Friday, 25 October 2013

Things need to change... for Good


Looks like the 'Good' has lost its meaning ever since the 'Evil' began to take its toll. Personally I'm not satisfied with the society in which I live in, which is completely filled with 'hatred' and 'jealousy'. I do not know how it works in other countries, but in my country 'lack of motivation' is the reason why people aren't able to do what exactly they want to do. For instance, if you try something new, the first thing that comes into your way is 'criticism'. People, as if they knew everything, will start criticizing your work with the notion of letting you down just because you are better than those crackheads. I view that (criticism) in a different way but when motivation is masked by criticism, it is totally unacceptable. I brand that as pessimism and I brand those people as pessimists. It's not that you cannot find a single optimistic person here in my country but what I'm saying is the percentage of optimism is way too low. There are lot of people who stick to negatives rather than picking positives from those negatives. It's just that they are afraid of everything - police, government, neighbors, dogs and they are even afraid of the so called 'God'. This should change and I don't know when it is going to. 

In a country like mine, people are way too afraid of the society. I wonder what's going on with people and what makes them behave so odd. Let me cite an example that I heard from a friend of mine - there were a bunch of people waiting at the bus stop to board a bus. That time a girl slipped off while she was getting into the bus. The guy who was standing behind her helped her out by holding her hand tight. A lady who was watching this from the bus stop commented - 'see, how shameless he is acting. Holding a girl's hand in public is totally indecent'. Now that is the reason why people are afraid of the society. People easily take things in a wrong way, which proves that they are mentally unstable. 

Tuesday, 8 October 2013

∞ : an experimental short story

Genre: Thriller

∞ 

Slowly and steadily he opened his eyelids and found himself stuck in darkness. He moved his eyelids to his left and right, and he was able to figure out nothing as everything around him appeared pitch black. Minutes later, after his eyes got adjusted to the darkness, he spotted a white clock dial mounted on the wall. It displayed the time as 1 o'clock. Suddenly the lights were on and he was there lying on the floor. He looked around and noticed blood stains all over the floor. The floor was partially wet and that made him slip twice before he stood up on his legs. The walls of the room appeared dirty and there were blood stains all over it. Then he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the room. He noticed that the door was getting unlocked from outside. He stood there without moving an inch. He saw a stretcher and then a man who was pushing it into the room. He heard the man speak as soon as he entered the room.

'What the hell is wrong with you? I asked you to clean the room and you have not even cared about it. Is this the way you follow orders? Man, tell me what makes you so dumb?'