Saturday, January 7, 2017

My Mission of Peace

The bags were packed, rooms were locked and the cab was postp sensationment out, we were just about to leave, I locoweednonball along to room unbolted it, had my special box out, fuddled while I was in the surveillance of my brother Arjun. What is in it? he demanded. Nothing as such, only a a few(prenominal) recreations for the journey. Boys where are you? it was a call from my mom. Then we unexpended later on a prayer for a peaceful journey. at that place was no room up to now for an apple to fall, in the sensitive Delhi station. The Mumbai Express was twenty atomic number 23 minutes in front time. We had 28, 29, 30 and 31 sleepers reserved for us in Tatkaal Quota. I rushed to my upper berth with the refreshment box, overwhelming with excitement and enthusiasm. Arjun bought nearly best sellers from the station. It was somewhere after the Jaipur station that I apothegm a crowd of protesting youth, that make me brood over the biggish DAY of my life, twenty ordinal of October 2009.\nThe reign of religious leading had dug their roots tardily in the society from most a year ago. there were many of them, different for each community. Komal baba for Hindus, Molana Azad for Muslims, Hari ji for Jains . Collectively I called them Baba Brigands, the devils, the demons, used to promote discrimination, disintegration, among public. instilling poison and removing sweetness of dealing in society. They all had the selfsame(prenominal) philosophy I am the messenger of God, the holy saint, I am here to educate you, you have lost your track, youre here to serve the creator. Its now or never, you contract to wake up before it gets late, purify your souls, separate from stick around and worship your master, my lord is wailing at the fat headedness of his devotees. Be grateful to him, he is the one made you, so it is your avocation to serve him, I am a messenger, I can guide the route but you are the one who deficiency to follow it.\nIndia was cracked into pieces and accordance was lost in society. I studied in a Convent schoo...

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