I’ll miss you..

This is something more than an exaggeration. This is not a post to show my blog is not deserted. This is indeed a deserted blog depicting a deserted, barren mind. Oh! my oasis, love, I’m craving for you.
Ever since I’ve started enjoying the aesthetic sense of God, this specific tree that I’m going to talk about , has charmed me. As very unusual, this tree had not so many branches, not even leaves. She stood one of a kind among other classic trees an plants. In a sense she never provided shade to any traveler.
I even now am confused about what it actually symbolized.
She hadn’t any leaves - poverty?
She never seemed providing shade to anyone – misery? arrogance?
But her presence among others meant loneliness. It also meant her specialty.
The photographer in me, in these four years have always wished to capture the blue sky and the greenery on to the film with this beautiful tree and the bliss of her presence. I felt like she really possessed something divine to contain this beauty.
Whenever the bus passes by, I always look at her and I would say, “One day, I’ll get you pictured”.
My laziness and silly excuses to walk back to my hostel made me postpone my plans to get down at the location and get the beautiful snapshot.
This had two effects. I never pictured her and my love for her increased.
I’ve expressed my love towards this tree to many of my friends.
My last days at college always urged me to picture her. But I never did. I’d not added this tree and charm to the folder in my hard disk, which contains all my seductions to nature.
So this time, the last time I visit my college being a student, I was determined to do it.
Sitting in the bus, waiting for the place where she stood to arrive, I started from Adoor to Manakkala metro.
The right location is called Kanan Nagar. As soon as the bus reached this place, against all my expectations, I saw her Lay on the ground naked, dead in the emptiness of human thoughts. She was brutally raped. She raised many questions which went unheard.
She had been cut down by …………
I wasn’t sad, nor were I happy. I hadn’t the feeling of failure. This time, as my friend INTORPIDIRE says, I was numb.
If I’d pictured her on first sight, I would surely have forgotten her then and there. I would just praise the picture and time will erase her out of my memory.
My longing to picture her has made me love her so much, and this incident has made me miss her so much….
The tree was very special…. I miss you…

REVELUTION, A NEED…

It is science which proves and conquers most of the minds. And it is the mind where questions are manufactured. Science pretends to solve most of our problems. Science says man was born as a byproduct of a great process known as evolution. Evolution goes on, it’s a continuous process and we are just a byproduct; Homo sapien.

I got a correction. Man was born out of rEvolution.

Our biological ancestors [whoever it be] revolted against bad environmental conditions (constitutes a vague 77% to the cause). Many lost their existence. The ones left lived a life called Homo sapiens.

Though many of our ancestors could not stand adverse conditions, they never stopped melting metal to continue the chain of revolution. They had the hope. Rather, they only had hope. The hope drove them and now we are here.

We are born to revolt because it is in our blood. But the question that is manufactured next is “against what?” Our approach has become so mean that we use the word ‘against’ after revolt. We forget that we also are revolting ‘for’ the hope.

Are we supposed to revolt only against bad environment? Are we to keep mum against something wrong that does not come under our kingdoms?

In my humble opinion, revolt starts from ourselves and then on it is our selfless selves that carry the spirit.

We are to revolt against any flawed system, be it our minds, family, community or country or anything that influences social life. Once a system is flawed, it definitely is to change. None can actually prevent it. Yes! It is change that comes. It is evolution that affects.

If there weren’t any revolutions in history, humankind would soon have been history, with none to praise.

Any development, be it mental or material, is not mere development. It is development cooked in a revolutionary cuisine. It is the flag of success over the corpse of some negatives that once controlled the world.

Consider inventions. They are revolutions over our own disabilities.

Consider art. It is revolution over alphabets in spreading ideas. Music could connect souls.

Whatever aspects that pop-up in our minds have somehow got something to do with revolution.

And revolution isn’t about winning; it’s about not losing the hope. Revolutions in history are mostly accomplished in peace. [Wait! Don’t come up with a list having French revolution and the ilk]. Most are unrecorded revolutions in history.

Bloodshed may be chosen as the last of the options for revolutions. If blood is shed, someone will surely be born out of it to compensate it. And it will ultimately lead to…. No… It won’t lead us anywhere.

So people, revolt… for, it’s what we’re born for. It’s how we evolved.