Unfazed Raptures of a Candescent Adolescence

Ever since I've known this world (loka gyanam), had come across a lot people, people of all sorts, shapes, sizes, volumes, psychologies, anamolies, mindsets, etc. People play a lot of games with nature - like swearing, abusing, praying, criticising, praising and also take them up so seriously that they never even think for a minute; what kind of an effect that action of theirs is going to produce in others hearts. Well we're talking about people and their reputations (for the late comers), and how well they dodge to keep it high and rising all the time.

This is one such case of the mistaken identity where the regular teenager who has lot of passion in whatever he does and says, does not care to what he carries forward into the future. This itself is a testimony to the many kinds of thought processes available in the open market called "The World". This is not about a sad story, not about forgotten friends, definitely not about the childhood fantasies, not even about the teenage brawls which one has so frequently, not about any of these, in fact it is about good friendships, matured relationships, folks who drift away early in their lives and get back to one and other in the later part of life leaving a deep sense of wantedness, the "i missed u a lot - can we sit on those li'l things we've missed out in telling to each other" kind of action frames. This takes half of anyone's life, 23 years is definitely a good part of life, especially when it is in the early stage, from the late teens to the early 40s.

Imagine what happened to Nelson Mandela, who was in prison from his 33 years of age to his 60. Is there anything left for him to do when he had lost all those bright summers behind those uncountable afternoons during which time he must've thought why he was there, and what is he doing behind those high & impregnable walls, which definitely are not his home. Home was where Winnie Mandela used to wait for all those 27 winters struggling to keep up the cold (not due to the temperatures, but due to loneliness caused by some unknown factor called "APARTHEID", which raged the South African continent for more than 4 decades and is still a cureless epidemic in that part of the world.

Never before anything of this kind took over the world so badly. Imagine what could happen to a boy of 14 years who loses his everything at that tender age, who will look up to his friends for support and love of strength. This strength is one of the strongest feelings which exist in today's society, a society which does not care for anybody, young or old. Now, when all or atleast a few of those friends shun you in public and make a mockery of your existence - how does one feel? Feelings get hurt, feelings which are so soft like the tender autumn leaves, soft like the feathers of a bird, soft like the skin of a child, soft like the heart of a baby, soft like the surface of the water - feelings all the way, get disturbed and run into troubled waters. When everyone closes their doors on this young boy's face - how does he feel, what goes on in his mind, how does he react to that situation, would he feel embarrassed or simply cry in a li'l corner of his room? What happens is so tough to even imagine as the age of 14 - 18 is a very tender age, age full of reality, age full of truth, age full of energy, age full of honesty, age full of sombreness, age where everything sounds and looks so interesting, now that is the kind of age we are talking about. Now, intention is a very difficult word to express and impress upon anyone but having said that, it can be handled from a different altitude altogether -so, quite difficult to say whether that action was intentional or unintentional but what happened after that cannot hold anybody responsible. Nobody, and talking about a family's reputation on which an entire generation feeds itself, this is the beginning of a dark era........to be continued