The Good, Bad and You..

Being good is good. But, being too good is very bad. Straight trees are cut first whereas the crooked ones go unnoticed. There are two kinds of people. One is straight, hard-working and unsuccessful while the other being crooked, smart-working and successful. Yeah, look back at history and you will only find crooked people at top. No honest guy can ever come to the top. If a renowned person claims to be honest, it is very simple; he is not honest enough to accept that he was dishonest. If he accepts his dishonesty to prove that he is being honest, it is back to square one that he was not honest in the first place. None can be blamed for this as this is the law of nature. Even while climbing a ladder, you stamp on the same place where you once held your hand for support. Logically, dishonesty grows with us.

All is fair in love and war. But, there are no things in the world that we do, which are not categorized in either of them. We either do for love or for war. What we fail to realize is that, we do only good or bad things. The distinction is between good and bad. If we change our perspective a bit and view as a difference between good and better, there is a paradigm shift. Decision making becomes a lot easier when it is viewed through such a lens as the sadistic decision of yours would lead to do a good thing. Everyone is unique, just like everyone else. Decisions differ, after all life is a business and we all are businessmen. Some become entrepreneurs while others work for them. Now, the decision is yours on whom you want to become - Crooked, smart-working entrepreneurs or straight, hard-working labors?

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All I could see when I opened my eyes were shaded with brown. I was sleeping and all that I knew was that I was sleeping for long. I was sleeping at the bottom-most berth of the tube which was travelling at the speed of sound as I went deaf for long. Through the windows of the tube, I could again see the brown colored mud-mountains with patches of greenery on it. Time and again the tube passed through tunnels and I was searching for the light at the end of the tunnel. Once the light came, everything was back to brown. I went to the washroom, washed my eyes and checked if I was wearing any colored lens and found that I was not. I did not know where this journey was taking, but, the fact remains that I am a fugitive on the run. I know I will be caught sooner or later, but, I prefer to happy on the run knowing the fact that sadness is all I can have when it is all over. I remembered someone saying, "A fugitive on the run enjoys every moment of his freedom, because every moment ends on a happy note".

A co-passenger in the tube asked me what am I upto? For which I had no answer. All I came to know from the conversation was that I am alive and I am in the real-time world fighting inorder to survive. Time passed by looking out of the window at the browned-greenery, the villages that sped past until it became dark. I was still in the retrospective mood thinking about what led me to break the prison, what led me to this journey and I could not reason much with the unreasonable. As my only reason was freedom. As love is the root cause of every happening in this world, it must be my love for someone or something. With no hopes in heart and unknown miles to travel, I reached a tube-well next day afternoon. It was a bigger tube-well than the ones I have been to. It welcomed me with a warm, sunny reception with guards standing all over to check the logistics movement. With terrorism all around, humans are nowadays considered in the category of goods as the intrinsic value of a human life is degrading day by day. None identified me, as this part of the world had more serious issues to deal with than snooping behind a fugitive.

Wagging my way through, I reached a defunct chariot station. All luck taking over, I boarded some chariot with a huge capacity and the co-charioteers said that this chariot takes us to a place where heaven and hell meets. Who cares I thought. I am coming from hell and anyplace would definitely be better. After a rickety ride for an hour I got down at the tall-building side of this heaven-hell. There were flyovers of the modern world; there were buildings of ancient world too. There were palaces; there were other chariots of all shapes and sizes, of all designs and comforts. This place took my breath away and suddenly I received a call from a number.

I answered with a hello and the other side was a sweet voice, "Nautilus, walk straight down the road and take the black chariot. We are waiting inside".

I was shell-shocked. Who on earth would know that I am here? And who is this "We"? Picking up my back-pack with all my courage I made my way through to the black chariot that was waiting for me. I knocked on the door and yes my co-charioteers were right. I was in heaven. Angels live in heaven. God had sent the twin angels to take care of me, to hide me from the unscrupulous world.

They said, "Oh Nautilus brother! Get in. It is getting late. Now that you are here, we all will have a nice time".

With no second thoughts I got in. Zoom it went.

After some 15 minutes, I reached a palace. They took me in and introduced me to the mother of the angels and the formalities continued. They asked me, how am I doing and how is my health? I did answer it like an 8th standard schoolboy, but, I was confused if they knew the truth. I did not know if I had to tell them or not. Then it struck me. They are the sons and daughters of God and definitely they would know about me. I was taken to the special room of the palace, where they worship him. I was overwhelmed at their gesture. Offering his room to me was like telling, "Son, I trust you, no matter how bad you are".

Three days I was with them. It was a dream. The time that we spent together; the conversations that we had; the food that we ate; the time when we roamed; the dosa that we had; everything is still fresh in my mind. When the time was over and my nomadic destination changed, I had tears in my eyes when I was travelling back in another chariot to the tube-well. The next destination is not far away, but, nothing would be as great as that, with them in it.

No matter how much ever you run, you are caught in the last.