Idyllic Thoughts

Yesterday my bus home was stopped to allow a peaceful candlelight procession against Delhi's gangrape pass; and sitting silently inside a well-lit bus, watching those young men and women (may be they were just girls and boys a week ago, but now they have grown up) walk with determination holding placards and candles, I was filled with pride. Pride for being in a nation where there is still hope. Pride that our youth have come on to streets for something worthwhile, for a girl they have never seen, never heard of till now, never even know her name, and who lives far far away in a city most of them have never visited. Pride that till now I had watched youth coming onto streets for freedom or any other just cause in other countries, watched with envy that it may not happen in our country riddled with corruption, but it did. And I feel contented. I feel it will change the course of our nation, soon. I thought people would talk for some days, argue on TV channels over the need for a &#

"The world breaks us all and afterward, some are stronger at the broken places," said Ernest Hemingway. I read this somewhere yesterday and was very impressed. How true! I thought. But then I googled the line and got the rest of the sentence, which was not just true, but very funny; one may say 'philosophically funny.'-- "...But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry." So what's the hurry to get broken and killed? We may as well enjoy this life well before the world kills us leisurely. Don't you think so?