Price Rs: 103

                                                                                 
      I saw a very queer thing the previous day in the market. Knowing that the value of Rupee has gone down to a great extent I was surprised to see a shopkeeper having dangled a small price board declaring the item price ‘Rs: 103’. The amount 103 seemed very different to me. No one would ever give importance to the unit 3 in the whole price because it worth really very small. It wasn’t usual. The shopkeeper should have increased it up to ‘Rs: 110’ or else it should have been ‘Rs: 100’, but the idea of ‘Rs: 103’ was just not getting down my throat. After a short conflict with my reasoning I came to understand something. Not that I understood the reason for that I would never ask the shopkeeper such an obvious thing and to be seen as an idiot. It might be the actual price, what can I say about it.
      I just needed to learn something out of it cause it wasn't really a usuall Item price one could find in the market.
      What I understood is a principle of life. What if the shopkeeper would have ignored and increased the price up to ‘Rs: 110’. It means he has given the seven rupees worth to be ignored, not just by him but every other person will fall in this trap. My prophet said that the market is a place where the SHATAANs are really present in a good number. And yes it is right. Think what happens when the rates go high and the things become unreachable for the common men and hence creating the sense of discrimination which further results in the crimes and violation of everyone’s right. Thus destroying the whole community and law.
      The worth is what we build our self, no matter of what thing. If we give small worth to small money then automatically a desire for large amount of money will rise among the people. They will no longer be satisfied with small money. The poor will be worth smaller than the richer one’s. If the shopkeeper is giving a considerable worth to the money then he is really stabling the whole community. If he gives little worth to seven rupees then the other day he will be raising the amount by seven still more. Because he has already ignored seven yesterday and 'worth' is what doesn’t have to be built again and again every day from the start. If you gave something little worth then you will not hesitate to give it the same worth the second time. It’s a point to ponder.
      That shopekeer was really doing the right thing. He was actually controlling the whole community's orderliness and peacefulness.
Anyways I walked back home happily after that. :p

You will be left with the thing you care the most.

                                                                                     
Once there was a witch lived in a far village. She occupied a big house in the outskirts of the village and lived alone in it. Her house was full of mirrors fixed onto every wall of the house. She was very beautiful and used to see her in the mirrors all the day. Because of her beauty people of the village were keen to visit her and that way she made many friends and was happy with her life. With the time she started feeling proud for being so beautiful and being liked by everyone. And hence she ended up turning arrogant and rude over the noble villagers. But she was genuinely a good being. No one could dare to offend her and everyone was afraid of her witchcraft. 
      In this state of situation on day, when she offended a pious man of the village, she was cursed by that pious man. After few days she got her face diseased with a mysterious malady. And she turned ugly. When she looked herself in the mirror she broke the mirror in anger. Then she broke every mirror in her house because she couldn't tolerate her ugliness.
       With the time she started losing her visitors and people didn't find her worth meeting. She used to banish everyone with the witchcraft whoever remarked upon her ugliness. She couldn't go and live in the village, for that she wasn't the same person like them. She was a witch. In the end she was left alone with sorrow and the broken mirrors in her big house.
      One day an old woman came upon her house. She knocked the door. The witch opened, to find a lady of short stature. The old woman said to her that she can help her give anything she wants but in return she wants a thing that she cared the most. The witch became confused, in her bewilderment she couldn't answer the old woman. When asked, she told her that she cant, because what she wants is what she cared the most. Her beauty.
      The old lady said, "Its beauty that you want but its not beauty that you care the most. Its your vanity. Give me your vanity and arrogance and You will have your beauty back. You sacrificed everything for it and got yourself alone and sad." The witch realized at once. And promised never to be arrogant from the day. The lady cast a spell and murmured few words and gave her beauty back and went away.

You are just ripe my son!

There was an apple hung from a tree. The branch holding it was the lowest branch of the tree. It was shrouded by the upper branches and no light could pass down on to the apple. The apple had never experienced the warmth of the sun light.
One day the wind was blowing faster than the usual. It caused the branch to move side ways. As the wind blew faster and faster the branch came outward and got the apple exposed to the sun light. But after a very brief duration it again moved back to its position. The apple felt the warmth of the sun light for a second and he felt good. He had never felt such pleasure. He waited for another wave of wind so that it can reach out to the sun light again. Meanwhile the apple thought about the many days he was ignorant from this sensation. Not that it needed the sunlight for its growth, and also the apple was still bigger than the other apples hung from the same tree. But still he felt the need to reach out once again to the light. When the wind blew the second time the apple again got exposed to the light and this time the duration was still smaller. Same thing happened few more times and the apple got irritated. He resolved that when the next time wind appears he would try on his own to reach out to the light. When the next wave came and the branch swayed in the same manner, the apple tried to swing across its twig. It reached up to the light but doing so he broke himself off from the branch and fell to the ground.
      Surprised by the misfortune he didn't had any explanation for himself. Looking around for a while he then directed towards the sun and asked about the betrayal.
The sun replied, "I shower my light upon everyone and those who receive it are the lucky ones and those who couldn't reach it are the ignorant. I have nothing to do with what made you stupid enough to break off yourself from the tree. May be you should ask the wind."
The apple wasn't satisfied and neither he was remorseful over the misfortune. He then asked the wind, because it was due to the wind that he felt the desire for the light.
The wind replied, "I blow in the same fashion in every place. It was due to me that you came to know the pleasure and warmth of the sunlight. You were ignorant about the sensation for so many days of your life. I gave you a chance to relish one day of your life. I moved faster enough to just stretch out the branch without breaking you off it. But who advised you to push yourself and swing"
The apple was still unsatisfied. He didn't had an explanation and couldn't blame anyone for his misfortune. He then looked up at the mother tree in order to receive compassion.
Then tree said, "You are just ripe my son!"

Instruments of Time

Many people come across us in our lives. Some of them prove to be good friends and we remember them whole of our lives. While some of them we never like to see ever again, and we hate them. The later are the weaker ones and we succeed in forgetting them after some time. But there are still others for whom we neither feel hate and nor they prove to be good friends. In a particular sense they are used by the time. We might remember them  not as another step to our success and yet not even as a hurdle in the way; but they do have a role in our success. Without even the slightest intentions of what they do but still somehow they provoke inside us a urge to carry on with what we want. We might not hate them for what they do but we surely start looking at the path that we have just left. Imagine yourself standing at an edge while you are just ready to fly with the wings tied along your arms. But some unknown force is convincing you to not to jump. Some abyss of your past don't just leaves you away. Meanwhile when your are just ready to jump but still standing at the edge and thinking, someone comes and holding the same abyss in one hand and with the other hand thrust you down the edge. Frightened by the unexpected betrayal you try to recover at first, then after some time when you are falling down the air you are reminded of your wings. You try to give it a try and find it helpful. When you have recovered and learned to fly then you recall what has just happened. That person who has betrayed you is neither your friend nor he comes out to be an enemy because its due of him that you succeeded in getting over your own fears. He might not be an enemy nor he might be even your friend but he is just used by the time for your success, so called the instrument of time.
      In case of a big picture such instruments might appear in the form of a group of people, a law, or an organization. Their principles and aims depend upon the stories of the past. Their efforts are always in accordance with the abyss of the past. They keep struggling for the vengeance or stability of what was created by the deniers of some other tradition before their's. They don not have any objective of their own. At the start they are influenced by the time and start walking in a particular direction which is chosen by the time and its revolts. In their journey as they are not fighting for their own selves, many times their efforts are used in a certain way by the different community and the different tradition. And in the end they realize that nothing was lost and nothing is to be found. At times we see them used up for the aims of the others. They only have the camaraderie of the people for whom they fight and the others are just amused from the stories of their battles. They do have an impact on the time but in the end it might go in vain but surely not for their own selves.

Leisure Writing

The Alchemist
      A man is successful possessing the riches of the world. Money, Business, cars and houses and many more things he has earned in his life. Besides having everything for a luxurious life does he has everything he really needs? He feels the same in his heart what others feel because he could never comprehend the life. Rather he wondered for this world and was stopped in the start realizing that some question can never be answered. And so he has to live, to eat, to pray, to love and to betray the lover. During the last days of his life he was still alone and found that he never had things that he really needed. So he thought about the people he dealt with, who lived a very different life than his one and just wondered about them.
      For those were the people who belonged to the lower class, the workers. They build and create the houses and the buildings for the rich ones. They know how to deal with the material and how to fix them up. But still unaware of the immensity of their significance. They thought it wasn't their concern and the ones who deal with their source, the forest, are well aware and know it. While they don't need it. But in the end they never find the secrets that everything possess which come across their eyes everyday inside the veils over the nature.
      Now come the farmers and the men of woods. They are much closer to the nature and are capable of nurturing the life. The know the plants and their uses. The are well aware of their ability to heal. But still unable to harness the energy of the universe.
    The woodmen are not able to understand the life they take care of. They care for the visible world where sun is the source of energy but they never understood that sun itself needs the energy. That energy resides in every grain of the sand and every drop of water. There are still some men who look at the nature even more closely than everyone else can. They know the forces with which this universe is balanced. They are well aware about provoking these forces. They know what this universe is made up of and what is the last thing we are to believe in. They are known as The Alchemist.

A Scrape from a book

"Why is that past can always get into our present but we can never get into it. As an adult man he had never expected such failures and reversion in life. Are expectations merely a part of one's imagination?, or did he lake the courage to carry on?. Like everyone else he also had plans for the future and big ones but what has life really brought to him now?. A man sitting on a chair trying hard to finish his breakfast, while a piece of paper has brought out the bitter part of him in a more palatable manner than a cup of Darjeeling. And what he really has for himself is "good food three times a day and an adequate or rather an affordable place to live"  and also that "he has no right to object on whatsoever" because every mediocre person ends up, unconsciously believing and tied up to a transitional truth that you cant change the way things go if they have changed you. But no one ever tries to examine that invisible rope which might have hundreds of turns around you,tied up through the time, but actually is so frail. Every step he had taken in the past has brought him nothing, absolutely nothing. what he really has to accept right now is the act of abandoning his will, and have the punishment of this crime against his life."

Cruel parents

When I was a child, in my teenage, I didn't like to go to school and I had a very good number of absences from my classes every year.But it did no harm to my studies and i always found it easy to get pass through the exams.While the hard part of it was to convince my parents to let me stay in my home sweet home rather than sending me to a place where the fellows wearing the same clothes as me always act in a hostile manner.
    Every third or the forth day of the week the hunger pang for a valid and approved bunk,by the parents, from the school got stronger.One of such days I never forget. I was in 7th grade and was about 12 yrs old. As I woke up, things were always very hard from my bed to the bathroom having the sense that I am being awakened for the sake of the school, where I will say,hear and write things I can always do at home. But the "Bathroom" was the best place to stay for a long while and where I could think of a very efficient and convincing lie. Usually it was like "pain in my stomach" or "aaagh.... my throat" saying in a very miserable voice to my ......... I dont really remember who used to be my first victim. But that day it was my mother. After saying it to my mother I sat on the bed and waited. I waited for my father because my mother was really not able to force me go, but she could always tell that to my father. And there he came. With a bit of fear, guilt and pretending with a breaking voice, I said that my tonsils are swollen. He said few times that I have to go and every time I was not ready but waited for him to react with a bit of tender, affection and advice and allow me to stay at home because I feel safe here and I don't like the teachers and the boys for whatever they do and say. My whole day passes with the uneasiness of the crowded and noisy class rooms. Teachers yelling at students for the undone homework which is not more important than the needed love and affection for the child. Even I will be waiting for my siblings the whole day, accompanied by the boredom but it was still tolerable as compared to the hostile environment of the school. Isnt it alarming when a child prefers loneliness and boredom against any other thing?
      Everything was valid for me in such a situation. The pain in the stomach, the swollen tonsils, twisted ankle and everything. For me things were like this. And what I really received from my father in return for such an attempt was "a blow on my face". With a bit of insult and guilt of a lie I get off the bed and walked straight to change my clothes and put on the uniforms.