Posted by Zee A. on 6. Oct 2011
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline; color: #ff0000;"><strong>THOUGHTS FROM THE UNKNOWN</strong></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;">Sitting in the train compartment, i glanced outside and saw the whole world was white, everything was shining coz of the white color it now inhabited...my ears couldn't hear the noise of the train tracks, that sound was replaced by the cool breeze and whistling sound of the soft wind...my eyeballs moved anticlockwise, their destination being the ticket in my hand..at first my brain told me it was the black ink on it that disallowed me to read my destination...but like numerous times before, my heart intervened. N that is when i realized...DESTINATION: blank. </p> <p style="text-align: justify;">The stationmaster gave me the ticket and asked me to confirm ''hey! is this all ok?''...i saw 'Islamabad' and said ''Thank you!'' My memory never failed me before, but it had seemed to. However, my heart told me it was a sign from nature, a message: Your destination is not reliant on a piece of paper. You can choose your own destination. Your own destiny. You MAKE your destiny. The moment i realized that, the noisy train tracks brought me bak to the real world...</p> <p style="text-align: justify;">i glanced outside once more...the white beautiful world was overtaken by a barren land, a barren land that would more than qualify for a desert....upon looking closely i noticed scores of people dying for water and electricity...they were like the Camels in the desert who were made to work in the heat for several hours...but these people did not have the stamina nor metabolism of Camels...i looked into the eye of a camel and could literally feel the pain in its eyes, it was like telepathy, face-to-face convo was overshadowed by mind-to-mind communication...overlooking the camel's forehead were the distant castles of the rulers, who made them work for endless hours..these rulers were not binded by any rules or regulations, they used their power for their own gain...exploited the poor creatures and shared the profit amongst them. They defied the honest approach of ''giving the workman his deserved salary before his sweat dries''. Their sweat could make salt mines and still these rulers wouldn't budge.</p> <p style="text-align: justify;">The camels move on. The rulers rule on. My heart spoke: ''But until when and who will dare to bring a revolution''?</p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-decoration: underline; color: #ff0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span></p>
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