The Societal Regenerative Blog

                                          BREAKING BARRIERS In the ancient world of greatness, thrived a magnificent latitude, where all the people displayed pureness, crowning them with a positive attitude. All the problems were resolved, all the evils dissolved, with a courageous smile on the face, with a newfound hope in the interspace. As the times turned chapters, as the generations metamorphosized, so emerged a world of characters, pessimistic, dull and terrorized. A society so formulated, where indifference achieved the peak, where all good deeds retaliated, where negative emotions suppressed the geek. On the happening streets of the city, robbery, murder, violence prevalent till the core, where none showed pity, all entangled by the barriers of the bad, on the more. One day a wave spread all over, the mighty wave of revolution, where the Almighty told the m...

                                          The Traveler In the world where vices are great, where one's goodness is never paid, a traveler dreamt of spreading glee, amongst the poor, deprived of the downcast sea. The traveler went from street to street, distributing happiness, so sweet, and soon became everyone's dear, for he considered honesty, his sphere. One day, a storm knocked the door, and destruction prevailed till the core, the traveler was wrongly blamed, against his 'wrong' deeds, hatred tamed. The winds whispered in the busy streets, the traveler's misdeeds, the whole world blamed a saint, who now blamed his destiny's taint. The traveler didn't succumb to allegations, the heartless society's allegations, and stood up against all odds, slashing incriminations by the odds. The storm was now silent, after causing the destruction so vi...

                                    They said: It was my fate! Crossing the barriers crumbling me, Spreading my little world with glee, Had set I to emerge over all odds, To purify an existence, breaking all locks. Engineering a passion, management a boon, Who knew? Could be suppressed by a heartless goon. Travelled to the city to make a future, Who knew? My life would take the worst juncture. Excelled in the work, a sole dream, To inspire other women, experiencing my dream, Who knew? Success would not be well received, And would suppress my entire deed. That night robbed, My precious honor, my own self, Oh dear, was a terrible aspect, Of the heartless society’s brutal-mental cassette. I laid down on the devastated earth, Drained of all my strength, Pondering over a single thought, Was this a result of dreaming, in a humanity drought? So did I muster up courage...

                           An Emotion Unjustified!  Go decorate the locality with flowers of gold! Distribute sweets and savories all around! I ran hysterically from one corner to the other as I received a news: one which hid dual emotions. My family members ran behind me to get a hold of me, a hold over my emotions which flowed incessantly without any restraint, like rivers of blood flowing out of a battlefield. My mother caught me and slapped me across my face. I fell across the street. “Are you mad! How insensitive can you be, you’re a heartless brother, deeming it appropriate to celebrate the death of your martyr brother? I am grieved with unfortune to be your mother”. I got out of her hold and ran to my uncle to distributed sweets, while he looked at me with disgust. The whole surrounding appealed negatively to my character and demeaned me to be a psychic. It didn’t affect me. My brother had left...

                  AN EMOTION UNJUSTIFIED It was the 13th of April, the peak of the ‘King of Seasons’, Spring. The word spring, the season too, had a deep connection to my roots, my inner self. It was inevitably written on all pages of my life’s mysterious book, entangled with emotions: nostalgic happiness and wrenching pain. This day was a crucial day in the lives of my father and I. Was it my or his birthday? Was it a day of pleasure? No.  It was my mother’s 5th death anniversary. My mother, my life, was snatched away from me by the Almighty on this very day, 5 years ago. Did I blame him? I guess not. Everyone likes precious things, is not it? My mother was a precious person. If Angels had a mortal form, it would’ve undoubtedly coincided in my mother. An exaggeration? No, a sweet truth! My dad rushed pass the corridor and approached a dull I, looking at my mother’s photo on the placid walls of my house. “Your Mother wa...