The contra

The world runs on the concept of superiority and inferiority. Everything is based on it and believe it or not, whatever they say about how Democratic they are...it's just one big fat lie. Maybe being inferior is inevitable and irrelevant to think. Most of us even don't recognize the ways we are inferior in many things. Maybe everybody have both phases in life, but got to say that being inferior sucks. What if the superiors give a second thought about treating the inferiors and consider them as somebody who are on the process of development or at least have the sympathy on their condition that they will be inferiors forever. Attitude seeks the change. Just thinking a glorious scene of people not worrying about their positions but duties is as wonderful as it sounds. Omitting the egos and complexes are not only healthy but also a help to the society.
You may think that the reason behind this post might be my bitter experience of being an inferior. Then you rocks because it's true. I am totally tired of being 'juniored' at college. That's annoying as well as depressing, but at college things are always different and thinking about the wonderful memories it may give after wards...we can ignore it.
I just wish if we could make a difference by just acting different.

An awful memory.

How tiny are our lives...

My heart is so broken.

If you judge me because I write about kittens, then my friends I don't mind. A life is something so beautiful and precious and just because we humans think ourselves as the perfects and invincible beings,just should know that it takes less than 5 minutes to die of any kind of asphyxiation. 

So. this.  is .real .

Three days ago my aunt and Achamma(grandma) called me on phone and said, there were 3 beautiful kittens arrived at Achamma's room, they were found sleeping under the Bureau.Me and brother were so happy and too exited to see them. A white elegent mother and fully white (except grey tail), and two grey and white mixed sweet little kittens.Right at that moment we went to see them.We were overwhelmed by seeing the way those kittens were happily cuddled together.I felt like there is nothing more beautiful than this in the world, a wave of compassion hit me. Achamma said to me that having these kittens in the room makes her less lonely that all her grand children are away.It makes her heart warm seeing them and reminds her of those struggling old times when all her 6 children (my dad and aunts)were sleeping in the same bed, but in content.My brother loves kittens like anything, when i took pics of them he asked me switch of the flash and not to wake them.I put the images on my whatsapp family group. They were happy but raised many questions about the health problem it may create.But achamma just waved their questions down," whatever,I am keeping them here.". There were no more questions.

Yesterday I went to sleep over at Achamma's. I slept in her room, and adored the kittens again.My aunt had provided them warm mats and milk.I was amazed,that they were so quiet.  Today morning, I woke up and again checked on them. The little guys had slowly started to walk. We adored them and filled milk in the bowl.Then, I went to my home.

My cousin with his new born baby and  in-laws family were coming to see Achamma. At noon, again I went there to see the baby. The baby was taken to the room.All the family followed. The kittens were actively wandering in the room.All the guests were anxious about them hurting the baby and the irritation of them touching their feet while walking. Mother kitten wasn't there, my aunt collected all the kittens in a tub and took them to terrace upstairs. The wall of tub were too big for them, so that they couldn't escape. After few hours the guests were gone and I too returned to my home.

Now, half an hour ago, My aunt called me saying that all the kittens are dead.They were killed by some other bigger cat. She said she couldn't bear to watch the mother cat grieving and looking for her children.There was some horrible noise and aunt went up to check on the kittens.But she was late.

With my heart sinking, I thought about the trapped little souls struggling in the tub.

I skimmed through their images i taken on my phone and i couldn't stop the tears.

I can feel a fathomless hole in my heart.

ESCAPING FROM BOLIVER'S LABYRINTH

Dear reader,

 This one is about the ridiculously pathetic lame life of mine and how I rescued myself.

Once John Green had convinced me that to escape from the labyrinth of suffering we must forgive, but I think the only way is literally escaping or running away. Let's not indulge the labyrinth to torture us.

It's true that some choices really shatter our lives, but the amazing thing is anyone choice may reverse the whole 'black hole' effect.We get to make plenty of them. Regarding our passions, giving the right wings for our dreams is the most important choice that will matter our whole lives.

When I was a kid, I really didn't have any ambition and by 'kid' I mean until turning 15. Actually I had so many wishes like becoming a vampire (I googled 'how can I become a vampire?' several times.). Shaolin soccer wanted to catch road runner, etc. But my parents were really ambitious about me. They had dreams.They wished If I could become a doctor and all my studying streams were based on it.Meanwhile, I was doomed in fiction.I read so many wonderful books and it made my childhood remarkable.When I was in senior school and 16, I developed a dream of becoming an author.I get writing ideas when I'm travelling, eating, bathing, sitting at school,etc.I was obsessed over reading author's Wikipedia profiles.I was so interested in finding out how they became a writer.The last two years of my school life were all books and authors and good movies.I really thought it was a challenge to create intonations of emotions in a person's mind through words.I wondered how can i express a good old song, the moment after an amazing movie, the moment when we finish a book series we loved from childhood...through words.I love to try it because so many authors had done it to me.

But suddenly life was all in turning points and i was too slow to act. It costed me an awful year of suffering in someplace I didn't belong.I failed my parents and my loved folks. After a turmoil of events and lots of encouragements from my best friends like Riya,Nikitha,Sameeksha,Aamiya and lot others, I am finally choosing the path i love.I don't know if it's right or wrong, but I am surely going to love that path. I am going to do honors in English literature and Journalism after years of struggling with asphyxiating science and medical school preparations. This feels really good and interesting that I'm going to do so much in my life in the way I always dreamt.

I'd escaped from my labyrinth by just not proceeding any further in it.

Whoever is reading this, I just want to tell you that don't spoil your time doing the things you don't love or excel at. Just act fast and get the hell out of it. 
Do what you love, BELIEVE IN YOUR DREAMS AND PASSIONS.. convince your folks. 

With lots of love,

Ankitha.

Ps: I couldn't join that course. 

Lucky day

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This is why she is one of my fav authors!