Satan’s poison

From the balcony of his palace, he stood and watched as the people cried and wailed and howled in pain, he felt powerful. With a victorious smile on his face he looked up to see smiles and happiness on people’s face, he felt disgusted.

He was livid that everything he gifted to this world wasn’t long lasting, hardly appreciated. He gifted death, jealousy, greed, anger and many things just so that the pain outruns the happiness, all in vain.

He can’t think of anything to cause ever-lasting pain to people, a resistance to the medicine that always cheered the broken hearts and mended them with time, he felt helpless.

Frustrated, he ventured out of his palace into his kingdom, he felt a bit better as he saw endless misery everywhere and to stroke his ego furthermore he continued to travel.

He then saw his old wise minister in the marketplace, writing something on his notepad as always, enveloped in his work. An idea then struck his brain and he approached the wise man. 

On seeing his king, the wise man bowed down and the king nodded in acknowledgement. The wise man thinking that the king wanted to know about the work he was currently assigned to, he started to give him a brief review of his studies.

The king wasn’t interested and interrupted the wise man.

 King- “O wise man, as I am about to ask you a question, I want you to be fearlessly honest with the answer”.

Wise man- “My king, as your humble servant, I will do as you say”.

King- “Look around you and tell me what you see”?

Wise man- “Dear king, I see misery and pain all around, in and around everyone”.

King- “In my kingdom, the misery and pain is endless. It’s everywhere and still spreading like a forest fire. I spend so little and my tools here aren’t that strong and effective. To earth, I give my best and strongest gifts and yet the people there aren’t suffering as much as the people here. I am still tormented by their smiling faces each day. I am at my wit’s end”.

Wise man- “My great king, to earth you present the strongest gifts- death, jealousy, anger, greed and so many. The people of God fear your gifts, the death are more gruesome after each day, and it causes more pain to the precious ones. But my king, none of them lasts forever. They heal with time and replace the pain with memories.

King- “Wise man, then tell me how to make it last”?

Wise man- “O my inquisitive king, the people in your kingdom are under the effect of the poison that grows in the kingdom. It works slowly but is very effective. It takes out every ounce of happiness from heart.”

The wise man upon seeing the king’s confused face, he politely asked the king to follow him into the market. As they went deeper, the chattering lessened and a loud banging noise grew stronger. After a few minutes, they were standing in front of a shop of blacksmith.

Wise man- “O my mighty king, do you see the blacksmith hammering the iron continuously. He is shaping the iron to turn it into wheels. The poison we discussed acts just like the hammer to human heart. It continuously hammers it and devours the usual happiness the heart feels. The poison is the key to everlasting pain.

The king understood but still felt the lack of direction.

King- “How do I spread the poison into the human world? It can’t grow there and need a physical body to reach amongst the people”.

Wise man- “My king, people fear most what they can’t see or understand. Let the people be the units to spread the poison. They will become the cause of constant pain to people. By day, they will hurt the people thinking that they are doing the right thing and by the night they will grieve for what they have done to others. They will belong to no one. A pariah and without any home to their heart.

The wise man continued- “The pain is disguise will last long, but my king, you will have to ensure that the units are cleverly designed, so as to lure the people. They must be loaded with gifts that are attractive to humans. Make them cheerful, happy and inviting.”

People look for things in the darkness. Hide the evil in the blinding light. People won’t be able to see it.

It will grow rapidly and seep into the population. These units will do your bid unknowingly, forever”.

As a next step, the king ordered the manufacturing of these units. After few years, the units were all around the world- doing what they were made to do.

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Her skirt

She wore skirt to work every day. They never looked same as she hyped it a bit every day with a new accessory or a new shirt or even her hairstyle did the trick for her. She was an enigma for the whole office. Everyone wanted to be acknowledged by her and be her friend. For them, she was their floor royalty with her perfect poise, elegance and intelligence. Unsurprisingly what the girls around her admired that how she handled her skirts without a single slip up and damn she was an expert at it.

She was loved and adored by all. Who wouldn’t, she was a happy face with a caring soul. She wore only skirts and they were always the talk of the day. She had gentle and melodious voice but a fierce and strong personality to rival it. She was a wonder for everyone.

This was a normal day in her life where she entered her office in a lime green plaid knee-length skirt and a sky blue off shoulder satin shirt with an attached collar. She looked beautiful as always. As she proceeded towards her desk and greeted everyone she met with a charming smile, the door of the boss’s cabin opened and everyone turned to see a new face. The company had a surprise waiting for the employees because there was a new boss smiling at everyone.

She was shocked just as everyone else was. The boss came and greeted everyone with the information that he doled out about the change of hands. “A circular will be taped on the notice board later and we are glad that an already complete, creative and hardworking team has been handed down to us. You think that I am a boss but I am just your friend with a cabin of my own. I know that we will have a good time. So let’s continue with the work and have a nice day“. 

The employees dispersed away and dived into their work with little murmurs floating all around in the office. She stood there rigidly with her face stoic. Then, she smiled to herself and went to her desk to start her day. She wore pants to her office next day. When questioned, she simply shrugged it off saying she wanted a change. 

She was still enigmatic, poised and beautiful. A loved co-worker and person who was invited for everyone’s celebratory parties and fun times. She worked happily ever after.

The End.

A good story leaves happy faces behind and the best one tears. For a best story read on…

After the work that day, she went to her apartment and closed the door firmly. As the door closed, floodgates of her eyes opened. She was scared. She was scared of wearing skirts again. She was scared of the monster that came out of the door in the morning today and she was scared of wearing skirts again in front of him. He, just like before will enjoy the view she gave no more as she was elegantly poised and there might be an accidental brush on her thighs as she is leaning down to explain her plan as a team leader.

She was scared of him but she was terrified of a something else and it sent her into thought overdrive. She was terrified of the image that she was expected to portray in the society. What if she enters the office with a gloomy face and sad demeanour? What would people say if all she wanted to wear was thick cloths that covered her whole body instead of the cute and glamorous skirts she wore?

She was terrified of the Facebook pages wanting to know her story, the twitter feed containing news related to her being revisited again and her Instagram feed that was empty until she joined this office. 

She was panicking because all her writings related to women empowerment will be laughed at as she is not strong enough now. What would happen to all the girls who looked up to her when they read her articles to gain their diminishing strength while crouched down in the corner of their rooms?

She had to be strong because the society wanted her to be. There mustn’t be any weak moments for her now that she have won once. The society that hardly understood her made her strong. She can be weak behind the door for her whole life, but a strong upfront was must. So, she did it.

She somehow managed to gain swollen eyes, stuffy nose and dark circles the following morning. She had expensive makeup kit to show her strength and hide her weakness. So she hid it. She faced the world with a smile again but with pants on. Her first step to let anyone in, for real. No one ever did. She worked and wrote with her makeup on. She was truly enigmatic, wasn’t she?

As an honour

You are talking about humanity, so will I,

You will choose an evening for candle-march, never will I;

As an honour, I will choose eternal words as my weapon.

You dream of a peaceful place to live in, so do I,

You will choose to run away from uproar, never will I;

As an honour, I will bear my scars from saving the world.

You are dreaming about pain that the needle gave, so do I,

You will stone a dog, never will I;

As an honour, irrespective of the numbers of legs, I will give my love to everyone.

You saw a boy being bullied, so did I,

You walked away, never will I;

As an honour, I will stand and fight for him.

You heard a woman being beaten for no mistake, so did I

You increased the volume of Television, never will I;

As an honour, I will be a nosy neighbour forever.

You saw a stressed man near the metro tracks with fast approaching train on it, so did I,

You saved him and walked away, never will I;

As an honour, I will lose a day’s salary of mine to seat with him.

You are reading the news of innocent people scared and killed, so do I,

You will turn the page, never will I;

As an honour, I write.

​Skill education- the future

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After completing a post-graduation in broadcast journalism, with high expectations of getting a job or at least an internship in the media industry was the dream Nandita had in her mind. A post-graduation degree from a renowned university was what she had when she entered the first office she entered to apply for the journey of her dreams. After receiving her curriculum vitae, they told her that she will be contacted when an action will be taken upon her application. She waited. For a month, she was antsy and falling and climbing the cliff of hopes.

She received nothing, so she was advised that she should apply in a few more companies. She did as she was told. No reply ever made way to her. She grew anxious and started questioning that what the problem was. She consulted with her seniors and they asked her to apply for internships. She did as told. On entering the office for the first day as an intern after multiple unanswered applications, she felt happy. She was finally on her road to success. 

The next 1 week went where she was embarrassed and bewildered. Why? Because she lacked the basic skills required for working in the media industry. She felt low all the time and after months of hard work and learning, she was finally ready to embark on the journey.

She lacked skills. This is a simple thing to say and the situation is bad enough in India itself and our students are dreaming of getting jobs that can rival to that of the global jobs. The focus is on the theory subjects and passing the exam. The schools and colleges not equipped enough to help the students gain enough skills to make them ready for the future. The ancient tattered syllabus of the education system is also a reason why the practical knowledge is not the focus.

Skills are not only for getting good jobs but they also provide the individual satisfaction to the students as they know what they want and are able to get it. The area of interest is quite clear to them and they know exactly how they have to walk down that road. 

For a student just out of the education system so old, all that he needs is practical knowledge and skill. The rapidly changing world needs the people who are skilled to do their work. The various programs started by organizations and government are the only ways to acquire the skills. The mainstream education system has proved itself highly incapable in providing what the students require later in life.

Skills based education is the only way that is going to provide just a small solution for the unemployed youth. With skills, they can set higher goals and at least try for the best. The start-ups also require a basic set of skills and this can prove to be a tool for the frustrated and hopeless youth

To give up

I always wondered what it would feel like to give up. Is it that easy to give up?

What were they thinking about before they gave up?

Were they happy that everything was ending at last or they were sad that the things were ending this way?

There are so many questions that remain unanswered to the naked eyes. Why can’t we see that a person is thinking about ending his life? How ignorant a mind and a pair of eyes could be?

Looking up to the stars tonight, a thought crawls into my brain. Are you happy now that all of this has ended or it just doesn’t matter anymore?

Didn’t you find it easy to leave the fight and just refrain from answering the obvious?

Wasn’t it better to give up when no one cared to stop and actually look at you? Did you feel the pain when all of them just passed by, laughing and giggling in their own blissful world?

Why fight, when no one cares that you exist or not?

There were some tears shed, after you were gone. But if they cared so much, how dare they be so ignorant? 

How could they un-look the pain you were in?

Aren’t they feeling guilty now? The answer is-No.

Go out, stand still and shout out loud. Shout that you need help, you can’t take it anymore, and it’s unbearable.

See what happens. Do they stop and listen to you or call the staff of the Looney bins?

A crowd consists of busy people.

Safe line, everyone has one. What made you cross yours? It wasn’t safe anymore, right?

You couldn’t feel the love you had for the things that you prized most and held close to the heart.

You were slowly letting things just pass by, slip out of your heart, wasn’t that so easy?

As you planned how to do it, you went through all the memories you had- good as well as bad.

You were searching for something that may stop you but you didn’t find any.

And at that moment, you felt so hopeless. You were so frustrated that you wanted to tear the world apart. But you don’t have the strength left to do that, so you decided to tear yourself apart.

 That’s easy, you thought.

Don’t you ever feel guilty that you chose to leave?

No, because when they didn’t care enough when you were crying, then why would they care if you died.

For you, Farewell

Blindly searching for something to hold onto,

The restlessness only grew.

For a pain no one knew anything about,

The soul broken and the heart scattered.

The fear of shattering dreams and clinging past,

The fear of the lost freedom.

It’s not obligatory.

A man cried over it and died after he told the world,

He was gone, all that remains are his words, his voice.

He knew the focus of the gravity, he understood how heavy it was to carry it around.

He is dead.

He knew what he was speaking about, he knew you, he knew me.