Addition

H
MAN AND MATTER
Literocat swarmed the bookshelves. It had
all the ability to cling, climb,
crawl and even hide. It often tried to move
the main shelf itself from its
way. The other shelves had all the content
for a wise reading but this one
had a spy camera.  Outsiders would come to
know about all his activities.
What were they? For an observer, he was
just a vigorous reader. But he
knew what he was digging at, mines and
mines of utility notes for his
research. It was easier to reap ideas inside
books, now-a-days. The
streets outside were so busy that we always
got confused about, what next?
This was the usual life of the young bright
thinker. Now let us not take
Cat lightly, for though this was his personal
appearance, he was strong
from inside. He was a global figure. A
luminary in camouflage, yet having
gigantic role and impact in International
affairs. His present disguise
was due to the new project he was working
on. It was a long time on going
project which involved contemporary
scientists and world economic
personalities working on an atomic energy
related project.  So the Eastern
moved unfazed and his grizly hair gazed
upon Literocat has the weirdest
thoughts out of the world track. Often
people put him aside as theirs were
better spiced ones related to daily life. Cat
used to mix up a ten years
talk into one bit of conversation. Even the
sugar in the coffee disagreed
with the flavour while trying to run
parallel to his lightning movements of
brain waves. But so was Literocat and Cat
didn’t mind the talk in the
atmosphere.
THE FALLING LEAVES OF HOPE
It was no effect of the outgoing season. Yet
the trees were losing their
leaves and their colour. Each day counted
up a thousand falls never to
bring them back again.  The next season
wouldn’t and the one after that
even.  They just disappeared. Over the
roofs, over the grills and over
every trespass able obstacle. The leaves
kept going and decreasing their
reappearance. It was undoubtedly a
natural phenomena but never heard of
before.  And along with the leaves the
common man’s hope.  The birds in the
air knew what was happening, but none
knew the causes of the incidence.
The trees looked lifeless, but only the older
people knew this. For the
younger generations, everything looked
good, yet their peers knew that in
their good times the landscape had a
greener appearance. Who would bother
to listen the voice of the nature?  The ones
who did hear, didn’t have the
ability to rectify the chain of events.
Everything in the world were
taking a faster turn in every corner of
space. The racers were in, the
thinkers were helpless.  The planet just
moved on and so also the life at
Zell & Zell Avenue. There were few eyes
which observed every minute detail
that took place. There were few even who
recorded them.  Everything was
just piling up for the future to take hold of
whatever was going to happen,
to happen. Closed doors discussions had
fewer attendees as most of them
were busy with the own personal asset
managements and disbursements. Only
hope remained. Hope with the bearings of
faith and the speed of time,
moving on as the regular planetary orbits
on their routine universal
expeditions.
LEGENDARY TALES
You couldn’t do anything in your lifetime.
So they remember you a legend
who went down without praise. How many
of the men of today’s race would
ever in their life care for such tags? A few
thousands in the entire human
population. Others up there in the
highlights are mostly successful with
cheap publicity. Nowadays you can buy
traffic.  So what, you can buy them
for a good cause. Causes themselves have
lost their ways in establishing
an identity in a fast accelarated jet pack
race we all run. Causes which
should have shown results. They collect
funds for the up lieutenant of the
poor.  Yet when we see a poor young lad,
we suggest him to work. We never
care if the other one is hungry, but we
never leave a chance to shout for
the cause of animal cruelty. Why don’t we
ever ask the animals to work for
us? Sure we should show them kindness,
but not on the cost of human
sufferings. When the rich and educated lose
their common sense to support
their unfortunate fellow being, they invite
natural calamities. Nature has
eyes to see and read our plans and lusty
cravings. Whenever we are in
sorrow we want someone to stand by us,
but when the good times come we
relish it alone.  There are two stands for a
man.  Friends of bad times and
other friends to lead them in their spending
spress. It’s like the woman
and the combine. One loves me and the
other loves the world more than me.
How far do we need to pull this along.
Thoughts just get stuck up when you
are writing on such topics. You cannot be
bold now-a-days. You have no
right to speech. Is not about all the men
and women. But the bad ones out
there are more strong to push me down.
MEASURING SCALES
Draw a line and you will find it disturbed
after a while whether by hands
or by dust, the line is not going to stay
straight.  The scales of measures
are slowly vanishing over them the
horizons. You cannot call anyone
names. You cannot treat anyone like
children, even the teens are mature
enough in their _______ ways. Friendship is
one thing, enjoyment is must,
but how do you cope up with dirt in
relationships. How do you live in an
environment that you cannot trust. And
the worst is that you cannot
express your views honestly. You don’t
have a sag in all things that don’t
directly relate to you, and if you put your
things first then you are
termed as selfish. Still life has to move on.
Just imagine, how do you
fix the price to any commodity? On the
utility or on the packing? Still
the economy believes in promoting things
through faces. You cannot be
sure, who is your God.  The boss or the one
you worship. Whom do you
devote more attention?  One who can
handle you after life or the one
handles your daily affairs? Things are set
in chaos. This explains why
even the natural elements like the sun,
moon and its effects in the seasons
have deteriorated far below than we all can
perceive. We get what we
give. How can we blame situations and
circumstances when we ourselves have
the confidence shaken within us. Still we
cannot keep away. Mix up in the
race. Either you run or you will be pushed
about till you reach the
finishing line. It does not matter what the
time you take to complete the
race. In today’s world, more important is to
get success. The time does
not matter, nor does the way. It matters
only if you realize all your
efforts in one good thing, the money. The
scales of measuring have lost
their dignity for ever.