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A need for a miracle...

I decided to not jot down my thoughts, they seemed trivial. Sometimes I think, I jump from one tree to another, forever restless, forever absorbed and forever obsessed with whatever fancies me at that moment. Is that a crime? Is that not what one's mind should do? Mind being a monkey at free will, does a mad dash at the first sight of color, but, I feel like putting a boundary to my thoughts today. I am afraid that they might run amok with all the madness that is going on around the world. That is right, the crisis across a continent seems to disturb me beyond reason. I keep thinking, we could be next- any natural calamity unleashed on us has no mercy, for we have been cruel to her and to expect her to be kind to us does not cut a bargain. With tides running havoc, the fire being feisty, the earth trembling in equal bursts of mirth and fury - we can only do so much.

Though the Tsunami hit Japan is the one that started this inner turmoil, it goes deeper than that. It is the reason why I have been hiding - it matters little, these thoughts. Nothing matters, really. I keep fighting this urge in me to become a saint, for I can honestly not be one. But I also keep fighting the urge to be a philanthropist. Two completely extreme emotions running in my mind- one pushes me to open up to people, while one shuns me into my own world. In that little world, I keep urging myself for some redemption. For some sanity. For something to hold on to. To fight and to keep fighting, to live, to focus and to be passionate. Yet, I seem to scoff at the very idea of being passionate and sane.

Letting aside my thoughts, I hope that the nation that stunned everyone to admiration with its miraculous recovery from the world war 2, will find its feet together, with the helping hands from all the people from across the globe. While the emotional trauma of loss of lives is something that has to be lived with, the economical debacle, with the support of the fellow nations should be rectified, if not contained. Ofcourse, at this point of time, more than the value for economy, it is the value of the lives of people who are injured, exposed to the radio-active rays that is of concern. The nuclear reactor blasts are a continuous threat to the people in the vicinity of impact. I don't know what can be done about that, but I am sure that the capable minds are looking into the options, while I fill myself up with the physics of nuclear reactors, which by the minute is turning out to be alarming and depressing!

My positive thoughts are with the nation…

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