Friday, Dec 14th 2012, was like any other day of the weekend for many Americans, but not for some parents. This day turned lives of some families upside down. Twenty gruesome killings of innocent school children, in the Sandy Hook elementary school in the small town of Newtown, Connecticut shattered dreams of many parents. A lunatic went on rampage , killing innocent kids at the school, after killing his own mother.
As a parent of two small kids, my heart goes to those poor families who lost their dear ones in this mindless killing. No amount of condolences , no amount of grief can ever fill the void that is created in their lives with their loved ones gone for ever. It is difficult for the hearts of those parents to accept that they will never see their loved ones anymore. Every kid on the street that they will come across, every passing of the school bus, every laughter of some kid somewhere , will keep reminding those unfortunate parents of their own kids for years and years to come. A loss that can never be filled again. What a heavy price paid for no apparent mistake of anyone.
With such incidents on the rise, several questions come to the mind. “What makes someone in a civilized world commit such heinous crime , to kill innocents who have nothing to do with anything ?” “Is it the social deprivation that drives someone crazy to commit such act?” or it is the Gun culture prevalent in American society that promotes such condemn-able act. What kind of motive drives such people to act in this crazed manner. It is beyond understanding. We live in a developed country, with supposed civilized people, so to speak, but yet such incidents compels to think , are we really living in a civilized world? . The nature of such unpredictable, unmotivated killings makes this issue more dangerous.It can happen anytime , to anyone, and by anyone. Take the examples of the recent Colorado theater killings, the killings of Sikhs in a place of worship in Wisconsin and several others that happened during this year. Incidents of such unpredictable nature , pose a real challenge to the society in general. (more…)
I had an exam to attend and I had a long commute to reach the exam center which was not where I normally went to study so I wasn’t familiar with the area where it was located. The examination time was morning 9 A.M and I woke up late at 8 A.M in the morning which left little time for me to get myself ready. Hastily I got ready. Time was 8.30 A.M. I had to take a local train to reach the exam center which would take around half an hour to reach. I hurried down to the train terminal across the street from my home with all my exam materials. I entered the station which had an elevator to take to the platform to board the train. In a hurry, I rushed inside the waiting train as soon as I reached the train platform. I did not notice the train number or the destination it was headed to. The train moved with deafening noise of the wheels. It gained pace as it crossed several busy streets beneath the flyovers over which it ran while I fixated myself on the notes for the last-minute preparation of the exam to follow. Long after the train had left the station and was about to reach the destination, I realized that it was a wrong train that I had boarded, it wasn’t going to the place where the exam center was, rather to a remote part of the town. I was terrified; the time now was 8:50 A.M which left only few minutes for the exam to begin. I got off the train at the next station where it stopped momentarily. As soon as I got down, I ran around in a frenzy manner around the platform asking people for the correct train to go to the exam place. People looked at me strangely, as though I was foolish to ask this question and one which I should know myself. I called my dad to ask for the correct train number. I ran back to the platform number which my dad suggested. Time was running out, I was getting late. If I would be late, I would miss out important time to write the exam, or worst, I would not be allowed to appear for the exam. My heart was pumping hard, my stomach had a churn, and thousand questions flashed my mind. (more…)
When I was kid I happened to attend a hypnotism show arranged in my primary school. Hypnotism was an unheard and unseen phenomenon for me at that time. Curious that Hypnotism was something like Magic show, I joined other friends of mine to see the show. During the show the hypnotist requested some of the people in the audience, including me, to join his tricks on the stage. I was reluctant to go on stage with a fear that the hypnotist whom I thought to be a magician, would make me disappear or convert me into a pigeon. I put off the idea of going on stage , rather, pushed my close buddy to go ahead.
The hypnotist started his spell on the guys on the stage by waving his hand in front of their faces. He instructed them to go to sleep and in no time all the guys on the stage collapsed on floor in deep sleep, as though someone pulled the mat below their feet, like a block of woods collapse on ground. While all of the guys still lay on the floor in slumber, the hypnotist yelled that a war has broken out and that they need to get up and go on war. He ordered them to get up and get their weapons and armor ready. Within seconds everyone was on their feet, still eyes closed, they pretended to be soldiers and behaved like fierce warriors firing their gun and killing all the enemies on their way. Some lay on the ground pretending to be shot in chest. The scene was very funny. It seemed like they were acting just to make the audience laugh, however, the guys were too serious, some crying in agony and others acting in rage. Later on the hypnotist instructed that the war was over and they have won it, to which, all the guys on stage rejoiced their victory hugging and yelling in joy. Later on he moved all the people on one side and picked only my buddy. (more…)