ITS A HUMAN SIGN

Human mind is a dangerous equipment i tell you, on one side it can create wonders, things totally unimaginable and ingenuous and on the contrary, the most meagre, petty and mineal thoughts are also the products of this splendid mechanism. well, i am not here to sermonise on how the brain works neither are you attending a 'know your anatomy' lecture, but...this is much more than that, something you experience everyday but never realize till the time something disastrous happens and shakes your world to the core and you think(still shaking though) 'dude, what just happened, time to open my eyes.' so here is what i call- its a human sign
well, this is a story, not actually a story but a situation to substantiate how this whole thing works, what the dynamics of this complicated phenomenon are, and restraining from being more verbose, ill shoot, coming straight to the point considering you and your poor nerves.
so, a guy called jason (he is a great pal of mine) gets into school and immediately is accepted strongly by all his counterparts. girls croon over him, pay extra care to win his attention and even feel jealous if he divides his focus to someone else. all in all a really popular guy with looks, brains, culture and ...most importantly something called a heart which i guess is a commodity of total envy and slowly started becoming a pebble in the eye to the prowling scavengers around him. so, this pride of hungry lions started plotting a scheme to drag the guys popularity into drabs and though they knew he was slowly gaining a pace which they would find difficult to match, their jealousy trancsended all bounds of respect which compelled them to dig holes. it started witha rumour which brewed into something so massive that it became completely impossible for jason to dodge, so he took the route of respect expecting others to realize their mistakes soon, but he never knew it wasnt so easy, things are more complicated than they seem and his analysis to derive a solution was going baseless. in the meanwhile, all his fan following got disoriented, his friends, who he realized later were all fake, distanced themselves from him, abandoning him totally, wishing strongly to break him, to take all that he had from him, his pride, his dignity, but what they never knew was that his self respect was what made him who he was, made him stand on his two feet again and which never let him shatter and he continued persevering towards his aspirations, finally turning numb at the end to his abandonment. for him, he mattered the most, his existence was pride to him, his mind was his strength and his heart was...his weakness. his feelings were pure, his emotions had transparency but thats what the world couldnt understand, they couldnt understand his genuinity or envied his individuality. in the meanwhile a slow alliance developed between him and two others who rowed in the same boat and in a split second, they became friends. now slowly he began to understand himself, his flaws, where he erred and very soon got an opportunity of a lifetime where he realized the dynamics of society, of true friendship and of preservation of individuality. he understood a very important thing in life that one who can help himself can help others and till the time you let people take your leash, youll be treated like dupes on a string. so, he finally, reconstructed his character, he had to, had to adapt to the prevailing circumstances; abandonment is not the ultimate solution. the difference is, whether you actually walk with others, or is it your shadow. the shadow concept is what people dont seem to understand, which, he employed, and, well, he started playing a game this time, called, life. he had always thought of others but no one cared, this time it was jason who had the dice and the others merely acted on his commands. now he had won, he had changed, for the better? thats a paradoxy, but what goes around surely comes around and he did the right thing. but did he become like one of those? did he compromise on his individuality, on his identity? well, thats where most people confuse modification and change. its a matter of the exterior. its like changing clothes and wearing masks, its development of a parallel identity, switching in automation when sensing negativity and becoming genuine the very next moment to a positive stimulus. he realized the significance of masks and what we call as hypocrisy and pretentions is not always for the worse, it depends on the perceptions and the organized use of the tools. now a question arises, do all rights have to turn once into wrong to make things right again? well, analytically, its very apt, its applicable and just give it a thought and youll realize that for making a positive, the positive has to cut his legs to fall on the lower level to make the lower understand theres a better world up there because the lower can never know otherwise what lies above, though every human being has that innate ambition to touch that but due to certain insecurities and constitutional deficiencies, they fail to. i wont blame them, not every body is born so strong to fight all odds and fend for themselves , it requires courage, in loads, but once you do it, trust me, the air of freedom which you breathe is elevating, is emancipating.
so what makes you an outcast? is it the society? is it the world? no! its no one but you. so the next time you find yourself deserted just keep walking and dont stop or look back and then see how the world follows you. they need a leader, so be one, break the shackles and free the mind, win the world for now...its your time.