िमली हवाओं में उड्ने ि क वो सजा यारो

के मैं जमीन के रिस्तों से कट गया यारो

I have never heard this song. But the lyrics PERFECTLY fit into this situation. The old mental picture of the world or the universe at large which is basically not the uncountable number of stars and masses but people which form something called society is hard to destroy. The world being a mirror of one’s thoughts differs according to people as “thoughts” differ. A mere question of the “view” one has and a different world altogether.

Long ago, in my earlier days of being acquainted with the blogging world someone had told me “This isn’t Paradise”. ” Paradise” to be exact meant people who blog. (Add people who COMMENT to it as well).

I was shocked. The shock led to sadness. In a long time, really long time I felt sad, in the truest sense of the word. What kind of people made this world? And can there even be “people” or “humans” like that. What sick mentality caused them to write such low/ degrading (think of the word which represents digress of humanity at its most). Maybe, that is supposed to be normal.( But) Why normalize the bad? There are some things which can be accepted as “someone else’s” opinion which is “different” than yours. People hold different views. Some are just nothing else but an attempt to demoralize the person, hurt them, break them down. I may be wrong about the notion that “the world is full of good people” meaning ( who do onto others as they would be done by) but I think I understand the ‘intention’ of people ( not all times though) .It’s sad that I realize it so late in life that I feel nearly ‘incapable’ of changing my world view from something good and positive to a place where people are just too keen on bringing others down and what not.

The irony, ithis world is full of impostors and no matter how much the ’society’ at large talks of ethics and humanity it hails the bad, it is instinctively attracted by the bad. Reminds of the character, I used to observe everyone of them in details ( to understand the mechanism of the blogging universe). It was clear: they wouldn’t have known it but there they were loving, adoring everything which was stated, actually even the grammatically ‘wrong’ stuff was ‘raw’, it was ‘nice writing’ anything. They didn’t know it, but they loved it! Subconsciously, they all did it.

I should have been scandalous, it would be great then! Oh, what a fine writing I would have created, even if I would ‘know’ the innumerous flaws in it. So, after a day of pain and irritation because of cold, I want to move on for good.

There is a saying in Nepali:
Rakshyan ma Thuke, afnai mukhma chita parcha.

That’s what I want to say. Your acceptance and understanding of the writings isn’t sought.Don’t show your lack of control over yourself by being in a place you don’t want to be in.


Let no man pull you low enough to hate him. Martin Luther King.