Sad Reality

It was at one evening; I sat at my writing desk. My mind was repeatedly screening for words and thoughts. I never thought that jotting down ideas on a piece of paper was even harder than rote learning or doing an excellent unpremeditated speech. I would have never taken such effort to write something inspiring but, I had to do it. I had to persuade myself of the fact that I didn't waste my entire summer. I had to mimic my mind that I had been working for so long doing something worthy.

 I started imagining myself to be as successful as Ruskin Bond or J.K Rowling. Maybe I might land up writing another Harry potter. Oh my, if I do that, I might end up getting sued for plagiarism. With hopes and desires, I looked at the paper again. Of course, the only word written on that was TITLE.

I got up from my desk after all that mental work and went towards dining. My mom was indeed very proud of me. Poor chap, she might have thought that I was constructively utilizing my time. Little did she I know, all that while I was thinking and dozing off in between and evening dreaming. 

Usually, we don't turn on the television during meals. My mom was very conservative about exchanging pleasantries during meals. While my family is busy chit-chatting, I turn out to amuse myself with the food. The dining table conversations generally suffer from friction and, I start sensing tension in the surroundings. I never like to complicate my life. I neither like stress nor strain. I am more of someone who tends to stand in between and observe. As I was devouring my meal, my younger sibling shouted, "We need equality." 

I was startled. The word equality sounded too important. It was very attention-seeking that I moved all my attention towards the conservation made. 

'Why should we study something just for the sake of society? We need the freedom to choose what we like over what makes others feel high on us. Taking care of the welfare of the society is my responsibility but, that responsibility should not serve as a hindrance for my ability." cried Niya

The choice of words Niya made and her progressive thoughts started making me think and realize something pivotal. The three vital words she used revolved around my head like a ceiling fan. Finally, my brain started working. I sat down on my writing bench again and closed my eyes. Thinking about the life I have been living and how society had indirectly interfered in my future endeavors made me realize that though I am said to have equality, I am fighting my entire life for that very same equality.

People who are enjoying equality want to face favoritism. They want to be distinct and want to experience the feeling of being the center of attraction. It is either their abundance of knowledge or wealth that acts like a magnet to attract centrality. The poor want equality and dignity and, the only key to these doors is education. Education helps in unlocking another door named clarity and opportunity. Opportunity is like a lump of modeling clay. It requires time, passion, work, and focus, to attain an admiring shape. If there is a good balance between equality and inequality, we will wind up with no more competition and just peace. We do not like such a very peaceful life. We are those peculiar personalities who add tons of spices to life and then sit and cry about our predestined fate.

As a human, even before I land my feet on mother earth, people dump a whole lot of expectations and responsibility from an infant who had ten months of development in the dark. Poor me, if I had known that the world is even darker, I would have stayed in that same place forever. When one tries to progress in my life, people from nowhere come to insult you, demotivate you and, make you feel that you have chosen the wrong path but, If you succeed in what you want, people who were your barriers start being your supporters. Your success silences their illusions and changes their thoughts. Maybe it is true that I am the change that I need to see in society.

Why should my dreams, my choices in life be sacrificed to the norms of society? 

" Hey, you haven't written a thing on that paper," said Niya.

"Well, I think I've got little to write but a lot to change."

"Good, what do you think of changing?" enquired Niya 

"THE SOCIETY"