Now, it runs in the blood

Growing up hearing a notable number of stories which passes values to have a selfless attitude as a core theme, it is hard to digest the fact that selflessness, as a character is nearly extinct in today's time. Self absorbed, public ignorant, petty kids are what we're looked upon as now.

Let's not do the usual and let's start thinking about ourselves first, rather than those around us. As we are online reading this, simultaneously what else are we doing? Let me make it easy for you. On the first tab is your boyfriend or girlfriend waiting for you to reply (something cheesy, preferably), on the second tab is your favourite song on YouTube and on the third must be the paused screen of Flappy Bird, 'cause you need to beat your friend's highscore. It is no different in any other house, where there are hormonally wrecked people like you and me.

We are just doing what WE please. What WE like. What WE want. What WE care about.

Ever thought about those who do not have these junks which we are using (aka Internet and its siblings)? They weren't immensely blessed like you and me. They don't think about themselves. They are the ones thinking about their relatives and neighbours starving. How are we to reply to our Lord if he asks us, how well did we use the blessings he gave us? We would stare at our Lord like as if we were staring at a Physics derivation. It just doesn't work that way.

And in the current time, as selflessness has been swiped off the Earth's surface. Or probably swiped away from the entire Galaxy as a whole. Self absorption is running in our blood.

High time to make a change. To bring about an impacting difference on the globe. 

The story of a bent shoulder

We toil hard, twice a day. I find myself thinking about it right outside the beautiful and jubilant premise where I have been walking in and out of, for more than the number of times I have even visited my native land. The day was no great after listening to the endless brain swatting lectures.  Getting back to reality, thinking about the pile on my shoulder, I hunch even more. I slowly tread my way to the site which would help me back to my abode. I sway and sway and sway even more, until.

Until I hear the infuriating endless rant of some broods. They were passing their hideous remarks as if they were competing against each other to win the next cricket commentator post. They were that swift with their chain of words. And I hear them talk about it. It. Something I dreaded they would, gradually, talk about.

I have never found it hard to correct my ceaseless amount of mistakes. I knew they were all committed with or without any serious intentions, but were all the type I could switch off. But, the fact that I bend towards my left shoulder, for no reason, picks on every fibre of my living presence on the mother Earth. I have thought about this from the second I realised I acquired this alien habit of leaning towards the left. Only if I could blame someone on the way, for it. Until...

The day I realised, the possible explanation to the mysterious bent. The arduous twice a day job.  The load on my shoulder.