A Kamikaze's Diary!

I was once a piece of mahogany wood lying in a furniture shop. The carpenter had been relieved of his daily grind earlier that day and was retiring when I caught his attention. I was idling behind the door, hoping to be left alone but his keen eyes wore a fixed gaze as one may in a moment of divine revelation. In a flash he tossed me to the dissection table and a chunk of my belly was chopped off. Then I was carved into a hollow cylindrical frame with a stand and base. Next he used the splinters on my exterior and drilled a painful hole in my base. After rummaging about in his old cabinet he came up with a dusty old package of a wiring unit which was connected to the hollow interior through the hole. The final architecture pleased him and I (now a lamp) was polished and placed on the upper shelf. The next week I was joined by many brothers and sisters bearing the same scars, but contrary to my dull demeanour they were pretty upbeat about it. We were sent away in groups to the big mark

. . . . . . . And in this colourful world he was colourblind His thoughts signified by unnoticed things  Through pain and suffering love was found  In love was lost, his reasoning self  To sunrise and sunset, mountains and streams A longing that made him wander the wild ~ onion

I am a sheet of paper White  blackened by words  Phrases smeared across Idiosyncratically irregular  _ I am a predator Preying my hunt, grazing,  Edging nearer  I hear a gunshot  And darkness _ I am a sailor in a ship  Fearing high tides  Lighting, darkness and water  A calm ocean  My wet dream  _ I am everything  around me. Lost, I find myself  In words

our campsite short of Ratti Gali lake Existence  To be or not to be, they say ... ~ Choice Do we get one, they say... ~ Freedom Is it really free, they say... ~ Happiness  But it’s an endless journey, they say... ~ Wisdom Can it be taught, they say... ~ Life A test for immortal glory, they say... ~ Hope A prayer for knighthood in the evergreen, they say.

Assalam u Alaikum, I have been off the typing board for a while now, coming home and turning back to my mini library I  picked up a random cover ' think and grow rich ' by Napoleon Hill and reading the first ten pages stirred in me a desire to write something. These ideas have been nudging me for a while now and in order to streamline them I had to write it all down. So, here goes. Have you ever wondered why learning is so easy when we are kids? e.g if someone asks you to learn Chinese at the age of 24 or to learn to swim or skate, it will be pretty hard. But if you teach a kid of say 2-3 years old, any language of the world or any skill whatsoever he/she will master it in a given time. Why is it so? The capability of an average human mind and body increases till the age of 32-33 so we can rule that out. If one says its because the mind is blank and accepts everything easily so it have been proved by scientists otherwise as well. Marathon and cross country athletes do not r