The Nascency

Life is illusion. It sees one, hears other and tells different. Yet, we all are born and we all have to die. We all have to work, struggle. Some excel, while some perish. Some etch their names into the calendars of tomorrow and archives of past. And the remaining sea of people either end up as a support crew to the former group of people or as the unwanted members of the society. And our dearest society has coined a new term for latter group of people- failures.

       But, when life was being created, there was also this thing called miracle being created. Yes miracles happen. Ask the author about his experience of miracles, this "writing a blog" habit would count in that.

       Now, a vast majority of these failures wait for the miracle to happen. They wait like the children wait for the tooth fairy to come. And so do these people end up like these children. Disappointed. There is another group of people among these failures, who strive for the miracle. They turn every single drop of their blood into fuel for their zeal and their every single muscle twitches only to achieve what they could not earlier. The apathy of giving up is shown the road to grave and the sun of enthusiasm shines brightly in their mind. They make miracles true. With patience and perseverance they make the odds, even.

Now perhaps, my readers would be knowing the origin of word, miracle.

       Now, this prosaic creature was caught up in such a worldy world. The world, though has shrunk into a global village, but it has also shrunk the mental capacity and shortened the thinking horizon of the society.

Remember of the "society" not "of the people".

The creature has been subjected to such a hatched manoeuvre, that even a small reverie of attaining freedom didn't cross his mind. He was  trapped, his strings were attached to a zillion things. The breaking of one would break all others and with it the also the life string.

      The origin and birth of the being or the creature doesn't fascinate neither the world, nor also me. Why shall we be bothered a bit even? We have our business to handle, our jobs to do, and our purposes to fulfil. In this blindfolded race, if someone is left behind, why would we care. As long as we are conquerors or as long as we are conquering, we can't afford the sin of longing for brotherhood.

      Sadly, even I fell into this vicious cycle of life.

      Sadly, even I turned a deaf ear and a blind eye towards whosoever spoke for the better of me.

      Sadly, even I didn't care to what is right, and never bothered to stop doing what is wrong!

So could this being, or creature, be spared? He was dragged into a deep, numerous fathoms deep ocean of despair, where the ray of light fears to tread. In the midst of all this, he forgot, how he came, who he was, why he came and what his purpose was.

The last two questions perhaps defines what life is.

This is how we know him. Let me rephrase this. This much is what he knows about himself. The rest is past buried by his string of failures he came by. This is what only he and I know. But the society decides it's own judgement. The society decided to call it as "the failures he committed". Now, there was a revolting fragrance of renaissance fuming in his life.

This is all about his origin. The reason behind entitling it as The Nascensy is that, just like a nascent atom is unstable and voraciously eager to bring about a transformation in itself to stability, so was our protagonist eager too. He just needed direction and motivation.

Stay tuned for the Odyssey to unfold. Each of my post would deliver an abstract on one of million human emotions. Each abstract will be followed by a paraphase explaining it. Let the life unfold!

THANK YOU!