found out. How can a man remain alive after his mind setup being shattered
on encountering the present happenings, totally unbecoming to his own
temperament and liking? I have all along tried to live with my own identity
strikingly different from others. I am always reluctant to live with blind
conformity to existing customs and practice because to go for critical analysis
of every happening is my nature and I cannot avoid it. The present ongoing is
creating sufficient contradictions and confusions in my mind. Naturally I
cannot take those happening as granted without citing any debate or
reservation. Conceptual concurrence propels us to live in mental peace. The
present situation is always challenging the philosophy of my life, my attitude
to life and I shall be advised to accommodate all those nonsense without
challenging. How can that be? I can never dispose of the purity of my own soul
at the exchange of any. Those who do this as a way of compromise I would like
to remain at poles asunder from them.
One
may raise a question what is the basic element of my contradiction. Each and
every man creates his own world and that is his living abode. None can survive
in absolute vacuum because there is no capital as such what can fuel his spirit
to be alive. If we extend our vision up to any length it is sure to be
discovered that the world is now the messy litter-bin of waste and unwanted
thinking. These trash thinking and concepts wound me much and I am pained
because of our moral degeneration. Blood strain is oozing out from the pricking
wounds of conscience. It is an irony to quote that even our conscience
sometimes forgets to lodge requisite protest against social ills and evils. We
expose our protest in different forms and techniques since our birth. It is our
birth right. If situation compels us to eliminate that spirit with an execution
of force it is beyond doubt a gross ignominy. What is the use of such living as
a puppet? It is deliberate humiliation to our identity.
Why
do such changes take place? It needs a perfect clarification. No positive
explanation can be achieved if we do not encourage a debate on the issue moral
degradation. Sometimes I feel that brain cells of ours are becoming defunct and
we are becoming the victims of misconception and misunderstanding. Environments
influences us much to form an opinion on the ground of reality. But a
decomposing environment acts reverse. It spoils our faculty developments with
viral contamination of all evils. It ensures our mental death. A man being
mentally dead can never produce any good for the society. What is the sense of
living as a fossil? I will be incapable of generating anything innovative or
creative because of the death of my good senses and feelings and I will remain
alive. It is the wrong interpretation of life. I can never assimilate the
unfortunate death of creative life because it exposes the charm of our life.
I
am really tired of fighting with me. None can survive fighting with
inevitability. It is the case of mine now. The bankruptcy in my life is the
truth in every walk. I hate the word compromise. My spine has become a
non-flexible bow out of series of compromise. It is duplicity and I have a
strong reservation to this particular word. Both ways acting stands as poison
to my life. I always want to live keeping my spine straight without any flow
cold blood through my spine. I become frustrated if anything stands reverse to
this concept. That is happening overruling my contradiction or reservation.
Then how can I survive? If I want to live I must have to change the situation
with all out assistance from others whose brain cells are active and who can
think in robust optimism. We can hardly live pledging our identity and
philosophy to the custody of miscreants. It is our fundamental duty to change the
situation so that we can breathe in fresh air.