It was April, I started exploring things. I traveled to a hell lot of places and lived upon the benevolence of others.
I realized one thing a lot of people care about me and I could relentlessly sit on my sofa 24*7 wasting time on Instagram and Twitter without requiring the need to care much about personal development.
At this point of my life, many people will yell and say you got nothing to worry about. You are free.
These moments compels me to think. Am I free? I look back at my past and realize I haven’t done or achieved anything substantial. I am not productive. To most people attaining nirvana is being productive, which clearly I wasn’t.
I do think its useless to write this, perfect waste of time. Then why am I? It’s immensely disheartening to see how people are springing up intolerance. Its sad to see, people’s reaction towards other arena of community.It saddens me that people should even need to post about pledging support for a religion. I think it does feed oxygen to intolerant people.
Well, that’s a highly controversial topic I now. For background information let me tell you that I belong to a Hindu family and the family has been a sort of a part of pure-hindu(or the way they call it, having modified it).I naturally when was a kid used to hate all muslims ( My apologies to all my friends, it wasnt my fault). There were atrocities in name of Islam(terrorism mainly).