Moments miles apart.....

"I will never leave my city let it be for any reason...", though a boy sitting near the window in a class room packed with occupied students who were busy with their discussions, inquires, paperwork, and off course uttering non sense about plans to go abroad. "USA, UK and Australia are the only best options" said a guy with rusty hair quickly pushing the last piece of cake which he brought for lunch, "Its either USA or UK or else am reapplying till I get into one of the countries" cried the guy sitting next to him, "Australia does not have a significant desi population as compared to USA and UK" he quickly added before he could be questioned for his choice. Suddenly, a voice from the back took everybody by astonishment and disbelief, the reason being what they just heard, "UK and Australia is for losers, no other country can withstand the power of US $...mark my words friends, USA is the Choice", said one of the top scorers sitting on the desk busy reading some printout of reviews about some top ranked US universities, "I will make sure to call all you future Australian and English Citizens and share with you how awesome the life is in US and I promise I will not laugh hard when you share your miseries with me in the second choice countries","Will not laugh atleast till I hang up" continued the guy from the back. "Oh what a bullshit" was the combined reaction from the class except of the boy near the window because he really did not care whats going on in the class. He isolated himself in the crowd and his head was filled with thoughts about finding a good placement in the city itself.


The boy near the window continued to be lost deep in his thoughts, he was thinking about how time was moving fast and just weeks were left before the class would write their finals and get the piece of paper for which they have put in most youthful four years out of their lifetime. "Seriously speaking life wasn't so bad during the four years that passed " he thought. No matter how many issues everyone had back home it was a different world inside the college detached from the life outside, well was like that for at least most of them.It was the matter of scores, money and family to be settled and each of them had different concerns as some where asking to themselves "can I be away from my family and friends", while the rest were struck with "will I be able to get enough score or will I be able to arrange the money". The boy in his thoughts was having flashbacks of his discussions with many of his friends and how they described why it was important to continue their career abroad and how they planned to return in few years.


All of a sudden he realized that one of his classmate was yelling to accompany him to the canteen as he did daily to grab some thing to drink. Today the boy did not want to go and instead preferred the solitude of his thoughts. He looked out the window and out of the bars he saw the shinning rays of sun falling over the grass and the warm summer wind made the grass flutter, he continued to stare out until what he was looking at went out of focus teleporting his mind and once again his thoughts gained complete access of his conscious. His thoughts started to speed up the pace now, he remembered his first day at school, only glimpses of his school life, his friends, people whom he can never forget, moments which can never be erased and above all his journey from a time when he would not have been able to join a primary school at all to this moment where he is just days away from earning the first professional degree. Tears were too cooperative to not show up in the wrong place but tears would have been a perfect way to let out the emotional dilemmas which he felt were tearing his soul apart from inside.

His will was getting stronger by the though and he would have bet whatever he had on the fact that there was nothing in this world which will make him take the decision of leaving his city.He knew the though were for a reason, he knew that dreams and opportunities had no boundaries, he definitely knew success wasn't only vested in the west. "I will not leave my city" he said that as he punched the desk in front of him and was taken by surprise, the sound the desk made was not of his fist hitting the wood but instead sounded like a bell ringing in heavy wind at a distant. He started hitting the desk again and again and the bell started ringing must faster and louder, he looked around puzzled as the broad daylight was gone and the room was empty with just darkness and no one around and this time the sound of bells grew loud enough to shatter his ears and he held his hands tight across his ears to stop the sound but it would not give up. He wanted to stand up and run but was no match to the force keeping him bonded to the bench, he wanted to shout but no voice would come out. The rings of the bell was the only thing his conscious and subconscious mind was filled with and suddenly a chill ran down his spine and out of the darkness a light came and fell on his eyes. The light was reflecting from a tiny piece of plastic which was making this sound, his body suddenly felt being unhooked of the binding force of the bench and it only took split second of time for him to realize and hit the snooze on his phone to stop the ringing of his bell.


On the way to his office which was miles away apart from the window near which he dreamed years ago he had the most nostalgic sickness he had in a long time and only question which kept reverberating in his mind was what did he lose that he had years back sitting near that window....was it the ability to dream ? or the dream itself ?.

Who Controls Who !!

“Am sorry sir, but the system won’t allow me to do the changes”, “I want to help you but believe me, I can’t”, “I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience but the system is not accepting any changes”. Now how many times have we come across statement similar to this in our life ?, well don’t bother to answer as everyone reading this know that we all have to listen to these sentences at some points in life. Very few times does listening to these sentences bother someone so much as compared to agony which lies in the ridicule of the situations where these excuses/protocols/reasons are used.

There is no doubt that man had always wished to ease his life with every invention he made but often forgot about the strings attached or how in the future people will let themselves be operated by the things which were designed to be operated by them. While it has to be noted that the rules were put in place so that things would be more organized and easily managed but it finally falls solely on path of the people carrying out these rules whether these rules will comfort or discomfort the followers. Schools, Offices, Organizations, Unions, Clubs and the list continue, everywhere we go we have a set of rules to be followed. I imagine the disappointment of a person who may reach a bit late pay his fee which may result in dropping out of classes but at the same time I can also imagine the liberty people would take in arriving late and demanding there payments to be accepted if even one of them is helped to do a favor. The fault lies on the both sides and the falters lie on the both sides but what’s disappointing is that somewhere in that cluster is a person who might have sincerely arrived an hour late due to a genuine reason and unfortunate enough for him, he was born in a wrong world. Those are the persons I feel who become the victim of a system, a system which does not care if you were late because you were helping someone on your way, a system which does not care if you literally saved a person’s life on way, all that the system cares about are the ticks of the clock and dates on a calendar.

I remember not long ago during my Junior College I came across a story titled “All about a Dog” by A.G Gardiner and when I first listened to it I wonder what kind of a person would be so strict with rules and now after few years, I got my answer. As Gardiner quotes in their “Rules are necessary things, but there are rules and rules………. You have kept the rule but broken its spirit”. Spirit is the exact thing lacking in the people who implement these rules. As a programmer I might exactly know what they mean when they say that system wouldn’t allow them to make changes, we program that shit off course we know what it can and cannot. But the point here is not what the system can do or cannot, but we as human beings who run without any cables attached are capable of overcoming that system or not.

The speed at which we are becoming totally machine dependent is not a un known fact but what is definitely unknown is whether we will ever be able to operate our life normally if all these machines would fail or disallows us from living how we want to live? The answer to this can only be treated as a speculation but when the time comes am sure that the man will be able to reinvent the wheel.