I've had the opportunity in my life to go through the lives of the great people of not only my country but the world as a whole. It's the tenet of a contemporary psyche of human mind that whenever the world comes to a threshold of decadence, there rises a hero, a crusader, who may be a normal soul in his obscure life, but rose to the occasion and delivered and altered forever the very course of people and their lives, which in turn leads to the fate of the nations and the world.
Our lives and the world today, has again come up to that threshold where every human value and notion is staring in our eyes and asking to redeem it, And their evil counterparts are dragging our feet, screaming vociferously in our minds that every human endeavour that our forefathers executed for them was an arrow shot in the dark that somehow worked out.
So far, our heroes and our saviours are not visible to us. Our leaders have lost their path, our affluent people are too busy in their cosy little lives, our poor people are too busy to survive and our middle class is too scared to fall back and too eager to jump forward that they refrain every other event that the life throws at them.
Yet, whenever a whiff of change or a voice never heard before falls upon us, we see to it, we accept it and put our faith upon it, in a hope that may be this is ours and this world's moment of change. May be life has finally bestowed us with that rarest opportunity through which we can write out our destinies with our own meager efforts.
Our hearts bleed, our tears shed, our minds torment, our souls torn asunder, yet we move on, we keep walking in a hope that may be one of us will rise and then everything else will be history.
Our lives and the world today, has again come up to that threshold where every human value and notion is staring in our eyes and asking to redeem it, And their evil counterparts are dragging our feet, screaming vociferously in our minds that every human endeavour that our forefathers executed for them was an arrow shot in the dark that somehow worked out.
So far, our heroes and our saviours are not visible to us. Our leaders have lost their path, our affluent people are too busy in their cosy little lives, our poor people are too busy to survive and our middle class is too scared to fall back and too eager to jump forward that they refrain every other event that the life throws at them.
Yet, whenever a whiff of change or a voice never heard before falls upon us, we see to it, we accept it and put our faith upon it, in a hope that may be this is ours and this world's moment of change. May be life has finally bestowed us with that rarest opportunity through which we can write out our destinies with our own meager efforts.
Our hearts bleed, our tears shed, our minds torment, our souls torn asunder, yet we move on, we keep walking in a hope that may be one of us will rise and then everything else will be history.
