Survivor-the fittest

It was a slow rise of dawn, the dark of night sky was fading into the gradual invasion of morning glow. Apart from the herd, she was here, in solitude bidding goodbye to the florescence of moon. Soon a shadow came over; it was huge covering the vastness of her sky.


He stood tall, a golden brown giant with fiery eyes. On the spur of the moment the world turned upside down for her. They had an eye lock, where the electromagnetic beam of his line of sight was burning her eyes in fear. The axons didn’t respond! Or better say, a brown black female impala with an average built had lost her senses when a South African lion mirrored her.


He took a silent, imposing step ahead. She went numb, frozen, cursing her existence to bear the agony of its monstrous end. Before she would step into the state of mental trauma, his ear piercing roar hit her senses as if iron was being beaten on a giant anvil.


The hit was hard. It stirred her soul to the core. The sudden impact worked as a wake up call. She was no more of a forlorn. Her eyelid raised, and the dark iris penetrated the sight of the beast of prey.
Before he could understand her fortitude, she responded. ……..
With a step to her left and he followed her to his left. The sequence continued and soon both had a 180 degree flip. And it was true in all respects. The exchange was not only in position but also that of psychic hold.
He found the instant valor of the timid creature as something hard to digest. But the mind games still were on…….

A step straight right, he aped him in wrath. Then one straight back, he again followed .now one somewhat tilted to right. He again…………….and …….”aaahhhhh”.
A sharp spine hanging from the wild bush pierced his eye membrane and his built dismantled on the ground in pain.
“Yeah” was the subconscious reaction for her! The instant plan went like clockwork for her. Without wasting a single moment she ran rock hard for her survival.
Within a few minutes, she had left the frightening beast miles back. Her stride was cheerful, and soul thanking the supreme power for all that happened. It happened for good, something that was to be written in the impalian history with the letters of gold.


She stood erect and her head bowed for the almighty” the win is of your existence, for making my morale stand high, for respecting the importance of my being in this world of yours” she thanked.
But Mother Nature has different rules………
A sudden grab form her back clutched her tight. Before she could come to a conclusion. He batted her hard with his front paws, and she hit hard on ground. A blast of sand dimmed her vision. Soon, the mist cleared. It was surely not the same giant. After all, there is no dearth of predators. The dawn was finally overtaken by the first drop of sun.

A massive, fatal dig of his claw and left her at her last gasp.
Was that survival of the fittest?...might be!
Or better say survivor is the fittest. And rest all history..
Nature has firm rules, mind rules over matter, but still matter matters the most. A good omen is not always followed by knock of good time. A moment is momentry whether a win or a loss happiness or sorrow . the continuity of time is discrete and no single fraction of second has impact or relation with other. And why not? After all, It is the uncertainty of life which makes it beautiful, and each moment precious as gold.

PS: the use of he, she and other expressions is just to make the composition humanoid

SnApShOtS!!....

Traveling back to the flashes of life!...my last day at my “alma mater” I remember. Unlike other students, that day I was the happiest person existing on this earth, not very aware of the adieu paid,….or shall I say I was not in senses….as usual…Lost in my own world. A nerd who was happy to get more time to study and focus on the big chase (you know …the big chase 2008)

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Rest I all consider, to be a history….history , not glorious or what…but a history…a history of mental ups…..and academical downs…..and downs!

Anyways…Almost a year and a half since then …..today, getting back to senses, I really miss those fights those fellows,….those chants of laughter in d terrace, the crystal eyes of mates…….each with a different plot of future!.....That routine monotonous life of past,today seems sooo divine…..so pure….n sooo free….as if spirit of a social being….unchains itself to dive…deeper into the sea of reason…

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much water has run under the bridge since then……a bridge lying still, firm, witnessing the running water, the slipping tym…..the bridge of my existence….my being… those two little feet have been grounded so deep somewhere in the roots of kumaoun…that even the most furious typhoon from the deepest of skies cant root it out!...

It drags me…..to the air of laughter…where every mind was so pure……every being was so kind…….

The world still is same, the same people, the same existence….….but somewhere we have changed….the relations …and the identities. And no surprise, new world, new plot, and a new look towards life….a changed face….a changed persona……

Wherever I go whatever I do in my life….i’ll carry shackles of my past with my identity….

Those walks to remember, that love that tender…..when teachers were more of preachers…and we….the disciples!...honestly…the tide of time swept the innocence….the innocence which simply lost in learning the norms of society….

I can now measure the pros and cons…..may be I can read the wit of people…the double meaning of their twisted talks….but lost is that fearless sight, that dived deep into eyes of people….firm, care free…..with a strong belief….”all are good as god”…….

The drift in time can change surroundings….but it surely can't change me…..i was born to set free……to live my part of social life….to share sorrows….to be a a part of laughter,to do my share of work,to shoulder my responsibilities.but not to sacrifice my existence.I don need a soulmate to solve my virtue……a soul is enough to be its mate…..for eternity!