My Diminutive Paradise

The Caste system in India has long prevailed and has been a dirty devil to play with . The politicians however seem to have signed a pact with the devil and use it as a perfect tool to muster up votes during elections . Too many movies were taken and far too many poets and activists tried their hand in vanquishing the devil , but they were mere nudges , not the actual PUSH our people require . How to eliminate one is a whole different story altogether .. what I was more concerned about was where it all began . There were so many reasons , ideologies & theories , but most had their roots in Hindu mythology . Varnas , which were introduced to sort and assign duties to people and result in efficient socio-management , finally resulted as a never-ending entangled coil of web . Lord Ram who was considered to be a supreme and a most efficient ruler , has been a great supporter of one . The Shambuka incident clearly suggests that he did support the caste system by slaying a Sudra who ...

  It is really fascinating how even small things can remind us of something big and how they serve as clues to bring together the scattered pieces of a puzzle . I realized this very recently . The bus stop , a broken pen , an old bus ticket that somehow remained in your wallet , a song , anything can be the key to your memories . I just started to ponder upon this , when I very accidentally came through an album of Enya . This was the album that encapsulates my training memories –the very beginning phase of work . New friends , especially THE one , the rain , the long walks to bus stop , the treats in the food court the very first salary , the happiness of being financially independent , the tests ( God!! I wish I forget those ) .  It is just enchanting how a song can remind me of so many things and letting those memories become alive again , as if watching a video .   The way our mind works – Splendid !!!

  Truth be told , I just couldn't get around the fact that my friend lost the very book , I was asking of him , since long . If you are regular visitor and if by chance you have noticed , I have been rambling and going on and on about a novel – a trilogy actually . It was almost a year gap between the first and the second book . My interest in the book intrigued  many people I know , especially the one who gifted me the others . Seeing me , absorbed in the book , made them more curious and they wanted to give the series a try . And so I began , the search for the long lost book , possibly with the person who rendered it to me . I was soon confirmed of its presence with him . Then came the difficult part . People kept asking for the book , my friend kept forgetting to bring it to me .It just seemed like pressure to accomplish delivering the book . Now yesterday , the day me and my friend usually meet , I kept reminding him via texts and finally by noon , a text came , “Sorry ...