Worth Anything

Dear Diary,

Surely I have attained pleasure from various people in certain instances and why should I not? If one is free to choose from bliss and melancholy, why would that person choose the latter to prove his so sagacious sanity in front of the world? There are exceptions in anything we undertake for analysis if such data comprises many numbers and I have always believed that there should be differentiation in any particular field so people stretch their veins for achieving it. However, contrary to all expectations- we must prevail in the malicious aspect of striving to achieve something; the initiation of obnoxious thinking and perfidious ideologies is in itself a severe and destructive malady. I propose to formulate such a society where there are classes and sects which should be wholly denied by ill-sentiments.

Being lavish in emotional mind and using that as a shelter every time is, (I leave that to you). In the previous times of the history of India, especially; an emotional value was always attached to things and vehemently to intimates which people left people in remonstrance upon their demise. Times are really vulnerable to new ideologies and change that is why we are able to outlive some creatures; Charles Darwin has said, "It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change, that lives within the means available and works cooperatively against common threats." With respect to words of Mr. Darwin, 'time' is living and thriving in the influence of our deeds. Gandhian era, Nehruvian era and all such ideologies faded with upcoming generations; rationality seeped in and now there is the appreciation of being practical and denunciation of being empathetic and sentimental. Though I am the possessor of nostalgic ideologies; sometimes my inner self persuades to update my mind and I do it- that is why I am still having fine relations.

There are things to which a person, irrespective of being old or young, is emotionally attached to. No objections, I include myself in it because a writer is ought to be in every aspect of things. He should be in a particular time, a place, a situation, in a state of mind and also in a peculiar correspondence with himself. Today as I had been playing with my Hot Wheels cars, a sudden devastating memory seeped in my brain and burst itself there which forced my brain to pay attention there in the meantime that spoil was being cleaned. It was a memory of an unwanted separation's occurrence due to the hideous actions of a third party person between us. I cannot tell how much it meant to me; that bond!

Still, before mentioning to you my listener, I was searching my blue coloured, four wheeled, plastic car whom I benevolently called 'Alto.' I do know she is nowhere to be discovered now as that thing was snatched from my tiny palms and devoted to the dustbin by my Mother!

I have learnt that we hate and love due to their actions and circumstances.