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Showing posts with label whatever I feel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label whatever I feel. Show all posts

Thursday, June 21, 2018

SOUND AND NOISE


"Let us learn today, what our eyes, ears and mouth are for"
Throughout our school, we chanted this song- clapping our hands-queued up in morning assembly. It explained about the proper use of those three. It said that there are equal good and bad things in this world. We should learn to filter and only hear, see and speak good ones.  Alas, it was a mere routine for us at those days. Neither the age nor the maturity guided us to ponder over what it meant.  Such moral values are taught to us by teachers, parents and elders from our childhood. However, when we grow up and enter the practical life, the race and struggle for survival and success make those fade like a writing of ink on an old paper.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Dilemma

I have been dreaming the same thing every night from last week.
I am walking properly without the aid of crutches. Its been almost two months that I am down with a medical problem called 'Bone Marrow Edema' of right knee. It started as a small pain when i walked. I did not take it seriously and continued my normal activities. It grew worse and finally I had to stop.
It is said that bone marrow edema, a swelling in the marrow, takes two to three months to completely heal.
What I have realized after prolonged inactivity is such problems have psychological angle as well. After following the physiotherapy and providing proper rest for the knee, I think I do not have that pain in the knee anymore. But, When I try to walk, the command center of the nerves in brain simply deny. It does not order to step. I am afraid that if I step or put pressure on my right foot, I might again get that pain and result in extended inactivity.
This is a very weird situation. 

Friday, February 1, 2013

Alluring Addiction


There is one very interesting definition of cigarette. It says "Tobacco rolled pipe of a paper which has fire on one side and a fool on the other." Indeed, only a fool smokes. Before every smokers reading this plan to demonstrate against me, let me admit that I am one of them.  It is such a bad habit, is very addictive and very hard to quit. I have tried to give it up and have succeeded several times. Quitting smoking is so easy that a smoker does it frequently and keeps on doing so.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Happy with assumptions


I was asked an apparent question today. We come across such questions which has the answer which the person asking wants to hear. In a way that person is just seeking your confirmation to what he already believes in. The question is not relevant, the structure is. It was like asking someone,
"You are not hungry are you?" rather than "Are you hungry?"
On top of that even I was not sure about the answer to the question which I was asked. I replied,
"I prefer to believe it."
"Why do say that?" I was asked again.
Why did I say that?  I said that because that’s the reality. We prefer to believe in many things in life and accept it as the truth. But, is it necessary that everything is true which we believe? Even if we have doubt about certain things, we give it a benefit of doubt, accept it in a way which makes us happy and continue. That person agreed with my explanation and added,
"I agree that 50% of our life is assumption."
I defer. Almost everything is assumption. If we do not program ourselves to such a behavioral pattern, we will drive ourselves nuts worrying about almost everything. There are very few, almost minimal things which you can be sure of in life. The more such things are in your life, the more happy you are.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Chasing the Mirage

Few moments back, I went up to the rooftop. Jakkhu, a Tibetan mastiff looked at me with adoring eyes as always. He is four months old now and 17 inches tall. He was just one month old and was 10 inches when we brought him. He is believed to grow up to 27 inches.
Jakkhu

Jakkhu has a routine and he strictly adheres to it. Every morning, after the dawn breaks, he needs something to eat. Before that, he heads out to pee and defecate. He has a regular spot out there in the field. We feed him corn flour as per the vet's suggestion. He can not have meat till he is 6 months. Immediately after eating, he climbs the stairs towards the rooftop. He stays there, plays, sleeps in the warm sun, moves towards the shadow of the garden swing which we have kept there when he is hot. Drinks water, chews a really big chew bone and plays with a ball which squeaks when pressed. We feed him again at around 1. When the dusk starts spreading its shadow, Jakkhu starts barking and scratching the door. That's the signal he wants to come down. He has a basket near the stairs. He sits there, looks towards the kitchen and barks. He needs food at about 6. After which, he needs to go out, pee and defecate. Then he comes inside, coils himself in the basket and sleeps.
When I watch him playing with the ball, chewing the bone and spend his whole day in the roof top, I sometimes wonder these little things are enough for him to be happy. But, we human beings need so many things to be happy. The more we achieve, the more we yearn for and none of us is happy or content of what we have. We spend our entire life chasing after the mirage of achievements, one after other.
Wish we could be happy with small things too.

Monday, March 19, 2012

भीरमा जाने गोरू

नेपाल दूर संचारको एउटा प्रिपेड सिम कार्ड लिनु पर्ने बाध्यता (रहरले त उपभोक्ताले गतिलो कुरा खोज्छ, तर बाध्यताले नचाहेको काम पनि गराउँछ) परेर फागुन ६ गते पुल्चोक कार्यालय पुगियो । थाहा भयो, प्रिपेड लिन जाउलाखेल कार्यालय नै जानु पर्छ रे । अरूले सजिलोसंग टोलटोलबाट उपलब्ध गराउने साधारण कुरा नेदूसंले अझै कुनै दुर्लभ जिनिस जस्तो किन बनाएको होला भनेर गम्दै त्यहाँ पुगियो । काउण्टर पछाडि बसेका कर्मचारीहरूको मुस्कान भन्ने कुरास‌ग गोरू बेचेको पनि नाता नपर्ने रहेछ । सवारी चालक अनुमति पत्रको आधारमा सिम दिन नमिल्ने कुरा आँखा तर्दै तिनले बताए । नागरिकता नभै हुन्ने रे । 

ए बाबा, सवारीचालक अनुमति पत्र भनेकै नागरिकताको आधारमा दिइन्छ र त्यसमा नागरिकताको नम्बर पनि हुन्छ भन्दा पनि केहि लागेन । प्रतिस्पर्धामा पछाडि परिसक्दा पनि उपभोक्तालाई सजिलो बनाउने तर्फ कुनै ध्यान नदिने नेदूसंलाई के भन्नु ? सायद अझै पनि मानिस मोबाइल फोनलाई कुनै मायावी र दुर्लभ बस्तु ठान्छन्, बजारमा नेदूसंको नै एकाधिकार छ र जे भने पनि लोप्रे कान लगाएर सिम नलिई सुख्खै छैन भन्ने भ्रम छ उनीहरूलाई । 

आफुलाई परे पनि नचेत्ने हो भने यति मात्र भन्न सकिन्छ,
भीरमा जाने गोरूलाई काँध थाप्न हैन, रामराम मात्र भन्न सकिन्छ ।

रामराम नेपाल दूरसंचार संस्थान

the image we are projecting

State Minister for Health and Population Saroj Kumar Yadav, all drunk, misbehaved with doctors at the emergency ward of Bir Hospital on Sunday night. He verbally abused Dr Binita Joshi and threatened to “kick” and sack her, according to witnesses.

although i have mentally prepared myself for not being surprised, shocked, aghast and frustrated by any news anymore in this country, i am worried. if we look at the recent acts of leaders, ministers, high ranking authorities of various fields, we feel ashamed. ministers ignornat that they need a visa to travel in a foreign country, involved in criminal activities, corruption and abuse of their authority have been making news.

we know how a minister is made in our country. we know what it takes to get appointed to various high ranking positions. but, all those in the world are unaware of the facts. for them, such people are supposed to be the best of their respective fields. in this regard, how would they be judging or evaluating nepal and general nepalese? what is the image are they projecting to the world?

Monday, March 12, 2012

why are we judgemental?

i twitted about a meeting with some producer director. my tweets are linked with my facebook page. immediately after the tweet, i was amazed to see one comment which accused me that the new film must be of the same old pattern. it made me think twice. why are we so judgemental about other people? why do we jump to conclusions without knowing anything? there are two sides of every coin and every picture has its other side. but, most of us have our own pre concieved notion about everything in life. it applies to other people, their life and their activities too. it leads us to make prompt decisions and we are very vocal about it. for exapmple, a couple decide to seperate their ways. we immediately take side of whoever is closer to us and start blaming the other one for he failure. not even for an instance do we consider the fact that they might have their own side of story. we think what we prefer to think. we like what we prefer to like and we say what we want to say.
alas...we are not correct all the time.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

What Makes Special Days of Life Special?


How many special days are there in a person's entire life?

I do not remember the philosopher's name right now but there was an awesome thinking which I had read many years back.  It said that we have very few special days in our life.
Assuming that an average person has a life of 65 years, it means he lives 23725 days. From that you can deduct 1825 days because a normal person does not have childhood memory from below 5 years. It comes to 21900 days. Yet, most of the days from that huge amount just pass in between. At any given point of life if you try to remember your past, you can only remember few days. Those too- not in detail. It's almost impossible to remember the 24 hours and 60 minutes inside them which makes a single day. We remember only few selected days of our entire life because of certain importance. For example we remember the day we had a first crush, a first infatuation, first love, first kiss, first time we learnt to ride a bicycle, motorbike, car and likewise. Rest just passes in between.

Special days are gems, treasures of our life. What makes a day special might vary from person to person. Your beloved's birthday or your child's birth might be a special day for you.  Or your marriage anniversary might be a special day. These days become special only if you feel the importance and spend it specially. If the importance of such days is not felt, they pass just as any other days out of those 21900 days. It is not the day that is special; it is the way you feel, treat and spend it makes it special. Believe me, there are very few such special days in our life. We should not let them just drift away. We can or not make them special for us or for whom it matters. They can be your beloved, your spouse, your children, your parents or your friends. If you fail to do it, it is even your loss.

Do not let those special days vapor away. They are the true treasures of life and if once gone, they will never come back.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Limits Of Rise & Fall

Is there a limit as to how much a person can fall or rise in his own eyes? Probably not. 
Either willingly, or unknowingly, a person takes this roller coaster ride several times during his life. Sometimes, a person lets him go deep down in his own eyes for various reasons. When he/she is sacrificing? Probably yes. Or maybe when being taken for a ride or becoming an emotional fool. Sometimes getting carried over by emotion, sometimes under the misconception of being greater than others and most of the times while letting one's heart rule the head. Logic fails to hammer in the stark reality of life in such instances. And, a person becomes what he is not. It is not only for the yearning of appreciation. Nor it is for the greed of illusion of being superior than others. On top of that there are idiots  who pen poems such as,

"खोज्छन् सबै सुख भनी खै त्यो सुख कहाँ छ,
आफू मिटाइ अरूलाई दिनु महाँ छ"
(true pleasure is in giving to others demolishing yourself)

Alas, when a person realizes that his efforts of self destruction has gone in vain, he/she never gets that real pleasure glorified by flowery words of literature.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Optimism, a mirage toaday

I still am to recover from what happened yesterday. In fact, a day, which seemed to start in a perfect note, suddenly turned sour. The news of poet Bhim Birag's news at about 9:30 was sad enough due to my personal acquaintance with him. Hardly had I consoled myself from that sad news, alarming news of a bomb blast at NOC headquarters was received. Killed three innocent people and injured several others. The city is not safe. made me wonder what do such fanatics achieve by performing such cowardice. On top of that we are destined to accept eunuch governments one after another. The country is going to worse from bad in every aspect. People are suffering from every possible angle. More dire days are suspected to come. Harmony between Nepalese has vaporized and vanished somewhere. I prefer to believe that I am an optimist. I try to see positive in anything. But, will anyone guide me now where and what positive can i find in today's scenario?
I am deeply disturbed and worried for our future.

भीम विरागको सिंगो आकाश

बिहानै एक जना मित्र राजेश केसीको ट्विटमा 'भीम विराग आर. आइ. पी.' भनेर लेखिएको देख्दा एक पटक आङ्ग ढक्क फूल्यो । हुन त भीम विरागले ७८ वर्षमा टेकिसकेका थिए । पोहोर साल पनि बेस्मारी बिरामी परेका थिए । यस पटक पनि अस्पतालमा भर्ना भएको कुरा केही दिन अघि थाहा भएको थियो । भेट्न जान पाइएको भने थिएन । संसारमा कसैको पनि अजम्मरी देह हुँदैन भन्ने पनि थाहा नभएको कहाँ हो र ? तर यति सबै हुँदाहुँदै पनि त्यो ट्विट लाई आँखाले सही पढे पनि मनले एकै पटक स्वीकार गरेन । दुइ पटक पढेपछि मात्र जिन्दगीको अन्तिम र कटु यथार्थ घन बनेर दिमागमा ठोक्कियो ।

भीम विराग रहेनन् ।

Thursday, February 16, 2012

'टाइम अप'

एउटा विशाल र बहुआयामिक चित्रलाई भताभुंग पारेर अनेकौं आकार र बनौटका टुक्राहरूमा छरपष्ट पारेर प्रकृतिले (कसैले ईश्वर भन्छन्) हमीलाई थमाइदिन्छ । यो तेरो जिन्दगी हो, यसलाई मिला भनेर । हामी अन्तिम साससम्म त्यो उसको अमूर्त कलासंग पौंठेजोरी खेलिरहन्छौं, त्यो चित्र के रहेछ भनेर बुझ्नका लागि । यति धेरै चु्च्चोमुच्चो नमिलेका टुक्राहरू....कुनै एक टुक्रा मात्र नमिल्दा पनि हामी त्यो चित्रको भेउ पाउन सक्दैनौं । अहो....किन यति जटिल बनाएर पठाएको होला जिन्द्गी भन्ने कुरालाई । न हामी पू्र्ण रूपले आफूलाई चिन्न सक्छौं, न त आफ्ना वरिपरिका अरू कोही मान्छेलाई । जिन्दगी नामक यो चित्र, जसको बनौट, रहस्य, रंग, केही पनि खुट्याउन नसक्दै उसले भन्छ, 'टाइम अप' ।

Friday, February 3, 2012

hope and expectations

one of my favorite singes is talat mehmood. i find one of his songs very motivating and suitable for the current crisis. it says,
"jab gham ka andhera ghir aaye, samjho ki sawera door nahi."

i hope and expect that we are nearer to the dawn.

midnight man

its only twenty five past nine in the evening. yet, the whole world seems to have retired. there is no electricity supply till midnight. today i was wondering how it would be to have uninterrupted power supply round the clock. will we ever see those days again? i dont know how long the battery of my wireless router will run or when the ipad will warn me of low battery. the water tank at the roof is almost empty and i have to manage to pump the water in midnight. if i want to catch the repeat telecast of my favorite tv shows, i will have to do that again in midnight. a scratch idea has formed in my mind which could be developed to a good story. i will have to do that in midnight as well.

are we all turning to midnight men?

binod's wonderful family

it was unplanned.
as usual the load shedding started at seven in the evening. bored with the darkness, i took my two daughters for a drive without a destination. after we reached pulchok, i gave a call to one of my schoolfriends, binod khadka. binod lives in sanepa. he was home and i inquired if i could drop in for a cup of tea. he was more than pleased to welcome us. binod, his wife, his daughter and his son were remarkable. my daughters enjoyed their company immediately. his son (who is in class 5) is a great dancer, a natural talent. he demonstrated some excellent steps amd my younger daughter became his fan. bhauju offered us some good tea and fresh baked cake.

the most important thing what we realized was, every one of them radiated with smile and positive energy. it was remarkable. what a lovely family. some people are so nice that you feel like meeting them always.

इन्क्यूबेटर र म

म जन्मेको बेला केही समस्या भएर मलाई केही दिनसम्म इन्क्यूवेटरमा राखिएको थियो रे । त्यो बेलाको कुरा पनि सम्झिन सक्ने भए क्या रमाइलो हुन्थ्यो होला ।
तर जे होस् मैले जन्मना साथ राम्ररी रुनु अघि इन्क्यूवेटर भित्र बसेर संघर्ष गर्न सिकेको हुनाले होला आजको दिनसम्म मलाई संघर्षले छोडेको छैन । कहिले आर्थिक कहिले मानसिक…। हरेक दिन हरेक पल एउटा समर खेलेको छु मैले । तर मलाई विश्वास छ, भर्खर जन्मेको बेला त जीवनसंग भिडेर जितें भने अबका लडाईंहरु त तुलनात्मक रुपले सजिलै होला नि ।
यो संसार भनेको पनि त एउटा विशाल इन्क्यूवेटर नै त हो । म त यसको अभ्यस्त छु । अनुभवी छु ।

Thursday, February 2, 2012

बिचरा मेरो ब्लग

मैले जुन उत्साहका साथ यो ब्लग सुरु गरेको थिएँ, त्यो उत्साह अहिले यसका लागि छैन । अझ भनौं भने उत्साह त छ तर मैले यसलाई चाहिने जति खुराकी पस्कन सकेको छैन । यसको पछाडि एउटै कारण छ । मैले यो ब्कग लेख्न थालेकै कारण सिर्जनात्मक लेखाइको मेरो दोस्रो अध्यायको प्रारम्भ भएको मान्नुपर्छ । किनभने बीचको निकै लामो समय मैले सिनेमाका कथा, पटकथा र सम्वाद लेखनमा खर्च गरें । त्यो मैले बाँच्नका लागि गरेको संघर्षको एउटा अध्याय थियो । साहित्यिक लेखनले अझै पनि हाम्रो मुलुकमा सिनेमा लेखनको जस्तो आर्थिक लाभ दिन सक्दैन । मार्खेजले आधा घण्टाको एउटा अन्तर्वार्ताका लागि ५० हजार डलर पाउँछन् र पनि धेरै जसो त्यस्ता अनुरोध नकार्छन् रे भन्ने कुरा हाम्रा लागि सपना जस्तो हुन्छ । त्यसैले मैले रहरले हैन, बाध्यताले साहित्यिक लेखनबाट विदा लिनु परेको थियो । हुन त सिनेमाको लेखन साहित्य हैन भन्न सकिंदैन तर हाम्रो मुलुकमा बन्ने व्यावसायिक सिनेमाका सूत्रहरू अर्कै पाराका हुन्थे । तिनबाट बाहिर निस्कने ह्याउ त्यतिबेलाका कुनै निर्माता निर्देशकहरूले गरेनन् । फलत: प्रकाश थापाले भित्र्याएका ६० का दशकका हिन्दी सिनेमाको सूत्रबाट हाम्रा सिनेमाहरू उम्कन सकेनन् । मैले कि त बजारको माग पूरा गर्नुपर्थ्यो कि त छेउ लाग्नु पर्थ्यो । मैले अघि नै भनेझैं संघर्षका दिनहरूमा छेउ लाग्नु मेरा लागि सम्भव थिएन । तै पनि निश्चित सूत्रहरू बीच पनि केही पृथक काम गर्ने प्रयासमा म लागिपरें । चलचित्रले मलाई जति नाम दियो, जति दाम दियो, त्यसबाट मलाई गुनासो छैन । तर पनि म भित्र एउटा असन्तुष्टि रहिरहन्थ्यो । फेसन डिजाइनर बन्ने सपना पालेको मान्छे टेलर मास्टर बन्नु परेको जस्तो म अरूले ल्याएका कपडाहरू काटेर उनीहरूले भनेका डिजाइनका लुगाहरू सिइरहें । मेरा कल्पनामा भएका केही परिधानहरू फरक भएर पनि सुन्दर हुन्छन् बन्ने कुरा उनीहरूले बुझेनन् ।

ब्लगको सुरूवात सायद त्यही सिर्जनात्मक असन्तुष्टिका कारण भएको हुनुपर्छ । यहाँ म आफूलाई के मन पर्छ लेख्न सक्ने भएँ, अरूलाई के मन पर्छ त्यो लेख्ने हैन । त्यही क्रममा एकदिन ब्लगमा मैले लेखेको एउटा लेख
चार-पर्खाल-र-थुनिएको-कुकर/ नेपाल पत्रिकाका सम्पादक प्रशान्त अर्यालले पढेपछि उनैले मलाई नेपाल पत्रिकामा स्तम्भ लेख्नका लागि अभिप्रेरित गरेका कारण मेरो सिर्जनात्मक लेखनले गति लिएको हो । यस अर्थमा उनी संगसंगै यो ब्लग प्रति पनि म आभारी छु ।

अब कुरो आउला किन यसलाई मैले बिचरो मेरो ब्लग भन्नु परेको हो त ?नेपालमा नियमित रुपमा स्तम्भ र अलि अनियमित कान्तिपर तथा नागरिकमा लेख्न थालेपछि केही कुराहरु मगजमा पलाए भने पहिलो प्राथमिकता तिनले नै पाउने भए । अनि ब्लगमा त प्रकाशित समाग्रीहरूका लिंक मात्र राख्ने बने जस्तो हुन थाल्यो । यो ब्लगको भन्दा ती पत्रिकाहरुका पाठक निकैनिकै गुणा बढी छन् भन्ने कुरामा त कुनै शंका नै छैन । त्यसैले नयाँ केही न केही त मैले यसलाई पनि दिनै पर्छ भन्ने इच्छा हुँदाहुँदै म यसलाई आवश्यक खुराकी पर्दान गर्न सकिरहेको छैन । अनि मेरो यो निस्वार्थ साथी कुपोषणको सिकार भएको निरीह वालक जस्तो ख्याउटे भेसकेको छ ।

बिचरा मेरो ब्लग ।

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

stop self immolation

it was a very disturbing piece of news. Scanning the newspaper this morning came as a shock when i read that ten students have threatened to torch themselves,wrapped in national flag to protest the fuel price hike. This extreeme action is no solution dear students. I understand your wrath. Yes, things have affected me as well. I request you not to carry out this foolish action plan of yours. You are the hope, you are the future and under no circumstances should you destroy yourselves like this. We need young people like you living for the country, not dying. Living citizens who care for the country are more important than martyers any day, any time. Your act of self immolation will not affect those ruthless, compassionless politicians whobare self centered. Live for your country, your family, your friends and your countrymen. No night is long enough to last for ever. There is a sunrise after every night. Dont loose hope. Our dawn is about to break. Prepare yourselves to welcome it with hope and enthusiasm. Facing the life is always a greater challange than killing yourselves.

Friday, January 13, 2012

IS BLESSING A CURSE IN DISGUISE?

ATMs and electronic transfer of funds have made life a lot easier for us. Thus, we can see people queued up in front of ATM booths like they would be in front of a teller's counter earlier. Yet, the news about two young lads withdrawing a whopping amount of 8 Million rupees through counterfeit bank ATM cards was alarming. It raises some grave questions. Are we safe in this rapid development of technology? Every day we are getting more and more dependent on machines, technology, gadgets and computers. There is no doubt that technology has made things lot easier and less time consuming for us but at the cost of our security. Things change so fast, systems get upgraded at par with the flicker of our eye lids. Advanced versions with lucrative additions are smiling at us even before we can accommodate ourselves to the one we are using. We need to keep up to the race. If we fail, we are left behind. However, we are creating a gap, a void of knowledge in this process. How many of us are completely familiar with the computer we use every day or the function of the cell phone we carry?
A manual typewriter's evolution to its electronic kin saw at least two decades of time. This meant that people were completely accustomed to it before switching to its next gen. On top of that a typewriter was a simple mechanism. Look at the gadgets we use today. They are so complicated that we just familiarize ourselves with the minimum requirement for us. We are unaware of its full utility. We do not even know its entire capability. Nevertheless, we need to keep us updated and hop from one version to another. That is our compulsion. In this course of joining an advanced technology before getting even ten percent familiar with the existing one, we are leaving a lot of loop holes, a huge void in knowledge. In a way we all are sitting on top of explosive, with a firearm in hand, fingers on trigger, ready to shoot even without properly knowing what a gun is. This can be dangerous. Time and again it has been proved like the incident mentioned above. We hardly care a dime about what wrong can it to, how vulnerable it might be when proper caution is not taken.
How many of us have read the terms and conditions of a software before installing it in our laptop? Have we ever thoroughly gone through the same when joining a social network? We read the news about Barack Obama restricting his daughters from using the facebook and surpass it as an act of yet another protective father. We hardly care about the risks of exposing ourselves in social networking sites. How many of us know that the data recorded in a social networking site, a hard disc of a computer or images and videos in the memory card of our cell phones are never erased once stored. An average gadget freak with aid of proper software can recover anything. Yet, we are tempted to shoot or click intimate moments without even thinking of the consequences. Glaring examples of such act creating havoc in people's life are no more the stories of foreign celebrities. They are countless in our country as well. Still, we do not realize, care or tend to ignore.
I agree that there are two sides of every coin and we cannot be taken aback from the race of evolution because of such perils. Yet, we sure are putting us in vulnerable position when we join the bang down without weighing the pros and cons. Everything should have its own span of time and the same applies for development. Untimely changes seldom bring positive results be that weather, politics or development of technology. Undue changes and unnecessary growth can bring along their own share of misfortune. Development too comes with its own quota of dent. Despite this, we have to admit that we are the witness of such an era where human beings have excelled their creative limit. They have excelled in every aspect. We have seen rapid changes in everything. We have seen tyrants collapsing, we have seen countries merging and separating, we have seen anger, protest and turmoil. Never before were we more inquisitive about things and never before have we found answers to millions of questions in different aspect of life. Even though, we cannot deny the fact that we have become the most confused generation the world has seen. We are compelled to keep ourselves at par with this maddening competitive race in life. Thus, we have ignored the basic question what it is leading us towards. We completely pretend to forget the fact that we are no more secure than the ostrich that buries its head in the sands and believes he is cosseted.
The most important question today is, are we destined to pay more grave results because of our over ambitious greed for rapid growth and development? Is what we take as blessing a curse in disguise?