Egocentric, am I?

Generations may pass, but the thoughts remain the same. Times may change, but the egoistic feelings remain the same. Men may grow, but the ruler always wants to be a ruler. Love may transcend boundaries, but power will not. This is called the 'Underlying egoism' in the hearts of the so-called compassionate people.
Progress to the mankind has made lives simpler and realising to this fact takes a hell lot of time for the generations that are still living in midst of orthodoxy. Human being is an embodiment of conflicting and wavering thoughts. Mind changes the focus according to the convenience of the soul by violating the promises of its ownself. Mind gives justification for this by preparing a convenient answer that would go against the conscience. But egocentric feeling dampens the conscience of thought and makes the survival of the fittest possible i.e. the ultimate acts which you would repent of after committing.
The balance of thoughts and acts strike the right chord when the balance of the heart and mind strike the right chord. It's not the mind that always rules, think from your heart and perform the acts so as not to repent of them afterwards.

A journey into the past

Life is a journey, enjoy it.
Life is a challenge, face it.

These great sayings often bring some courage in our lives, but not all that an alma-matter gives when you say that you are an alumnus of an institution that has got everything to its credit to mould you into characters that will not crumble when tested in the crucible of time.
Twenty one years have gone since the time of my birth, but 12 years, the longest part of my life, have been spent in my school which boasts of being the sole and committed teacher in my life. I happened to visit this temple after a long gap of 6 years, when I tried to recapitulate all the sweet moments that have been associated with this alma-matter. Time and tide wait for none is true when it comes to these sweet memories that are associated with your school life. I was pretty fortunate for having spent all my school life in a single school, where I developed into something that I am today. Never thought that tears would roll out of my eyes one day when I happen to visit after a long gap, but they did. Tears did roll out when I met a few teachers who still remember me attending their classes with an eager ear for knowledge. I felt like I was in a secure tall building, silhouetted against the sky, where no one could conquer. My mind was filled with this sheer longing for those old days to spruce up my life once again. Utterly bitterly miss those nanna munna days. Oh dear!!!!