Decision

Here come the pros dancing with a bated breath,
Hearing the footsteps of a distant yes,
I feel their positive vibes enchanting me,
waiting for approval to hug me.

Aha! I have been bequeathed the power to decide,
Sagacity thus obtained is a welcome accomplice.
I let the conceited crown adorn me
and the moment to overwhelm me.

Saying Caution!! Pragmatism seizes serenity,
It warns: “a danger is lurking”,
Inkling of a con is disturbing,
The vicious shadow is again troubling.

In the battle of supremacy,
I let go the wisdom acquired.
Leaving pro to decide,
If con is better or should he suicide.

In the Pyrrhic victory
Has the motion died?
Would doing rather thinking be safer?
Letting history, success or failures recite

Has a coward emerged victorious?
Or the jerk prisoned?
Has a meticulous soldier triumphed?
Or the-one-who-just-does-it is ostracized

Am I wise to believe my premonition?
Or am I brave to act and face the consequential action?
Should I have patience and introspect?
Or should I believe my instincts and look in retrospect?

I think, I fail, I am dumb
I think, I succeed, I could have just done it,
I do, I fail, I could have thought over it
I do, I succeed, this is the best I can

Do I decide to take a decision, and then decide how well I decided?
Or do I take a decision, and then decide how well the decision was?

Is life worth the risk...........

This was the topic i chose for the seminar's application which i attended last week. I had loads of fun while discussing arguing varied facets of public policies in different domains with people from diverse educational backgrounds. While applying i had to write on the following topic which i am sharing with you..........

Coffee has caffeine, water has pesticides, and the road can kill you — is life worth the risk?

From womb to tomb we face innocuous situations that threaten our lives. Its really a journey backwards when we count what all is left rather what we lived for. Pleasure of life is cut down by the fear of death. What we need to see is if the “road” is worth traveling.

I being an engineering student would like to prove empirically that life is at least considered to be wonderful if not wonderful. There are 6 billion people on this earth, only 1% (it may be on the higher side) would chose to end their lives consciously. Should I ask why?? Nobody leads an easy life, there are hardships following you every moment, then why is everybody so keen to enhance their chances of living?? What is the need of Medical Science???

Darwin too pointed out that each living being struggles for existence and only the fittest survives, if life is not desirable why should there be any struggle??

Why is everybody so elated on birth of a new-born and express sorrow when one is dead??

What I would like to convey is Life indeed is beautiful. It is the fulcrum of our civilization. What disillusions us from the pleasure of life is obviousness of the fact that we are living. Coffee may have caffeine but it has a distinct taste liked by many, water may have pesticides but it is the elixir of life. I would also like to point out that life without risks is also not worth living as the essence will be lost. The “struggle” is indispensable.

Let’s look from the perspective of a lifeless object – stone. A stone would neither deny nor recognise its existence, nor would it get disturbed to be classified as a pebble or a rock, neither would it hail itself coming from grassland nor rue its lineage from deserts. Neither would it worry if it’s eroded by a river or caressed by a stream.

This “life” has everything to it minus the emotions, relations, views, attitudes, risks inconsequential of action, futile struggle. If living was so miserable why doesn’t one aspire to be a stone?

I’ll summarize by few lines:

Between us and cosmos comes a veil,

In pursuit of desires we trail and fail,

Happiness too we seek, but in vain,

Our last refuge: Life gives us all pain.

I hope one day l’ll find life’s true meaning,

I’ll know what am I aiming,

Till then, does life cease to be entertaining?

Subjugated to man’s constant complaining

I’ ll wait for the day when life -

Breaking its shambles, evolves from dungeons,

Saying yes I am livable, yes I am lovable,

Alas, that will be final of my stumbles.