The knowledge that I was unable to spread

I have always believed that knowledge is power. The one who possesses the most is likely to be more successful.
I have been associated with EDx.edu since  2012. I have accumulated plethora of knowledge and completed 5 courses of five diverse fields.
I think that it is laudable that they are handing over all that knowledge without any fee and I along with millions others are thankful for it.

While doing so I took personal initiative to spread it as much as possible. I told over twenty of my friends and encouraged them to be a part of it. But to my surprise not even one of them got through a single course, some only joined it just because I told them to do so. I found it peculiar that people are not even interested in improving themselves. It was really depressing watching them waste  this great opportunity. I have done my part but I can't force them to do anything that they are unwilling to do.

A piece of literature

(Few words joined together to narrate an incident , I wrote this one while I was sitting in an local library. Rather than establishing the scenario I took a different approach and started from the middle.)

Their hopes shattered as soon as they got the glimpse of him.
He was emerged from the darkness.
They were too scared to move, the blood froze into the veins, their feet felt like they are buried deep into the ground impeding any movement.

He was moving with a slow pace like he could sniff the fear in air.
Earth shattered with each falling step of his making a thud. He was sliding his long weapon along the ground, they could see the sparks emerging from the point of impact. It was a giant blade with a handle covered with shiny skin which was glowing bright in the moon light.
His appearance remained mystery to them , until he was a feet away from them.
He covered his face with a black mask making it almost impossible to discern any facial features. He was over 7 feet tall , truly gigantic with heavy muscular built up.
His body covered with some kind of strange sleeveless robe. It was covered with blood, one could see it moving, flowing within the cloth, forming different pattern. His blade came piercing the air and slayed both of them in an instance. The blood splattered all over his robe, but rather than causing stains it blended into the cloth. And the robe was once again the same as it was before. And the he decended into the darkness once again.

A flaw in human nature

I have donated 50 buks to help the students who were victim of a tragic bomb blast in Delhi.
It's strange yet laudable to look at all those helping hands coming together to help.
The people who don't even know the victims, are coming farward and donating. It appear intriguing to me, I have never actually believed that so many people can come together and do something worthy to make a change.
In my opinion the speaker who motivates others to donate by narrating the whole incident plays a vital role in it. A adroit speaker who is good with words can influence mass and have them donate a good amount of money which otherwise would have been difficult.

The strange thing about this whole incident is that all of them(the audience) blindly believed what message he(the speaker) were delivering without ever inquiring about it.

It was rather funny, anyone who have a good intellectual skills and have knowledge about a tragic incident can fool so many people and also generate a plethora of money. I guess people are hardwired to help others so when any others are endangered they come farward to help without ever doubting the scenario.

A mind needs books

"A mind needs books like a sword needs whetstone" Tyron Lannister  (Game of thrones)

Here are the few books which I have read in past few years. I not only find them highly informative but also refreshing. Through the time my motive behind reading books changed sometimes it's inspiration, sometimes it's to take a look at the vivid imagination of a fascinating author, sometimes it's due to boredom. No matter the reason I always find time to read good books. It's a habit which I will always cherish.

The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari - Robin Sharma

Guide To Greatness

Guide To Greatness 2

127 Hours

Possessed

Tha Bankster

iWoz

Clash Of The Kings

The Innocent

The Magician

Fakebook

Great Expectations

Single In The City

Sherlock Holmes

Mind Reader

Harry potter Series

The school for dangerous girls

Surprise me

The witch of Portobello 

Dead to the world

Out of the Broom closet

The power of positive thinking 

The rozabal line

How to reach from where you are to where you want to be 

The biography of Abraham Lincoln 

Why smart people can be so stupid 

Diary of a serial killer

The immoral of meluha 

The secret of nagas 

The oath of vayuputras 

Hamlet

Red dragon

Three mistakes of my life

The power of your subconscious mind 

The Steve Jobs way

Like a Virgin

Rich dad poor dad

The death that Shook me

August 2013

Those arid logs beneath his head, his deteriorating body. Eyes which shall never open again towards this drab world. Hairs wet with his own blood, the body cut down into  pieces. The ongoing cremation ceremony to which I paid no heed to. The enchanting sound of "mantras". The vision a bit blurred, eyes watered by the sight, by though of never seeing my friend again. People rendering solace to his wailing grandfather and big brother.

A sudden ignition and the body burst into flames. I was in agony, such a fine soul, a young vibrant boy and alas it had all come to this. My hands folded over my chest, thinking about all the fine memories we have shared in the past. His body is now burning vigorously, the skin started to melt off the bones. The crowd started to scuttle, the family and friends who cherished the guy were leaving the criminatory, I was the last one standing waving my friend final good bye. Strange, it seemed to me that all of those people abandoning him in his final moments. He was a brother to me I remained there saw his body turn to ashes. I think he deserved it, he deserved my support, he wanted me to be there. His soul would now receive some solace knowing that there was still one guy who stood by him in his final moments and did not abandon him like the rest.

(3 days before)

It was a usual evening i left early for the gym, taking the same path to travel. A familiar face stopped me amid, seeing an old friend. He was one of my oldest friends, we were in the same class in junior high. Memories came jostling back, we talked about future plans, i inquire about his family. It was nice, he was there with a friend to which i didn't pay much heed. After a brief talk we shook hands and i left for the gym.

Two days after the meet his grandfather came to our house, he was catatonic. When My father inquired what happen; he told that Sam(My Friend) didn't came home from past two days. He tried calling him, messaged him but no respond came. Then in the evening Sam called, he was suicidal, he talked about drowning himself to Gange. My father on hearing it, took immediate action informed police and local media. 

After a day news came that he had committed suicide by jumping infront of a train. His death came as a shock to everyone. He left a burden on my soul along with thousand unanswered questions that i ask myself everytime i think about it, the answers to which i will never find. Could i save saved him from himself? Was it really a suicide? What part does that other boy have in this wistful incident?