The Book and the World

Dear World,

As I see through the windows of the shelves you’ve kept me in, you’ve changed. I see that you need me less now, for you’ve made friends of your own. I see you’ve grown, you’ve grown to be what I pictured you to be. But in spite of the wonders you’re doing, is it right to forget me?

Since you’re drifting away and ahead, and discovering more of you, I find it inevitably essential to remind you that my inner strength is still the most powerful. I’m the creator of a million minds and perhaps, yours too. It’s sad for me for I’m fading away, finding new places in the corner of metal shelves rather than hungry minds.

The consciousness that your people need should be fed by me, and I’m continuously eager to implant more aspirations in you. I am seeking more pair of eyes who excitingly seek knowledge, for I have plenty. But also, I have a world of my own to offer. I have a million stories waiting inside to erupt to make way to the people and make memories over cups of tea and coffee. Gone are the days when you used to cherish my company. I don’t have a tongue of my own, but the words that I offer talk more than what people do. They tell not just tales, but offer words of wisdom.

I miss our friendship, as it was when I was awake. The isolation from you feels more like an abduction and makes me restless. These glass windows are more like cages that allow me to see my deterioration. Every day, I see the children peeping through to me wondering what do I contain, but I wish there was a way to tell them that I contain the world itself.

I want to tell you and these children, the tales of wisdom, love, and freedom again. For I have stories to tell, both real and unreal, some witnessed, and some not. I have mysteries contained in myself, but how do I say this if you’re turning away.

I see you finding your time in the television by the door, with your eyes eagerly luxuriating the videography it offers. But I want to remind you, that I’m no less entertaining. For I recited poems, stories, and fairy tales when you were a child yourself.

It saddens me to know that I’m not a part of you anymore.  But I wish, that someday and sometime, you’ll pick me up again. You’ll flip through my pages and read my gallant tales of heroism. You’ll read the tales of the characters I created and recite them to your children too. I wish you’ll return. I wish you’ll wear off the dust that’s been settled upon me. I do nothing but wish for your eyes to know more, through me. I wish.

Your lost treasure,

The Book

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To The Door of Happiness

A rough day at the training ended, and luckily it was the final day. Two days later, we had to run ourselves into the battle against the enemy nation with a 50% chance of returning alive (luckily again). We were being instructed.
As we all prepared ourselves for the war, we packed our stuff along with the emotions but the one thing that we couldn’t pack and leave was memories. But it was in some way, positive for us because we had to have something to motivate us to return alive, return alive for someone who’s waiting. As we entered the battlefield, all I could think of was my daughter, whom I promised to be there for her birthday which was a week later. But to keep that promise, I had to live, and that was the only thing I was unsure of.
As the war began, we marched on with broad shoulders, arms, and weapons. Also with a flag attached to the uniform just above the heart in spite of being inside it as well. We waited for the opposition to bring the fight to us, and they did. 3 days of continuous warfare and thence, it ended. It ended with a win for us, but this wasn’t a happy win, it was a mixed one because I lost 3 of my friends and that counts as a bigger loss. I survived somehow, and it took me another 2 days to get back to reality and get over with the loss I faced.
I was conscious but unhappy. But my mind was mature enough to move on. It was time for me to head home and see my wife and my daughter who had been suffering more than me all this time. Reminiscing, waiting for me. As I was heading back, I was trying to pull myself together and preventing myself from adding on to their misery. On the way, I bought my girl some presents and a chocolate, and I head home. I reached late in the night. I always had a spare key of the house, so I opened the door and quietly sneaked in.

-Vishal

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A Trip Around The Sun

365 days, 365 stories. It is very peculiar and perhaps dissatisfying that the amazement of this world goes unnoticed. People have become occupied. They’ve made themselves so. Over the years, people have been trying hard to find ways to be occupied and work. Work for themselves and their families, and thus, the cycle got constructed and a system formed where people get money for doing errands. Well, to be honest, this system is fair enough, and also well managed. The rule is simple, work and get paid.

But the point is, that despite the fact that people work to earn a living and perhaps do more with what they earn, they’ve developed a mental scenario wherein they need money and time to enjoy and celebrate. People around the world have started seeking pleasure, excitement and joy in materialistic things which, of course, require capital. But in spite of the fact that the theory is being universally accepted and is functioning well on practical grounds, on severe and deep contemplation and realization, it is untrue.

Materialistic things aren’t the only sources to a joyous life. There’s much more than that, and all people have to do is realize. Realize that life isn’t just about amusement parks, malls, movie theatres and places like that. Life’s way much more than that. If one would ask a person who spent his life exploring new places and a one who spent his days earning and partying on weekends, the person who’d be happier would be the explorer. The human race is the smartest, or perhaps even have been provided with super-powers of a vision that’s unmatchable, unprecedented and limitless. Yet, both unfortunately and ironically, due to lack of awareness and the misbelief of chasing the visionary illusions, humans act stupid.

Yes, humans are stupid. And not that they’re victims of the consequences, they’ve made themselves so. It’s easy to convince people into believing that money can buy happiness. And actually, it can, no arguments. But the thing that’s to be noted is that the happiness that money can buy isn’t everlasting and unmatchable to what inner happiness is. Humans shall realize that happiness like a million other things, a part of our surroundings. It’s hidden, everywhere. People who discover that are no less than legends. They find pleasure in the simplest of things. And so can we, but why don’t we? Because unfortunately, we’ve been a victim of our own consequences.

Life is nothing but a pursuit of happiness. And people do everything to achieve that. But along the path they tramp on, at some point, they get misdirected and mislead themselves into the puzzle.

This stuff may seem exceedingly untrue and too philosophical to apply in real life, but it isn’t. These aren’t instructions, these are words of realization. To prove this, try feeding a hungry child or try giving clothes to homeless, try observing the enthusiasm of a child who’s learning, try giving gifts to the kids, try help old age people to cross the road. This stuff, is what is simple yet has the biggest surprises. Happiness gained from them is what real happiness is. And the best part is, you’re sharing it.

A year consists of 365 days and each day comes with a surprise. And no kidding, it does. It’s onto us, the humans to design and decorate the day, and collectively decorate life, not just ours, but others’ as well. That’s what life is, and realizing it is what makes it different. Life is meant to be great, and our work apart from the real deal, is to contribute and share. Happiness shared is the best type of happiness. And that’s what each year is, it’s an opportunity to leave the past as it was and chase ‘real happiness’. Because every day is a gift, a surprise. And 365 days aren’t less to have a happening year. So, it’s time, time to have a great trip around the sun.

-Vishal

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