Double Sided Reality of Journalism : From Knight Templar of News to Jokers

I write this post in at most disgust, which was building up inside me , ever since the day I choose a profession in Journalism. 5 years ago, successfully enrolled into my graduation program, the ambitions in the field was towering. But today, in midst of chaotic surroundings of war, failing democracy, social unrest, religious fanaticism, I believe the ethical role of being a journalist had fallen deeper into nadir. What ultimately is the role of journalist?, is it skipping through the disheartening and disillusion news stories that pop up in the screens in a regular basis and be such a journalist who scavenges and bring forth stories. Or is it about being a sponsored writer, one who is very well versed in the art of biased writing in such a manner that an average reader could liken individual journalist to a particular political or bureaucratic institution. Thus here the journalist attains the role of a modern day hybrid child of propaganda and a lobby-ism.

Being a journalist in 21st century it is true that compromise is something we should learn to adapt rather than going out on a rebellious run. Often following the tight schedule, we have to come up with stories, which should feeds on the interests of the editor and those at the top of the news organisation. It is also a regular habit of feeding the public with news that is of immediate effects and often following an agenda towards public that,” World has all gone wrong and here is what you need to know to survive” more than bringing forth the true nature of world. Thus heightened interest in controversy, crime and limitless entertainment, result in the multimedia users, losing the sense of realities of life. Today journalists barely scratch on the surface of reality and rather choose an altered consumer oriented fantasy. For example, news of a tragedy would be a big news for the readers in 1950’s compared to contemporary readers who are exposed to wide array of calamities, accidents, disasters and so on from across the world. Today numbers define our reality, often if two people died, it is a general occurrence and people neglect citing another incident which killed 100 people thus dismissing the news entirely. So, with abundant news,thanks to news agencies we are fed with all kinds of unwanted news ,thus forcing many of true news savvy to search for news that matters the most. It is not kind to say abundant news and its availability is a sin, but one could say a news organisation does something sinful, unethical if they choose to willfully conceal or redact a news from the public. It is very sad to say this since we all have grown into a world of educated citizenry and reasonable thinking. Sponsored and paid writers, yellow journalism, fake news, entertainment tabloids and so on have taken place of traditional journalism making us more of a joker than what we were supposed to behold. The credibility crisis has already done the damage enough to tarnish the image of journalist and thus redefining the meaning of being a journalist.

INDIAN CONTEXT

‘The fourth pillar of Indian Constitution’, the Indian Media in general has been in hostile grounds for sometime, ever since the infamous sting operations of the magazine Tehelka, ‘ the operation west end’ which brought scuffle in Indian politics, something I felt, which brought a new dawn in Indian Journalism. It is true that process they undertook clandestinely would be questionable in an ethical sense. But it revealed another sensibility that Indian Media is either ignorant or blatantly ignores what people in power does. Series of other investigative stories which were brought out, following the similar path by many news outlets were intended to save the face of many established media giants. But on the same time Journalism flourished in every medium, the unhealthy practice of biased writing had grown beyond the boundaries and established itself as a practice in contemporary news. It is plainly visible today how online fake news, paid writing brought Trump to power and favored many others in all around the world. It is highly debatable but in overview of the 2014 election victories of Modi, one could easily notice how Modi’s image was portrayed in media through paid writings, interviews and online news portals. Here media is busy serving the Bose, they have failed in bravely sticking with the news that need immediate attention, thus people are driven off many useful and informative things. As of 2018, I have no regret saying that nothing had changed or gotten better and all I could see is we all are turning out being better at being good servants.

We were supposed to be Knight Templar of Journalism, obliged to efficient delivery and protect news that matters than the contemporary Jokers of modern Journalism.

New Bourgeois mutants are in town

According to Karl Marx, Bourgeoisie are those social class that happened to exist in all society, who creates, control and have access over all the materialistic and consumerist aspects of a society. Meanwhile the downtrodden and poor Proletariat, work their ass out in all grounds of life to barely survive to see the end of the day. Now generally speaking, those who are rich can here be somewhat classified under this very French term. I was never a real fan of Marx’s ‘Das Kapital’ after all, but to an extent was a believer of some of his ideas which shed light upon certain realities of contemporary world as well. Marx’s ideas were generally obscure Utopian fantasies to an extend which killed more people than it was supposed to save them. But on one particular aspect of ideals I always felt he was right, that is about the eternal presence of Bourgeoisie in the society. The presence of those people in power, those who have money to buy anything could actually fill into the category. But by filtering and generalizing further on the list of suitors under the tag Bourgeoisie, the modern day Bourgeoisie is rather disguised like a mutant who shows their true colors only when somebody pesters around them. In truth, the newfangled bourgeoisie’s of modern age are pretty much straightforward and different from their predecessors which Karl Marx enlightened us with.

Modern day globalization had made things pretty hard to explain Marxism in presence of various social gradations of everyday life. It is simply hard because of the numerous illegal properties and counterfeit currencies all across the world which made people act poor in eyes of the authority. But the mutant bourgeoisie I was speaking here about was moreover different, the ones that does not fit in the category of those with flesh and blood. For example, a powerful bourgeoisie I was speaking is “Social Media”.

It is actually a confusing, the way I have actually ended the last paragraph. It is true after all, to those who could read between the lines, and who could actually understand where I was actually heading into. Social media, a powerful tool these days is something we all couldn’t live without, it is also something we couldn’t argue upon. The intrusion of social media in life brought tremendous changes which we couldn’t even imagine 20 years ago. Today social media dictates our life, it shows what we are and we do. It generates celebrities, it generates revolution( Arab spring) , it generates controversies, it destroys careers and built new ones everyday. Today generally speaking nothing is offline. It had revolutionizes what we call reality and also replaced it with a dangerous ultra-reality . The ultra reality here is so powerful that it makes us a superhero or a doctor, or a fisherman or an investigative scientist in no matter of time. The abundant of your private information, your behavior pattern and private life all are thus online and is said to be ‘safe with us’, guarantees all social media service providers. But how much that is true after all as even US presidential election seems to shudder upon cyber allegations and hoaxes. Here the mutant, cyber world can be good or bad depending upon on the user. Now moving away from it let us speak more about Bourgeoisie in here. The Bourgeoisie here is none other than those who are in the helm of controlling these cyber worlds where the laws of nature or laws of physical world means nothing. They manage to attract people, learn their behavioral pattern and feed them with what they want. It is like the materialistic exploitation on working class by the capitalists so that they are kept at a distance from acknowledging the true realities of life. The social media feed us with through processes like behavioral advertising, thus making us addictive to the needs of modern day Bourgeoisie. Thus we could see the core idea of Bourgeoisie and Proletariat in 21st century, where it doesn’t actually matters whether you are living in a democratic country or in a dictatorship. We may find a way to deal with it in time and also hope that we won’t completely lost the sense of what is real.

LIFE OF A CLOCK: a look into our life

LIFE OF A CLOCK: a look into our life

 

We are living with a life that is defined by the time we have left. Here time is a valuable entity that fill in without our slightest knowledge and keep on driving our life forward with no magical buttons to turn backwards. We are thus constantly in struggle with the time, trying to move ahead of time with little success in most cases since we are out of breath long before we actually realize that one could not outrun the time. Time is limitless and would possibly be the most exquisite gift god may have possibly showered upon us. To every living creature, there is a particular life span that is genetically encoded to them. Be an insect, be an elephant or be a human, time here varies constantly depending on many physical factors, which I won’t we discussing but moreover be discussed upon similarity in, “Birth, Life, Death”. While the lifespan of a human being is around 70 years, it is 12-15 years for a dog and for a butterfly, it may span between several weeks to months depending on the species. Here the lifespan may differ as well as their characteristics but the underlying rule of birth, life and death governs all of them. Now consider the human beings itself as an example upon which we could discuss more.

Consider a clock and focus upon 24-hour time period which we agree without argument makes a day of our life. Now in here if we consider each hour as one particular segment of a lifetime we may come across some impressive findings. For example, consider 12:00AM as the moment a child is born, when sun has not yet shown up itself and all you could see is darkness. Now as the clock kept on moving forward things began to take shape as odd shadows began to appear as sunlight started to slowly penetrate into the world. Now here in the life of a child would be somewhere when he/she started to recognize all the characters around him even though the conscious mind has not taken shape. Now as the clocks strikes 6:00AM, the world seemed refreshed, warmer and moreover all ready to accept the new day forthcoming. Now at this juncture, a child’s growth can be easily drawn parallel to his/her conscious awakening. Here the child learns all about the realities of life but not yet ready to accept it. Now here child realizes the value of family and become closer with the family. At 8:00AM, the child is further exposed to the world outside her family and at this part the formal education commences. Now as the sunlight is shining beautifully exhibiting all colors of life, a child experiences all comforts and care of the world without anything to worry out as we call this childhood. Here the world is rather small, may be cartoonish filled with imaginable characters and fantasies of life. Now as time moves forward, realities of life slowly started to create distractions in life as the urge for more materialistic love superseded many noble thoughts. This very instant in life, teenage can be very similar to the harsh sunlight that troubles us during mid hours of a day, say 10:00 making us uneasy and restless. Now as the teenager grows up, ready to face the challenges of the world he/she is confronted by teenage sensibilities which are governed by many rational and irrational thoughts. This part in life when the puberty is in its own development can be equated to mid noon hours of a day when sun is right above one’s head. At this hour the heat is at its most and in a person’s life it would be the most chaotic but also brightest in nature. It is also the part in life when he/she will be passing through late 20s and 30s, when responsibilities of life started to carve much of the energy and time. Now as noon slowly paves way and as age crosses itself into 30s, the responsibilities of a family life started to take a toll on with the life. Now at 4:00PM, the golden rays of sunlight started to fill our life with two different sensibilities, one being the memory of a muddled past and other being that of the very thought which bring forth the priority of family. Now at this part in life, the person has many solemn duties to full fill such as fulfilling the aspirations of family relationships, society norms and so on. As clock ticks on further the person is slowly sliding into the part of life where old age defines things. Now here as the sun slowly started to disappear upon the horizon leaving deep shadows, the person would soon have started experiencing everything he had gone through in his childhood like memories and positive aspects of past life. Here his/her vision converge with fading memories and in time when darkness starts to converge people often is forced to a confined space with a need for care. Here all these phenomena are quite similar in case of a child who in his/her childhood is often put under watch by others and is confined to a particular space in life. Now at 12:00, it is finally the hour we can call the death when no more light is left for the person in the world.

Thus like a clock, the human life is parallel to many such symbolic elements that we could feel all around us. The natural pattern here exist is quiet common for all living species and many things human created had such a similar pattern to follow. Consider you bought a car and after years of active use one day it started to show problems and eventually it turns out into a state which there is no going back just as similar to the way a human life moves on from childhood to old age. Thus lifetime is a system or a mechanical phenomena with a definite beginning and definite ending to the system we call lifespan.

 

Boundaries Of Life : A Philosophical Barrier?

Once in a while we had to welcome some unknown guests from our past who may be a distant cousin or a long lost friend. Such meetings  generally end up as an unscripted drama wherein you tumble over the words as in most cases eventuality turned out be melodramatic in nature. You may be placed in an awkward situation that actually juxtaposes your likes and interests and often compels one to have disheartened chitchats. In such cases you may often started thinking about your lack of ability to deal with people. But it is not so.

Human beings are thus bound to cross boundaries in certain uncanny occasion that brings us into the boundaries of our life. Here the boundaries are not of the physical nature but are of the ones that are being nurtured out of education, society, social situations, interests, profession and so on. For example if you are a hardcore fan of football and in an instance when you are placed opposite to somebody who generally dislikes such sports it is quite common for you to not accept the actualities he/she lays in front of you and often silence prevails such talks. Here your beliefs are questioned which  is the most basic aspect of human consciousness and any form of contradictory beliefs always creates strife’s whatsoever.

It is actually quite confusing and questionable in a way on how we drew boundaries in our life. It is not something that personally we writes,dictates and recites. When you consider oneself then your opinions and beliefs are shaped out of your interactions with the society you am dealing with. It will be different to somebody else and thereby the off springs of these actualities can be denoted as the basic identity that defines our life. For example if you are born post second world war then you may have a different opinion about the war. But to the ones who had experienced the brutalities and bloodshed war offers the opinions would be different. Thus you create a world consciously in and around you thereby filtering all those ideas, ideals,thoughts, people and so on. In such a case you have a predetermined stand on most of the issues and thereupon you just hate all ideas that alter those beliefs. This is where the difficulty to adapt to a new system arises.

A system is a mixture of multiple realities that coincide at certain situations like one of the basic human emotions, fear. The fear that emanate from various occurrences in life happen to create similarities among us.People with fear of heights, fear of insects ,fear of darkness are bound to hold these similarities. So sometimes boundaries do coincide in certain aspects of life in everybody’s life. So don’t worry about the next time that you may feel you are out of the bounds.

Who Kills Who : Tale Of Indian News Stories

I write this post in the context of an event that happened less than 72 hours ago. A 23 year old man was murdered by group of criminals which include the brother of the victim’s wife. The reason was his sister went onto defy her family and married the victim who was unfortunately a lower caste man. The victim was found lying dead in a canal miles away from his home after being abducted from his home a day before by the gang says his father, who the very day lodged a complaint at police station. The police on the hand failed to take an decisive action on time stating silly reason as chief minister was visiting the district.

Now as the media converge over the story it is sure that people will soon reach out for more similar incidents and politicians will pay a visit to the victim’s house. While on the public front the online mourners will foul cry over the incidents, investigation and hastag their posts as likes, comments as shares pour in. There will also be people out there who may or may not have any idea about the incident but will try to politicalise the situation. This is not any form of my personal agenda to insult anyone but because of reason that of being a citizen I am also sick and tired of these dramas. The drama as I have mentioned occurs round the clock as something news worthy take place and gets enough interest. Now it is bound to occupy the front page of newspaper or through a break-in in a news channel. The following days will eventually be filled with follow up stories and sub stories. Eventually one day it will all disappear all of a sudden when the story loses its signifanace and may luckily for the sake occupies a corner in the local newspapers and channels. I can’t call it an intentional act or personal decision but more of a act of how system runs these days.

In a decade of page 3 syndrome and tablodisation it is quite common for someone to be famous for couple of minutes but it is also a truth that often for such silly stories some valuable stories are destined to be sacrificed. When TRP rating says more masala more time for entertainment and gossips is given the priority.

The priority here is born out of a system that demands sensationalized news for a large target audience who occups a converged media platform with a demand for more and more. When you ask for more and others starts to feed on your demands it is hard to turn your face against it.

Writing Off The Grid : Changing Scenario

It is substantially enough for a writer to sustain his livelihood in India, home to more than 130 crore people thereby allowing a writer enough target audience. But due to the unique demography of linguistic and cultural diversity the readership differ considerably in proportion with offline and online audiences. While even in today’s context where people are addicted to social media culture a large proportion of readership still have the urge for printed materials like newspapers to get hold of news. Today it is more of a daily routine as teens are compelled to read newspaper daily as it is as important as breakfast.

The newspaper is more than a century old in its performance but is comparatively way better than that of its successor television which is finding it hard to attract the attention of its viewers who had lost themselves in social media. While it looks a lot complicated for a writer especially for a newbie to find a platform to start it is even hard for a established writer to sustain in his/her role due to changes in the system. Back in the day when blogging went crazy worldwide it was considered the best platform for people who love to share ideas,articles,stories,poetry and so on and was the best possible job one could do sitting back home. Even my old lady back home used to check for cooking remedies all over the internet as it was less complicated to handle. But after a decade we all saw the boom in the culture which lead to what that is called information overload as you get too much of information in social media that you ain’t bother about scavenging books to do your assignments. But at this point it all look pretty much of a good news for a freelance writer in India as more people fled more viewers and more traffic. But what happened in this evolution was that in next couple of years audience with the public forums in hands were given golden opportunity which allowed them to write and publish whatever they want. This lead to rise in false information’s without any sensible background. This lead to the losing of credibility of many established writers. The widespread plagiarism all over internet created a large vacuum of pure lies and truths . This lead to significant lose in traffics and thereby income for many bloggers and freelancers. Today it is thereby hard to distinguish between what is a true and what is false.

ഒരു രാത്രി കൂടി

മങ്ങിയ നിറമുള്ള പരുത്തി വസ്ത്രം ആ ജനാലകളെ മറച്ചിരുന്നു. അതിൽ ചുവന്ന റോസാപ്പൂക്കളാൽ അലങ്കരിച്ചിരിക്കുന്നു. ചൂട് അസഹ്യമാണ്. വായുമാർഗം കടക്കുവാൻ ഒന്നും തന്നെ അവിടെയുണ്ടായിരുന്നില്ല. സമയം അറിയില്ല, തീർത്തും നിശബ്ദത നിറഞ്ഞു നിൽക്കുകയാണ് അവിടെയാകെ. കണ്ണുകൾ അടച്ചു ഉറങ്ങുവാൻ തോന്നി. ക്ഷീണം ശരീരത്തെ കീഴടക്കാൻ തുടങ്ങിയെങ്കിലും മനസ്സ് ഒരു ലക്ഷ്യത്തിനായി ഉണർന്നിരുന്നു. കതകിൽ ആരോ മുട്ടുന്നുണ്ട്.

‘കടന്ന് വന്നോളൂ’ അവൾ പറഞ്ഞു.

കാഴ്ച്ച മങ്ങിയിരുന്നെങ്കിലും മേശയിൽ അയാൾക്കായി വച്ചിരുന്ന ഒരു പൊതിയെടുത്ത അവൾ അയാൾക്ക്‌ നീട്ടി. പതിവുപോലെ വാങ്ങുവാൻ അയാൾ മടികാണിച്ചെങ്കിലും അവൾ അത് അയാളുടെ കൈയിൽ അമർത്തി കൊടുത്തു.

‘ഇതു കുറവാണല്ലോ ?. ഇതു കൊണ്ട് ഒന്നും ആവില്ല ‘, അയാൾ ഒറ്റനോട്ടത്തിൽ പറഞ്ഞു. ‘ബാക്കി എപ്പോൾ തരും. ഇനി സമയമില്ല. അറിയാലോ ?. പറഞ്ഞിരുന്ന അവധിയൊക്കെ കഴിയുകയാണ് നാളെ; അയാൾ തെല്ലു അരിശത്തോടെ പറഞ്ഞു നിർത്തി.

എന്തൊ ഒന്നുകൂടി പറയാൻ അയാൾ ആഗ്രഹിച്ചിരുനെങ്കിലും പറയാതെ നിശബ്ദനായി.

‘ ബാക്കി നാളെ ഞാൻ എത്തുച്ചേക്കാം. രാത്രി ഇനിയും ബാക്കിയാണ്. വരുവാൻ ഇനിയും ആൾ കാണും. ഇപ്പോൾ നിങ്ങൾ സമയം കളയാതെ പോകൂ ‘, അവൾ തെല്ലു ദേഷ്യത്തോടെ പറഞ്ഞൊപ്പിച്ചു. അവളുടെ ആത്മവിശ്വാസം അയാൾ വിശ്വസിപ്പിച്ചിരിക്കാം. അയാൾ  ഉടൻ തന്നെ മുറിവിട്ട് പുറത്തു പോയി. ഉള്ളിൽ വെറുപ്പുണ്ടെങ്കിലും അയാളെ അവൾ വിശ്വസിക്കുന്നു. കഴിഞ്ഞ പല വർഷങ്ങളായി അയാൾ അവൾക്കു വേണ്ടി ചെയ്ത സഹായം ഈ ശരീരം കൊണ്ട്  അയാൾക്കു കൊടുത്ത പ്രതിഫലത്തിലും അധികമാണ്. അമ്മ ആരെന്നു അറിയാതെ അയാൾ തന്റെ മകനെ വളർത്തി വലുതാക്കി. ഇന്ന് അവൻ തന്റെ പഠനം കഴിഞ്ഞു പുറത്തു ഇറങ്ങുകയാണ്. നാളെ അവന്റെ ഫീസിന്റെ കുടിശ്ശിക അടച്ചു തീർക്കുവാനുള്ള അവസാന തീയതിയാണ്. മാസങ്ങളായി ഈ ശരീരം വിറ്റുകിട്ടിയ കാശുകൊണ്ടാണ് അവനെ പഠിപ്പിച്ചത്, അവൻ പോലുമറിയാതെ. ഇന്നു കൂടി, ഈ ഒരു രാത്രി കൂടി മതിയാവും എല്ലാം തനിക്കു മതിയാക്കാൻ. ഓരോന്നും ആലോചിച്ചു കൊണ്ടിരുന്ന അവൾ ഒരാൾ തന്റെ മുറിയിലേക്കു കടന്നു വന്നത് അപ്പോഴാണ് അറിഞ്ഞത്. അവൾ പെട്ടെന്ന് എഴുന്നേറ്റ് കട്ടിലൊക്കെ വിരിച്ചു ശരിയാക്കി.

‘കാശ് മുമ്പേ പറഞ്ഞേക്കാം. പിന്നീട് കുറക്കാൻ പറ്റില്ല. നിങ്ങൾക്കു മനസിലായോ ?’,അവൾ ഇതിനിടയിൽ പറഞ്ഞു. അയാൾ ഇതു കേട്ടിട്ടു ഒന്നും മിണ്ടിയില്ല. അയാൾ അപ്പോഴും ഇരുട്ടിൽ നിൽക്കുകയാണ്.

അവൾക്കു ദേഷ്യം വന്നുവെങ്കിലും അതൊന്നും കാട്ടാതെ അവൾ മേശയിൽ വച്ചിരുന്ന വിളക്കെടുത്ത അയാളുടെ മുഖത്തേക്ക് തെളിയിച്ചു. സുന്ദരനായി ഒരു ചെറുപ്പക്കാരൻ അവിടെ നിന്നു കരയുകയാണ്. അവൾ ആകെ കുഴങ്ങിയിരുന്നു. അവൾക്കു ഒന്നും പിടികിട്ടിയിരുന്നില്ല. അവൾ എന്തെങ്കിലും പറയുന്നതിനും മുമ്പേ അയാൾ തന്റെ ഇടറിയ സ്വരത്തിൽ ഒരൊറ്റ വാക്കുമാത്രം അവളോട് പറഞ്ഞു…

‘അമ്മേ…. ‘

 

A Bizarre Fairy Tale

Once upon a time in a deep distant land as mentioned in the old fashioned fairytales there lived the ‘good’. The ‘good’ had a not so good neighbour namely ‘evil’ who always find a reason to fight with the ‘good’. One day an infant born named ‘religion’ was stuck up in their topic for fight and it was all that was necessary to trigger a great war, war of all wars , a never ending war as the old men and saints say. As the war started to take the shape and kept it’s momentum running throughout centuries ‘religion’ was almost at it’s prime. As days and ages changed everything changed and ‘religion’ now has a family with dozens of wives namely ‘caste’,’creed’,’color’ and so on. Now while all this changes happened our two main chieftains ‘good’ and ‘evil’ continue to exhibit their presence despite letting the fight being handed down to their children ‘humans’. Now the war is quite modern and unlike the old days not just the soldiers fought the war but  also everyone on the entire tribe have their own groups to fight for each other. Once the fight was only between the two, now it is between more than two say maybe infinite since nobody knows how many groups exist. But at the end of day nobody won and everybody lost a fair share. As the war progressed  this poor writer may not be there alive to unveil to you the forthcoming events of the war of wars. But one thing I am quite sure is that there are lot more words that have to be filled here inorder to end this fairytale in the words ‘thereby they lived happy there after’.

Nb: please don’t find a male chuvanism in it and everything mentioned here is of pure satire.

The Day Of Living Dead: Different Apocalyptic World

It was the day the world changed. The day the phenomenal death has finally given up. Humanity woke up to see a day when humans ceased dying. Even if you are aged and your flesh withered out exposing your frail bones you still keep on living. Infants born are placed with much burden of acknowledging every bunch of ancestors who created so much confusion and fuzz that infants born in a generation decided not to acquiesce anyone other than their dada and mama. While infants have their own troubles ,the world order was totally in jeopardy. The democracy soon was more a deflated balloon and finally it collapsed. Money soon disappeared and war broke out and went cold soon as war can never be war when no one dies. Borders disappeared and countries shut down. People moved freely all around with no system or rules whatsoever to stop them. Nobody bother to kill nobody as death was erased from their reality. Terrorists disappeared and criminals was no where to be seen. 

With boredom some even tries to go to outer space but was left in space as rocket boosters failed. People tried their best to die but nothing happened and was left only with burden of pain one way or another. Earth become so populated that it was impossible to move around and one day people vowed not to give birth again as sex was soon restricted and eventually forgotten in time. Human were deprived of all sins as nobody find meaning with existence.Religions have disappeared long ago that it never was a form of comfort. People soon lost count on their relatives as men and women moved all around the world without any particular reason and soon lost count on relationship too. Food become scare and earth became dirtier. All moved around as caste,creed,colour or any of other differences does not matter at all as living dead keep on walking as hope and prospect of future was uncertain.

Fly And The Lamp

Ignite the fire inside you…

It was indeed beautiful today and the day was coming to an end in different colours and it was a very soothing feeling indeed for me. The bright colours of sky was soon replaced with the emerging darkness and elapsing time whispered to  light the lamp. Somewhere in a distance somebody lit a dim light which increased the intensity of darkness.Even i was totally tired I could still make of the many uninvited figures of shadows all around me which tried to catch hold of me. As night crawl slowly I was too tired of anymore fighting and was soon dragged into a bottemless pit of unknown entity. I tried in vain to cry my lungs out for help but no voice came out. I saw in distant a dim light and it was getting hotter and hotter as I fall .I could still see others helpless and tired just alike me falling down on and on. As the light soon engulped me I could feel no more pain and what’s left there was emptiness.