I have been getting this thought that the government actually plays a way much bigger role in our life than we can ever imagine, you might think that's not true because you do what you like and you just do things that makes you, your family and your friends happy but let me explain it :-
You wake up, go to job, pay taxes etc but why because rules say so and if you ever even slightly try to break the line or step over the line they detain you, first they tell you where you went wrong then they punish you. You love someone you marry them after some year you lose the spark so you want to leave them but wait now you need the authority to get divorced (puff).
The most interesting part is knowing the authorities that makes us dance on our toes is nothing but just mere imagination of ours. ( Puff )
flame_Moral jo sabki bhlai mein ho..jo kisiko nuksaan naa phuchae agr aapki freedom ya desires kisi dusre ki freedom ko impact kr rhi hai too ofcourse it is immoral.. Aur technically if we see,our constituent assembly had therefore formulated laws regarding this..our constitution is like a holy book of this country which authorities should be considering while interpreting what is moral or immoral...
harf__@flame_ I said it is always individuality Vs communism And fyi I was talking about free will
flame_Ya i know that u are talking about free will but free will should go hand in hand keeping in mind with other's will too otherwise it will cause havoc all over the country !!
flame_And authorities are taking accurate steps in order to handle that..
harf__@flame_ You are dragging this into right or wrong Sphere whereas I just stated the fact And I respect your view regardless of your naive percepective but this is what I make up by my understanding Peace out ✌
------------------------------------------- *Chapter 6 : Not A Good Act*
Four days have passed since the first day of Julia's elementary life. It is now Friday, 22nd of June 1877; the last school day of hers by the week will end after 3 more subjects. It was lunch break, and the children were happily engrossing themselves upon the colorful display that greets them at the cafeteria.
"Yvette, where can we sit? There are manyyy tables!" Julia said. "Hmmm… I think let's sit by the edge tables! I don't like being at the middle…" Yvette replied. "Okay!"
Julia and Yvette picked a table along the walls. Then, fifteen minutes later, when they were at the middle of munching in their meals, a piece of crumpled paper was thrown exactly at Julia's meal. The sauce topping off the meal slightly splattered on her dress.
"Who threw that..?" Julia said with an asthenic manner. Yvette looked around the area where the paper came from, but nobody was really acting strange or smirking off from their deeds. "Ummm.. let's not mind that.. Shall we?" Yvette said.
Then, another few minutes later, another paper, instead folded into an airplane landed directly at the side of Yvette's head.
"A note??? Hmmm… let's read... [Hey kid! Why are you disrupting the normal systems of the boys'?? You should not feel the same privilege we have here! Get a life] signed.. no one.." *Julia whispers* "They are sooo rude!! I think we should take our leave here…" "Yeah….. let's go before they further poke us out…" . . -- Waterfall --
Days, and the last be a bewilderment Are you aware of these putrid carcasses? Are you using your head or a predicament? Privileges you ignore when time passes
If the children bleeds from their wounds It's your job to help on their utter behalf Yet, they'd seek help outside your room Unappeased, lying are economic graphs
If the wounds ever bleed like a waterfall Profusely indeed, you still don't mind 'Cause it's not your job? How to enthrall The audience while hiding inanely blind?
Do you leave the dishes stacking forever? Do you leave the carcasses there forever? Do you leave the wounds open forever? Do you leave the bodies stuck on its fetters?
And if we ever slam your table with reports Now we ascertain your insolent claims? We lie upon see-saws with no escorts We fall, and victorious are your acclaims -- . . *bags being zipped* *sigh* "Not a perfect ending for the first week..", Yvette said. "Well… we can't do anything.. Anything!! It won't and will not always be a perfect ending. Let's just let that off for now..", Julia answered. "Yeah.. You are right there. Come on. Let's head off to the bus!" Yvette said.
"Why weren't there any bus during our dismissal?", Julia wondered. "Ohh! I am not quite sure about that.. The bus would be the ones who'd usually fetch us to our homes. But the parents had to be the ones for that day.. A little strange perhaps," Yvette replied.
(Inside the faculty office)
"The reports from Julia and Yvette said that they were slightly harassed by the little kids namely: Aren, Carson, and Niell. They have thrown two different papers on the girls, and the contents were purely expressing their scorn towards them.. Should we demand a warning letter the next time they do this, or is it detention upon them?", Ms. Claudine explained to the fellow teachers.
"I am not quite sure about that.. Since they are also kids as well. But it is certain that they should lectured properly upon that matter," said Mr. Roberts answered.
"I am confident enough to say that we should let this off. This issue will not be that much of an issue if we keep on poking about that! The boys were totally doing what they wanted to do! The girls should not feel the same privileges as boys do!", Mr. Thompson replied.
"But Mr. Thompson.. Aren't we diverting our whole academy from a patriarchal system? Aren't you following upon the conclusive agreement we all had to approve, including even the head office and owners of this academy?", Ms. Claudine said with a slightly offended manner after what Mr. Thompson had to say. ... The first school week of school officially ended this Thursday afternoon. Ms. Claudine went back to her home, feeling a bit offended after what Mr. Thompson had to derogatively denounce upon a simple unisex matter; the words that've hit even her gender still resonates as hypnagogic waves inside her mind as she sleeps. Julia and Yvette have come back to their homes, sleeping for a new day again.
// Clouds do fade, just how the weather and the environment's erratic patterns behave upon. But they form back, and happiness won't always prevail for an eternity. // -------------------------------------------
The authorities are not doing their right to implement the conduct of the general! What happens if they don't act their heads upon the reports of bullying being sent to them? Are they only seeking for money?
Next chapte tomorrow! "Waterfall" is released as an individual poem.
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Oh, smile you devious angels, smile Smile like the devil never touched your sins Wash your guilt and pleasures with Your name, your brand, your kin Cross your arms and squint your eyes Look down upon your sheeps Count our hairs and sins and lies Immortalize your perfected grins Oh, bash our hearts and judge our heads We see you smartling, dear We see you so beautiful, refined and skilled Who dare amount to what you are? Not us insipid mortal things Look down on us you plastic angel fyres Go ahead, call me your many things For I am "not" afraid after all Of being hailed, crowned- a darkling