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Clean Slate I was happy to meet them again. Was excited to some extent, honestly, the company of good friends always makes me feel better. I expected them also to be there but I had decided to not hold any grudge against anybody and just take it easy. This was my natural reflex system at its best which ensures that people don’t affect me negatively ever. So, I entered their place with my usual exuberance, all prepared to celebrate the birthday party. The hosts as expected gave a warm welcome. As I met the hosts, my eyes fell upon them. There was a visible palpation at both of the sides. Still, a hesitant hello softened with a layer of fake smile followed. Voila, It was not too bad for a start. Soon, the glasses were full with the diluted Bourbon whisky, glasses clinking with a vociferous cheers. Another quick round followed amid casual chit chats. They were around all this while and it seemed that the cautious and hesitant approach has automatically become a new protocol fo...

Nature: Thy name is Perfect What would be an example of “Perfection”? “Tajmahal”….may be, some beautiful movie like Mughle-Azam…. Probably, An excellent book by Premchand….Nah. These all could be near to perfection, but calling them “perfect” would be too much to ask for. What else then; “Nature”…. Oh yes, the “Nature” is bountiful, boundless, immeasurable yet “Flawless”. Don’t you agree?? The imperfect shapes of clouds bring the perfect view; the sunrays emerging out from the sporadic raindrops help the formation of the perfect Rainbow. Those witty waves hitting each other make those perfect thundering sounds in that relentless wild river. The swing of the tree branches during a storm, the chase by a cheetah at that electrifying speed or that sharp astonishing turn by the impala at the last moment saving him from the jaws of death, are all the vivid images of Perfection. Are they not…? I read an article on “Circumcision for the newly born male children”. The writer...

“Naked Glory” Strange are the ways of people, weird are their tenets, silly, they look with the mask made for their social appearances. The contours of our social structure have such strict framework that the freedom of your soul is compromised and with time an independent persona starts suffocating. One day, he asks to himself bamboozled, “Is it really needed to always have that serious look when you sit in a business meeting”,   “does it really hurt the direction of the thoughts of the other people involved if I crack a mild joke in the midst of a serious conversation so as to ease the environment?”, “why the mere mentioning of sex and/or death in general public make them raise a brow?" “Why can’t a rich person greet with a pleasing smile on his face when he confronts that poor lift man?" and "why questioning their ways, is such an egregious folly?” The societies bristled with stagnated beliefs and rusted traditions have been raising the poison of hypo...