The mixture of happiness and sadness is always felt by us. It feels good but its hard to comment on what we are actually feeling. Each one of us have a special thing in us but we always feel jealous of others when we think they are better than us. The value of a few things can be felt only when we lose it. It might me a tangible one or an intangible one. Why has god created such a world where people cannot understand the value of things but can understand only when it is snatched away from them?
When we lose something we regret about it later even after knowing that it will never come back to us. Repentance is the deepest void in the heart. Once the void is created, it is very difficult to fill it up. There are people who never regret things which had made them smile even once in their past. Some people, on the other hand, lived a certain moment, enjoyed it but later, regret doing it. The variation in people’s insight on things is all about the beauty of life which God has created.
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Yesterday was tiring. Thank god I decided to turn in early. By doing so, I managed to sleep for a decent 11 hours (just in case you’re wondering; no! That is not the longest I’ve slept, not even close!).
Breakfast today was good; pancakes, waffles, maple syrup, eggs Benedict, hash browns, sausages, beef bacon, cereal, juice, tea, coffee, etc. (Of course, I didn’t have each and everything!).
After having a scrumptious breakfast, I checked out of the hotel and again roamed around the city. Luckily, it wasn’t raining but it was just as cold as yesterday.
Today, I bought a ticket for a tram (a rail vehicle which runs on tracks along public urban streets) which gave me a tour of the city (Lucerne/Luzern). I visited many sites; the Swan Lake, the torture chamber near Swan Lake, a couple of churches, etc. But the most beautiful and architecturally ingenious site which I visited was the Dying Lion of Lucerne. It commemorates the Swiss Guards who were massacred in 1792 during the French Revolution, when revolutionaries stormed the Tuileries Palace in Paris, France. Mark Twain praised the sculpture of a mortally-wounded lion as “the most mournful and moving piece of stone in the world.” Continue Reading..
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Yes it is true. We live in a country where Twenty year olds are represented by forty-two year old young urns. These forty-two and sixty-three year olds are distinguished in their area of expertise which does not exist. It is not a coincidence that they are politicians. And once again it is not a coincidence that they come from families which has a variety of people ranging across MLAs, MPs, PMs, CMs etc. They work hard to memorize speeches and end up shouting out the complete opposite of it. They work hard; in the gym and sweat it out; on the beach. They give to the society each and every thing their potential promises: from entertainment to pollution and kickbacks to illusions. They never let us down. The recent case of a political party declaring its sixty-three year old youth icon as the PM candidate brought tears to the eyes of another 85 year old young gentleman. As the great Arnab Goswami asked, “The nation wants to know: when shall the youth speak for themselves?!”
Various statistics show that the real young people in India account for over 60%-70% of the population. However this substantial section of the population has made various forty-two and sixty-three year old self anointed spokespersons, as its youth icons. But again, the fault isn’t limited to the domain of the power hungry.
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