And only the other day did I find out that there are scores
of young minds trapped in the vagaries of life either through courtesy of
situations or through non-introspection of personality and clamorous goals
ahead. Either of the cobwebs succeeds in trapping and slowly exhausting the
victim to imminent death.
Young and vibrant
minds shall have a level playing field- with a freedom to explore and catapult
their way onto the unknown methods. But these innocuous-looking receptions that
the young receive at their grandiose workplaces for small morsels of code are
in actuality the baits to make the world of trade survive and engineer
mountains of profit to the capitalist (and voracious employers). And slowly and silently the deaths of
thoughts start taking their shape. The once
young and energetic and effervescent youth stands lost in the world of trade,
the path to continuation and riches awaits- showing immense opportunities in
terms of materialistic wealth that
would be accumulated and swept away in unworthy but savory means.
Is there a path to redemption that may be chosen to achieve what
the youth once thought to pursue and
enrich with creative and spiritualistic juices?
Definitely, there is. But it’s narrow and looks shabby for
such a grand (wo)man to follow. The youth is received by a myriad of
provocations- a one such ‘thought’ that
has outlived its age and is barely surviving, pleads to (the youth) let it live
further- once the youth chooses the grandiose path its life would come to a
scorching end; the youth is lost among the choices to choose from. Does the
path that looks a little liberated from materialism would hand any
satisfaction, would it allow me to embrace my dreams, would it encourage me to
follow my mind and heart in cohesion- these many trumpets were beating reaching
a crescendo with whether this path would
let me ‘be me’.
A greater hollow
was to follow these when almost similar questions were posed by the other much
travelled path albeit with solutions and they said that we would give you all
the riches of the world to buy anything you want, to get all the happiness of
the world with these and none will be able to escape your desires. And they re-emphasized that we would titillate your senses
with pleasures that were, till ago, were un-gettable.
The youth was spoilt for choices. But this time the choice
was made easier. The grandeur path
was head bent on immersing the youth with all the unwanted and unthinkable
pleasures one may ever desire. The
youth was apologetic; he allowed exploitation of oneself. What life is without
the real pleasure- a quaint serene flow of pious actions devoted to cultivate
the highest virtues- truth and kindness, affection and peace.
And the youth led oneself to the shabby looking path leading
to the kingdom of knowledge and love where matter of desire is never able to
take any tangible shape. The youth returned to being I and was kept in the highest spirits by the pleading dream.
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