The Door

Doors Doors everywhere, not a door to enter. that is what Aaron's dilemma was. he didnt always have many options, like he did now. but now that he did, he was confused. He could be a carpenter or be an engineer. He could be anything. anything, but the master of his own destiny. For that he believed, had already been decided. Ironic? Not so! You see, Aaron wrote in his diary, we may not be able to pass through the space-time continuum. But we definitely pass through situations. Big and small. It was like a cricket match, where a ball is thrown to you. where and how you hit it, is your choice. and what happens when those choices become an exponent of life? its 360 degrees up to you, ranging from cover-drives to normal defenses. but What does one do with such a predicament. One thinks. And Aaron thought of constructiveness. He wasnt Ayn rand's selfish objectivist Howard. He wanted to help people. sincerely help them. But people dont need help. only a few ever come up to you and ask for it. of course, most of the ones who ask end up in Alcoholics anonymous or with a psychotherapy session. Aaron didnt undermine group therapy sessions, but one could definitely therapeutize, if thats a word, oneself. All one needs is balance. Balance in all the four spheres. There are many doors. doors that open to unimaginable worlds. One of them that particularly aroused Aaron's interest was Tolkien's Middle Earth. It seemed so perfect to be an elf or a dwarf or even a hobbit. So perfect to speak their own languages without being thought of as inferior. But now came the end of the page, and today's fable was done. Aaron closed the book and tried to go to sleep. But sleep wouldnt come. There was so much buzzing in his head, in front of his eyes. There was an exam tomorrow. right now, his choices were cornered. but there would be more at hand. Soon enough, he would be able to discover his destiny. A destiny that was now driving him to sleep.

A Predicament

Saari umr hum, mar mar ke jeete hain, ek pal to ab humen jeene do jeene do. Kabir was pursing mbbs. but he had a talent to write. and write what? ranging from anything to everything. it was his favourite pastime. writing poetry, articles, doing online writing jobs... he just loved writing so much. but he was into a different stream altogether. what could he do? after two years of speculation, as to whether he should quit mbbs or continue doing it, after 2 years of a predicament, he realised he could do both. Writing is just a tool, he realised. you gotta have some basis to write upon. like a doctor writes abt medicine. an engineer abt something (how would i know?). this was a world he was now growing into. it was a precarious world. being a master of one trade is hard enough. here there were two subjects to be mastered. 2 subjects owing their allegiance to one king. maybe it is royal then. the more subjects a king has, the more powerful is his kingdom. and Kabir's kingdom of writing and mbbs could go hand in hand, if only, he could concentrate on both easily. would be able to? what do you say?