Ever felt insignificant in the vast, unseen, cruel, cold universe?
Ever found your steps, your daily efforts, chores, even your existence so ineffective that you desire to ceased to be?
Time and time again life reminds us of our helplessness.Every now and then it would come around and mock us saying, "Do what you can to stop me doing what i am" and all we manage is to reach out with our hands in empty air and try to somehow freeze flowing time itself, trying somehow to reverse it so that we can un-walk a tiniest step, take back a single word, prevent a wrong turn,savor a precious moment, but the effort is as fruitless as the thought itself.

A good year is past since you visited this page, and i do hope as i write that you are doing your best in your life ,however uncertain it promises to be.

Starting on a depressing note is not at all a kind method of writing but denying and choosing to remain naive to the very fact of life does not bode well either. To really see the good in life is first to believe it. To the see the importance in any work you do is first to believe in your work. However small it might seem to you, its of utmost importance that you do it because if you don't, nobody else will ( thought borrowed from a movie ). Well at least Ghadhiji said so.

Often we find ourselves facing a situation which requires a mere effort from our side and avoiding it or remaining indifferent to it usually becomes compelling. And whether you take that tiniest, insignificant step or not, might make all the difference for the rest of your life.

Avoiding an old friend or to approach him, looking away hurriedly from sunrise or closing your eyes and letting the young sun rays caress your face, stepping away from somebody crying or to wipe the tears from their eyes, skipping or to confront an injustice, pass by or to drop a coin for charity, voicing your objection to it or just choosing to live with it, saying a word more to apologize, saying thanks again, turning back to look at the beloved faces as you part from them, laughing at a "not so laughable joke", waiting five more minutes at a cafe alone, sharing the last slice of a pizza or to just simply smile at someone. We almost decide without thinking twice at such situations. These smallest decisions of your life might reflect at it forever.

As i always believe that if a flap of butterfly wing can cause a storm at the other side of world( the butterfly effect ), it can just as well, prevent it.

So as you pack for the new semester, as you await for the new batch, give it a thought more before you take split-seconds steps for yourself. You might not be after all, insignificant because you are after all, unique. :)

Not words. JUETian.

Last time I wrote here , I was counting on myself for a next article on CWG and later on Ayodhya issue too. I accept with regret ,and you know it too ,that i couldn't ,not because I didn't wanted to but only because I wasn't having a cup of mommy's coffee in my hand and all the time in the world to enjoy drinking it.

I am confessing a fact here you might not like , I don't have any good phrases or thoughts up in my mind to write in here, this time .I am just saying my heart ,another facade of Juet you might have missed to witness.

There's something I feel when I pass under the boulevard of morning trees ,under the quiet chirrup of birds , while sitting on the pavement along the broad line separating the only two phases of the life we have there . When I see the sky slowly going red with a shy smile ,like a teenager describing how beautiful the night was ,then going gray and finally defiant blue as if preparing for the strong sun which it has to stand before to save all his little loved ones living down on the ground so that they may admire the beauty of another night.

The feeling I am talking about is the only thing that made me visit this page again and , seriously if you haven't closed the tab yet, you are going to find it worth .Something that has nothing to do with being in a isolated, fenced land, middle of nowhere ,separated with nothing but dust for miles in all directions ,but metaphorically only because of the same reason.

When I know that I am so far from every thing that can make me feel materialistic , I know that this is the only place for me to be. The few seconds of eternal peace which I crave for , which I am missing sitting here with mommy's coffee in my hand are the only reason you are reading this. 'Cause reader ,believe this one ,if you haven't feel this you are missing a part of yourself which you will leave here after a couple of years and that part is going to be the only faction of you that is going to keep the 'you' alive in yourself .

Get back and find that small of you hidden somewhere amongst the desks of Lt ,the rooftops , beneath plastic tent of Prakash's , in a corner room in hostels , or in the green soccer field ,or a place anyone else haven't been yet.

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