Pseudo Writer

People fought a lot of battles, as our history progressed. Lives laid down in the name of country, religion or sometimes even a neighborhood. But these battles were just small fronts of a war; a never-ending war that has been going on for centuries, a war that has seen delays, but never once seen the end. Our people never experienced the oblivion that the end of this war could induce. You might think that every war that broke out had its own reasons, so what could possibly be common? Spare a few moments out of your busy day, and open some history text books or use internet, and search for the reasons of any war that ever broke out. You will find something common. It's never a war between good and evil, because whoever wins the war, claims to be the victim. It's not a war between someone who has the throne and someone who doesn't, as lengths one can go is just a compensation for the feeling that there is a lack of parameters to find who is more suitable for the throne. There...

Everytime, when life gives a chance, how you use it, is completely upon you. But know one thing, that life's not a dance, for if it can give it, then it can snatch one too. When all the questions do not matter, and all that matters is what you represent, Make sure that you do not scatter, for that one chance is all that's present. I know you have faith in the divine, you think that no chance is the last one. But when out of ten, probability is nine, how do you hope to go past 'one'? No you can't, noone can, decide whether your chance is last. So why not be a selfish man, and never let a chance go past.                                   - Sushant K umar Das

A good man, is not born an angel. He carries instinct to survive and is vandal. He is shaped by those around, to become better than how he was found. This process gives him, what makes him good, and gives him reasoning to do, what he should. But darkness and light both he carries, light he brims while dark he buries. Take from a good man, what makes him good, and the angel will wear the devil's hood. Experience the light leaving his soul, And watch darkness occupying that hole. He shall fall; someone else shall rise in the dark, having nothing to lose, fear's territory shall he mark. A bad day of a good man, shall seek the future with the world torn, and this is all it takes, for an undefeatable monster to be born.                                  - Sushant Kumar Das

I can't recall, if it was a day filled with mystery or misery, I realised that day, something kept following me. I had that feeling for quite some time, as if I had known it, as if I had heard it's chime. Some days I felt it brought moments of pity, but some days, I felt it brought sadness for eternity. Some nights it let the moon shine as if it was mocking me, while some days it made everything dark, even when it was sunny. It was an idea, a concept that shook the human brothers, It said that some lives were worth more than the others. This concept was against the ideals of humanity, but then why was our history being written with this insanity? Every war that ever broke out, witnessed civilian deaths in bold letter , because the people who were the cause of war felt they were better. Never once did anyone win a war, all they got was loss. The decision of sacrificing lives, was no more than a matter of toss. How did this idea survive? This was t...

 I went there, and not alone, I carried some entities that were long gone. I found myself breaking piece by piece, few of them belonged to that place I reached.  I heard it, in the roaring silence that surrounded, the echos started booming, that I once had grounded. I found myself waking up from a sleep, it was an alarm, I had to unknowingly keep.  I met them, after a time I couldn't quantify, a moment, neither as happy or sad could it qualify. I found myself trapped in a time leap. How alive those dead memories were, inside us deep.  It was a place I spent my childhood in, it was an old song, which was still trapped in.  They were my old friends, my heart they used to reside in. Life's balloon seems full, until pricked by the nostalgia pin.  It was not sadness that broke me piece by piece. Those pieces were trying to rejoin from where they were picked. No wonder I had locked those memories in my mind, as the pieces th...

Walking past the past, one shall stumble across a day, fears shall reach the deepest of souls, while the overlord stands at the bay. Two doors shall lie ahead, between which the truths shall be wired. A choice shall be made, and destiny shall be acquired. Who shall stand at this point, ironies may follow the one. The left may be right and right may not be the right one.  Shall one hear the voices that echo, shall one view the sights that surround, one will be cursed with senses possessed, and the true choice shall not be found. But shall one close his senses, shall one walk through one's soul, one shall find the choice that was right, and overlord shall provide one's role. Walking past the past, when one will stumble across this day, overlord shall not interfere in choices, but he shall show one, the way.                                            ...

So it's the independence day. I guess there is a beautiful motive to its existence; To appreciate the fact that our history has been a tennis ball, in a match between the opressors and the opressed and there were people who rose up against the opressors thus making our country free. What we forget is that they did not win this war overnight. It took around one and a half century before they won. Also when I say 'they', I am not even close to aware of how many people this word is referring to here. When the blood of these people mixed into the soil of our country, only then it became free. We think that by celebrating this day, we are honouring those people. But I don't believe that if any of those martyrs, if given a chance to see the present country, would worry about how the independence day is celebrated. All they would care about is what we have done to the country that they won for us at the cost of their lives. And as much as I would like to say that we have prog...

The broken bell will be seen again, the world shall hear its chime. Possibilities define the infinities, shall one travel in time. Time ; one of the most intriguing mysteries that physics has encountered during its development. It's one of the most fascinating features is that it is different for each observer (as explained by the Theory of Relativity ). Now this brings the possibility of a very popular concept of time travel in future . But travelling back to the past is too much to handle. As far as the modern physics has reached, which is an exponentially large amount as compared to a couple of centuries ago, time travel is nothing but an idea that came to someone's mind, which was not of much use, but science fiction adapted it, making it one of the most successful plots for any Sci-Fi movie. Now the reason for success was very simple. All the people have one thing common which they constantly carry with them; regrets . So the idea of going back in past, correcti...

It's the day when nothing is audible. And not because everyone is quiet, but because there is noone to hear. It's the day when noone is in pain, not because there is no fire, but because there is noone to burn. The sights of destruction are dominant, with strands of flora struggling to survive. The fires that have burnt mighty stars, have taken over our planet earth too. The drops of nectar from the heaven are still showering on the planet. But the fate of the life was sealed, and all life has come to void. The water now ceases to exist, but who cares! There is noone to drink it. The air is filled with the fumes of life, that were burnt amidst the cruelest of pains. The sounds of the lives in agony, have left their echos in the silences that remain. Oh Great lord! Why did this day fall on us? What the world would not have given, to be spared of the might of this day? Nature has revealed the power of its anger! All bow their heads, its the doomsday.   ...

So a couple of days ago, I found the last episode of one of my favorite animated series, Transformers : Beast Hunters. It's plot is based on a long going war between two major groups, Autobots and Decepticons on their planet, which destroyed most of the lives on their planet. Autobots were the ones who supported liberty and democracy , while Decepticons were the ones who believed in oppression and monarchy . When I saw it the last time, I saw cars transforming into robots and fighting each other; the action that I enjoyed. But today I looked past it. I saw a reflection of the human history in it. I did not see autobots vs decepticons, but rather I saw the oppressors vs the opressed . I did not see the cars transforming into robots, I saw the truth transforming itself into something strong enough to face the injustice. Now that we think of this, all of the history of human civilization has been like this. It has been a continuous fight between the ones who want to see the sun shi...

Look around you. Everyone is in a race. A race with themselves, trying to be better, even when the frame of reference is arbitrary. But one thing is common, every person shares this, the cause of race, the reason why it exists. What are your guesses? Hope for a better future? If you think so, then you are mistaken. Hope is the kind of positivity, that has long been lost from the minds around us, including us . What has now overtaken is Fear .  All of us are afraid, whether we admit or not is another point. Most of our decisions are fear-driven. We do not work hard to succeed, but we rather work hard because we are afraid of failure. The former statement might not seem sensible, but it actually carries a lot of weight, which precisely is the difference between one who wants to succeed and one who is afraid of failure. The later one has to struggle the same amount as the former one, but at the same time, the later one has to carry the weight of responsibilities.  He not only h...

Infinity gained its meaning, when complexity of the emotions in life came to existance. But between those infinite permutations, lied a possibility of destruction too . I watched them thriving for centuries, but I watched them burn too, in the fires that I did not spread, but flames that stopped only when nothing was left to turn to ashes. Fires that were the fiercest in the histories, I saw them in my horrors, every single day. I am none other than the one that is out of bounds of the creation and destruction, out of the bounds of happiness or sadness, out of the bounds of anger or arrogance. But watching the world burn, knowing fates, and fire imparted from the life of world itself. It is a punishment that I cannot escape, a truth I never ignored and will never be able to. Because even if eternity gains its meaning from me, it is not a boon, but something I have to live with. I am someone you know, someone you feel everyday, watching my represents at one of your...

A day came in my life, when darkness was all that I could see. Powerless I was standing in the middle of nowhere, with not even a sliver of belief. From the most brilliant of minds too, sensible thinking ability sometimes leaves. Because knowledge is always overpowered, when it comes to grief. This world has witnessed more than you can think of, the mighty have fallen, noones have risen. But darkness was what remained their ally, when the world had lost faith in them. Some of the men rose from the darkness, and those who did made history. Some found the darkness more comforting, and those who did got lost as mystery. It did feel as if times were difficult, but it is true that I had nothing to lose. That brought a sense of freedom, a strength about which I had no clues. Now when I am out of it, I don't like to admit but I miss it. Because these dark times were difficult, but they were not really my enemy. They were my points of enlightenment, something whi...

There is something, somewhere, unexpected, a destiny waiting for you crossing paths with it. Like a candle burning in the middle of a dark room, no matter what you do, you can't ignore it. Like an agent of anarchy in the middle of order, wherever you may be, you will feel it. Like a vow taken by the heavenly existing beings, try as longer as possible, you can't break it. You are but a bleeding body in a sea with sharks all around, they will arrive, just wait for it. You can run from it as much as you want, but you can't hide from it. So why spend eternities running away, when sense is in standing still and embracing it.                                                                      - Sushant Kumar Das

Everyday we come across different choices to make, you make some of them right, some of them wrong. Some you try to avoid, some you have to avoid, but some you have to make, willing or not. When your shoulders are burdened with it, when affected lives are those you love. When everyone is looking at you for right choice, when your conscience has to represent every voice. That's when you need to realise the truth; while the choice you make will never be right, it will also never be wrong. Different lives would be affected in different ways, effects would be predicted, but surprises will await. And no matter how hard you try, some lives would smile while some will cry. So everytime you have to make a choice, remember; You make choices and it has consequences, something you can't forget, something you can't outrun. You will have to live with it, every hour of your life, every minute.                         ...