Prashant's Solace

One fine day a child was put forth to the mercy of mortals on the 1st of Jan 1986! This is his take on a new world around him.  "Here I was treading into a different world and you have no idea of the magnitude of 'different'; A place they called school, about which I was made to feel excited as if being taken to Disneyland. How another was it... oh… no adult could ever imagine! Nervous, anxious, choked whatever you call the feeling, I would simply describe it as being ‘on the verge of tears’. The build-up leading to the D-day (first day at school) was cleverly planned. I was beaming with a false sense of pride developed from reciting stupid somethings, in an alien but sweet language, to every single visitor at home. But all these rituals had an ulterior motive! I was going to find out for the first time that, apart from my cousins and other kids in my building, there are innumerable 3 or 4 year olds' in the world. Apparently, they too were tricked into comin...

A push, my child is your creator, This very push can be your predator. Know what power it holds? A push in courage makes destiny, in veil rears vanity, Devoid of care, troubles soul innocent for eternity; A push of hope can envision a trivial mind, One with belittling words destroy character in grind; It gladdens a life with thoughts heavenly and sweet, Or erode dreams, like trampling beasts in fleet. Also know that, A push makes worthy stand strong, For money and power are just get along, And talent more often than not, Too proud a virtue for most lot. Don’t care I, whether you have these, Certainly no concern, maybe bit, if you please. You see, Ago, my father pushed a simpleton me to survive, That push created utopia, now which is our hive. Believe you too in its power, Push you to bloom bud, be a loved flower. I hope out there waiting, is a beautiful life’s dawn, I push you in hope dear, a push you will thrive on!