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The Old Bridge | |
| Essay 2 | And when Buddha smiled with me | ||
| Essay 3 | Drinking from an old man's pot | ||
| Essay 4 | GLAIDIATORE | ||
| Essay 5 | A Dream | ||
| Essay 6 |
Monsoon mayhem
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| Essay 7 |
A trip to Shangri~La
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ISFiT|2003 recollection
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| Essay 9 |
Zoram
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GLAIDIATORE Thousands of gladiators have died. The ruthless bloodthirsty Emperor is back once again. Yes, people are always sheep. It is history, and never will that change. We need a gladiator. He, too, will die, but will leave away a better Rome. Today we need one more gladiator to sow the seed of humane in each and every individual. Yes, it needs to be implanted - people are always sheep. Then there shall be no gladiator ever sought. The gladiator too had his family. Who will bring back his child and wife; they were murdered by the Emperor. He has to die, to be back with his child and wife. This is the
kind of world we want to leave for our future generations? Taliban is
the answer. No, not. Why, then
why is it that we are afraid of ourselves? Yes, because
we need to protect ourselves. And we will continue to be gladiators in one way or other. A different one, gladiators who are sworn to die for their country - the ones whom people rejoice after victory. Unless you and I realize, wake up from the long sleep in ignorance, drop the guns will bring into being a peaceful world. That would be the kind of world I would like to talk about to my daughter. |
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