Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Reflections: marC

3 and a li'l over years at R.
One permanent feature- End term examinations.

I wonder what existence would be like without tests? For a fact, it can't be worse than this. Then again, I really don't have the right to crib- Senior year, after all.

So the last actually begins now. Before you know it, the next ETE will be looming onerously and well, THAT, would be the real closure.

Should I be relieved that it's coming to a close? Or should I be pensive about the ETEs gone by?

There are far more questions that a fool can ask than a wise man can answer.
The irony is that both the fool and the sage are within us- always.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

As they rightly say..

Silence, always, is golden.

A silent prayer,
A slip.

A silent cry,
Purgatory.

A silent satiation,
Invaluable.

Words are never enough. Words- balm to the pain, fuel to fire.
Silence, it is said, is golden.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

We, the people.

At times, one is compelled to think about us. Humans, as a race. I am no exception to this fad. There was Darwin who proposed the theory of survival of the fittest, and then there are the present day management gurus (?) who move cheese and make us believe that we can win by following a particular regimen. Does it work? Maybe. Works for whom? Don't know.

In my humble opinion, humans are a set of pending experiments in a laboratory.

We were brought out, nay synthesized, for the purpose of study and analysis but somewhere down the line, the worker gave up his job. We were put into the reactor, mixed with the necessary components and left to amalgamate, disintegrate and process. With time, after all the tests and examinations, we were left unattended for the purpose of obtaining results.

And it still happens today.

We face challenges, are confronted by barriers and forced to work against our will. Yet, no one sees the problems we face, the loss we encounter and the pain that we go through. We are all in this test setup, hoping that one day, the results are read and we are put to our rightful place.

We are the lukewarm cup of hot chocolate on a freezing winter night.

Left to stand alone, to be consumed when it's just the right time. Only they forgot, we moved past our perfect moment and now we provide little comfort.

We are the tenuous rays of the setting sun.

Not valued for the light we spread because we are weak, but remembered for the hope we instill before the dark night engulfs the world.

We, humans, are still learning to find our voice- muffled, and oft unheard.