AMEETHYST

About 730 friends on facebook, 500+ connections on LinkedIn, and just a beginner on Twitter, I have got into something known as, “ Social Saturation ”. I don’t feel bad if anyone unfriends me; I don’t care if anyone likes my status or comments on my photos; I don’t mind accepting any strangers friend request; and most of all, I’ve lost the dots that connect me with my true friends. That brings me to the basic question: Who are my true friends? True friends are not those whom I keep in touch always; with whom I want to be in contact with; whom I like just because they have good connections and good looks. Almost all are good friends and that is why they still have me active in their contact list. The real problem lies with me and this is a hard confession to make. May be I am not able to be a good friend to everybody and that is why I feel cursed and deprived of them. A managerial thought always comes to my mind that, ‘ you can’t keep everyone happy all the time ’ and this is wha...

When you play in the dirt, and come home filthy. You don’t straight away eat the cookies. That’s growing up unhurt. When you fall in love and break-up, all your life you loathe yourself. You move on and wait for someone better. That’s simply you growing up. When you are an aide, and you learn all that you need. You are still not the perfect being. That’s growing up on a crusade. When you show your skills, and religiously work round the clock. You are surrounded by greedy lumberjacks. Growing up certainly kills. When you walk side by side with your friend and you don’t care about the world. You are prone to emote. You keep growing up till the end.

It was the twilight hour when I first saw the huge gate arch in the middle of my house. I thought it was just another place where some pictures and posters of Gods were preserved and made available for public viewing. I was wrong. The place was magical. It possessed eccentric powers and flaunted eclectic architecture. The nested arch had a faint turquoise blue tint on the inside and a pitch black shade on the outside. The moment I looked up to read the words engraved on it, I got this feeling of déjà vu. The words read: “Evolution. Youth. Liberty for you.” When I read the first word, it was Charles Darwin that came to my mind, and not the apes. The place was haunted by broken dreams of many souls who lost their battle with life, while they were trying to change many. This dream was a dull reminder for me that, I need to connect the dots, join the broken pieces and get myself back in shape, though not physically, but spiritually as well. The elements of dreams may still be conside...