Oh to be alive

I have a dream, a song to sing, to help me cope with anything, If you see the wonders of the fairy tale, you can take the future even if you fail, I believe in angels, something good in everything I see… (The line is borrowed from an all time favourite song by the evergreen group Abba)                                                                                                                  My faith in ...

Would it make a difference if I was just a number? Would it make me merge, somewhere in the Matrix? If I had no name to identify me, if I had no place to carry on my shoulders? For ever so long they’ve   hunted me out, killed me and my brethren for who we are. How long will the maxim, eye for an eye, provide succor to misguided souls? I thought faith was meant to propagate peace, now it lurks in the darkness of every street, causing death and pain untold, as every day they fire another salvo. I wish I was old enough to drive in some sense, we are all the same aren’t we, with the same blood in our veins? Why then are there mountains of maimed bodies around me and rivers of blood? I can’t play anywhere any more, my mates they say are in the lap of God. I wonder why He sits quiet too, I wish I was just a number so such madness wouldn’t ensue. But I still hold on to faith in my heart, one fine day there may be a fresh start. ©...

He hurriedly packed a sandwich and stuffed it into his bag, threw a quick glance at himself in the dappled mirror, as he rushed out on a cold and windy day, locking the door behind him. Walking with long strides, a little spring in his step, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the biting, but invigorating nip in the air. His mind was at ease, yet excited, a strange sense of warmth enveloped him. He felt a certain connect with the entire universe. He watched the morning rush as people of all colours and sizes scurried around to keep pace with the clock. Time and tide wait for none, was the thought that came to his mind as he stepped on to the bus, with a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He was twenty five, well-built and extremely attractive or so he had been often told in the last two years in school, when the girls swooned over him. He however, preferred to remain aloof then and even now, not really giving much credence to what they said. Girls were...

Another mindless act of the mind: another suffering human goes on a rampage and killing spree, stabbing his room-mates and then shooting others, causing suffering all around. All in the name of being neglected, bullied or just plain lonely is hard to say. But, the recent incident in Santa Barbara, USA, brings to the fore the warped psyche of youngsters or long ignored issues that society seems to be facing and has been unable to resolve. What is it that seems to be going so wrong to trigger off events that do not seem to have any logical explanation? What is it that seems to be missing in the seemingly secure, reasonably opulent and materialistically well-endowed lives of young people today?   Is it all about the liberal gun laws or is there a huge gap in the lives of children as a whole as they are perhaps shunted from one failed relationship to another, or is it about having been there, done that, a little too soon? These have ceased to be freak cases and seem to be b...