For some survival is security, for some it’s pleasure,
For some it’s melancholy, for some it’s the longing,
For some it’s absurd, for some it’s wealth, health and stealthL
For some it’s love,
For some its thoughts submerged in memory (pain of love), the fear of the being dethroned from their loved ones …..
For some it’s ideas, For some it’s imagination,
For some it’s implementation,
And for a majority it’s walking through the finer pastures with a pre imbibed destinations chalked for them….
I always dream upon the way with which the society operates……it detonates and perhaps persuades us with the concept of survival. It pities the needy, suppresses the people who don’t acquaint to this ever changing universe (Survival of the fittest).
And for some extraneous people survival lands up nothing more than watching, decoding an encrypted universe, bullying their brains, throbbing their hearts to communicate with a lifeless machine, and befriending a machine with a 2 GB RAM capable doing miracles of unknown latitude, and providing fantasies of unknown dilution J….perhaps they live in a vicious circle (even Iam buoyed by all these virtualized environment)….
In this context of survival numerous human emotions’ get blurred from or vicinity………..
“
The first step @ the insti,
The first hand-shake of a lasting friend,
Spirit of a new born individuality,
Dreams that pitches up our scale to aim at unknown vistas,
Those un-ending arguments,
Those unfathomable thoughts,
Those memoirs of first love,
Sensation of a first smoke,
Ecstasy of first vodka, with glasses clinging across the round table conference”
In the context of survival, we act against our pursuit of happiness; we submerge ourselves of living and serving ourselves. The ultimatum landing up no more than a square compartment of a compliment demarked and a chassis suffixed with some axles to take you to speedy drive. Of course there are some unimaginable achievements but at the cost of???? (Resolution unknown).
In our run for survival,
Ideas get realized,
Thoughts get provoked,
Identity becomes neutral,,
Beauty becomes eternal,
And money becomes the centrifuge!
Way of life is a thing of beauty which each and every individual designs for himself, nurtures for his satisfaction, and lives for his happiness……any way of life being forced to act upon for a societal outlook results a fruitless seed rotten at early stage, useless for itself and for the fabric of the society as a whole.
Let us live to ‘feel’ the aura blessed with the flora of life! After all there is one life to live, to re-define our slated path of the so called “survival”, and moulding it for a better future is crossword left with our hands ….
For some it’s melancholy, for some it’s the longing,
For some it’s absurd, for some it’s wealth, health and stealthL
For some it’s love,
For some its thoughts submerged in memory (pain of love), the fear of the being dethroned from their loved ones …..
For some it’s ideas, For some it’s imagination,
For some it’s implementation,
And for a majority it’s walking through the finer pastures with a pre imbibed destinations chalked for them….
I always dream upon the way with which the society operates……it detonates and perhaps persuades us with the concept of survival. It pities the needy, suppresses the people who don’t acquaint to this ever changing universe (Survival of the fittest).
And for some extraneous people survival lands up nothing more than watching, decoding an encrypted universe, bullying their brains, throbbing their hearts to communicate with a lifeless machine, and befriending a machine with a 2 GB RAM capable doing miracles of unknown latitude, and providing fantasies of unknown dilution J….perhaps they live in a vicious circle (even Iam buoyed by all these virtualized environment)….
In this context of survival numerous human emotions’ get blurred from or vicinity………..
“
The first step @ the insti,
The first hand-shake of a lasting friend,
Spirit of a new born individuality,
Dreams that pitches up our scale to aim at unknown vistas,
Those un-ending arguments,
Those unfathomable thoughts,
Those memoirs of first love,
Sensation of a first smoke,
Ecstasy of first vodka, with glasses clinging across the round table conference”
In the context of survival, we act against our pursuit of happiness; we submerge ourselves of living and serving ourselves. The ultimatum landing up no more than a square compartment of a compliment demarked and a chassis suffixed with some axles to take you to speedy drive. Of course there are some unimaginable achievements but at the cost of???? (Resolution unknown).
In our run for survival,
Ideas get realized,
Thoughts get provoked,
Identity becomes neutral,,
Beauty becomes eternal,
And money becomes the centrifuge!
Way of life is a thing of beauty which each and every individual designs for himself, nurtures for his satisfaction, and lives for his happiness……any way of life being forced to act upon for a societal outlook results a fruitless seed rotten at early stage, useless for itself and for the fabric of the society as a whole.
Let us live to ‘feel’ the aura blessed with the flora of life! After all there is one life to live, to re-define our slated path of the so called “survival”, and moulding it for a better future is crossword left with our hands ….
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