Not every story has a villain.

For me, this was another headline of this sunshine newspaper which pulled me to the depths of its issue. I am generally touched by the overwhelming emotions of the masses, by the position of the innocent victim, if any. My judgemental yet reasonable mind does not take time to hold the culprit responsible and criticize its deeds and flaws. But this was one of those very few, I underscore, very few cases where the allegations don’t satisfy my conditions to claim a person as an unqualified culprit. Yes, even though my decision is affecting neither the victim nor the culprit, I have to scrutinize every aspect and then form my opinion. However, today there is one thing I am pretty sure of, which is that not every story needs to have a villain. 

In this case, a boy committed suicide because he was expelled. The public accuses the institution of not being fair to his caste. The people speak of this mishap as intentional; they say that the boy was forced to end his life.

But here is one strange thing. This young fellow was not thrown out of his college because of his background. It is very specifically stated that the decision had been taken exclusively for his violent deeds. I fail to understand where the criteria of caste emerged from!

The boy might not have been able to tolerate another turn in his life; probably the odds were not in his favour since the beginning of his journey, as he states in his last letter. It indeed is a point of grief. But this does not have anything to do with his background or the personal bias of the authorities. It is a crystal rule that the persons are supposed to live in harmony and not disrupt each other’s well being, let alone abuse or assault. The decision of expulsion from the authorities would have been just the same if a student of some different caste had behaved in a similar manner. This, I can be sure of without being a member of the administration. 

I don’t explicitly state the issue I am referring to now, but what I explicitly tell you, my friend, is that this bullshit of casteism needs to stop. We need to accept that every bullet that hits us is targeted at our actions, not our so called social group. I don't stand in a position to declare who is innocent and who is not. But being a citizen of a country which gives me the freedom to express, I will definitely say that accusing people only for the sake of seeing someone punished is utter stupidity. 

The moon and the sun

The moon and the sun,
They are exceptionally close to my heart.
Beholding their distinct beauty,
I feel like I am having the time of my life.
But it frightens me,how when I close my eyes,
 I find them right in front.
I see these gigantic stars persuading my spirit to take a step forward and touch their glory,
But alas, the ground ends right where I stand
And all I understand in this surreal moment is that no matter how closely I see them,
I will never be with these parts of my life.

Creating our own fantasies

I have no clue what you talk about when you speak of forever and eternity,
It is not known to me to what depths you believe in your own words,
But at times I wish we could only cherish this moment's serendipity.
Yet what I wish and what my mind is tempted to think are far away destinations; 
It moulds and shapes our transient future a little too many times, 
While my humble heart silently asks for salvations.
It frequently scares me to have so much credence, 
I doubt if this fantasy merely makes my heart vulnerable, while it tries to keep it satiated. 
Still,I remind myself of how this very fantasy also makes me reach the heavens, 
And how the vague thought of holding this little dream with you unshattered keeps my existence enchanted.