Bismay Mohanty

I am an atheist. I don't believe in God. I have never seen him, just his statues everywhere. Yes i bow my head before his idol, i don't know why. Perhaps it has become a conditioned reflex. People always had been up to making me a 'good boy'; maybe that means someone who is a strict devotee! From the very beginning, like all children are made to do in schools and at homes, I too was taught the prayers. When i asked mom what do prayers mean, she said it is a process of thankin g the creator for everything we have got; for giving us a day's chance. I seriously couldn't understand why are we asking thanks to this unknown person. Teachers said...God is the man who will give all you want. I asked for a computer! I didn't get one till a decade! Then i thought why does the man, God, make some people different? All my life, i had been wondering listening to people that the differently able are the one who CAN'T! But i had the greatest misconcep

Thy essence of the rain Thou took to me heaven Calm, cool and aromatic Breeze you have given. An angry mind is hungry; Starves for the food of peace. Dear rain, what magic you create? Providing the mind instant bliss. The age which invites dullness; Achieving youthful joy Also finds immense pleasure Disregarding the usual coy. A child unaware of the consequences Of playing in the rain Shows resentment for being forbidden But how can the beloved refrain? Dear rain, thou take the lovers To the land of Elysium Thou act as a fuel to every heart Keep the memories in mind’s museum.

Many times my eyes attract The sight of a tree on a distant hill. My visualization makes me haunted By a silence and a thundering feel. There it stands a little below the peak Leafless and lifeless it stands upright. Surrounded by tiny dried bushes it depicts Massiveness alone does not give delight. A ghost of loneliness surrounds As an eyes among the blinds. What gusto lies in grandeur? If satisfaction is what self deprives. Having observed the tree much My mind explodes contemplating What if I live such a life where Hardwork without interest goes failing. I have ever thought it wise To opt for the road not taken. Now that it’s time to return to the junction May future whiten the days gone blacken.

The notoriety of some Has changed the perception of people That “children are image of God” For those ‘some’ the majority suffer.  The lamb of childhood faces cripple. Why won’t such filth arise in young minds? The world we live is full of heinous crimes. Where lies no varsity in style and seduction Where science is made to dominate conscience. And misuse of technology that empowered over times. The country saw a black December once. Where the mayhem involved a juvenile The nation fumed, demanded death And amend according to the legality of issue. The last insisted more than a year’s time. A child shook a country Brought it to demise and debates. Some said to leave him, he is just a kid Others vowed to hang him and prevent The issue that oblivion of time begets. Ah! What to say more? The labour in these early years An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth According to the karma, the soul endears. Don’t be a juvenile          

Hello everyone! The parents and the children are never in a mood to understand the views of the other. This has perhaps become the biggest controversial thing of the century (I have no idea of the time before this!) I am not being malicious to the elder generation but indefinite goals of the parents often lands the child to hurdles. It’s simply just like the potter is responsible for giving shape to the clay. Hands up! If you are a kid (even if you are not a kid) and you believe that the world has expanded with various scopes and infinite careers and your traditional parents exaggerate filmy lines like:            “Mera beta engineer banega”           “Jo mujhse nahi ho saka isse karwa ke rahunga”, etc., etc.,     then it’s known what you would be going through…. I need not elaborate. More than filmy lines, I would call these beliefs. And the road is smooth and slanting downwards still you stick to your parents’ beliefs and the road turns into a mountain when yo