Whispering Loud!

One way or the other, Life is cruel to everyone. Few days back we had a happy dog family in our locality; a Mommy, a Daddy and 6 pretty puppies. I would notice them every evening during my post-iftar walk and it has been an absolute pleasure to watch them cuddle each other and play in each other’s embrace. I would, every day, walk with a smile on my face as I would see them dance around each other and display their love fearlessly. They made my last few evenings delightful. All of them would wag their tails fervently as the residents of the locality passed by and they would bark ferociously at the foreigners too; their kind as well as ours. I must confess that the barking sessions of parents did make me panic once or twice and I might have cursed them for making me feel uneasy. May be, I shouldn’t have. Yesterday, a car ran over the only black pup of the litter and as I stepped out for my routine walk in the evening, it was heart breaking to see them all circle around the dea...

The night does not always bring a pause. Sometimes, quite often rather, one wakes up with the residual thoughts, so clear as if the intervening night didn't exist, of the previous night’s discourse, which one might have had with self or with the like-minded. Before hitting the sack last night, I was thinking about the world famous leaders like Mandela, Gandhi and Lincoln, the bosses, the statesmen and the administrators of long-ago. While valuing the leadership qualities, the insight and the method of all these chiefs, inside my head, for a moment I wished for a life in their age. A life in the age of dignified and stately management, a life in the time in which a leader, by rectifying the mistakes of a common man, would stand as an exemplary master in front of his people. Authority, as it should be.  May be in that age my appetite for leadership would have been satiated for I would have had the best footsteps to follow. Dreams! A wish is just a wish and mostly a contrast to re...