The Perceptionist.....

It is another fine evening of a bright Sunday. As the wind blows with full gusto, the young boys and girls can be seen playing on the footpaths and streets that line the heart of the neighborhood. With loud voices heard from distances apart, it throws light on the days as a young boy, living in the confines of a vast and expansive neighborhood. As the boy raises his bat to hit his target, a loud stream of voices can be heard from far-off, driving eagerness and enthusiasm in the much-loved sport amongst the Indian populace- cricket! With a blissful passion filling the hearts of the young people in this age and time, a trove full of countless memories reinvigorates itself as I lay there spellbound. A reminder of the good old summer holidays playing with a few friends as the schools would close for that time of the year. As I would lay outside, waiting for one of my good old schoolmates to come join us for the game, a loud sound of the TV could be heard. The television set would be tuned ...

It is yet another evening of a great Friday. The boys not far off from the streets can be seen playing cricket as they end another great winter holiday set forth in high spirits. As we draw close to another year, not very far off sight, there is a lot hope, a lot of dreams, a lot of aspirations for a better world, a better future and indeed a better reality. For some of us who have graduated from university, we are filled with hopes for better opportunities that may come pass our way, for some it is to finally finish off with university, while for yet another dime of the crowd, it is to discover what we truly like or are interested in, as we have just immersed our feet into the corporate world. Underlying all these situations and circumstances, is the constant and relentless struggle as we make haste with the reality that we have unhesitatingly come to subscribe to. The outbreak, in it's 3rd phase has made yet another comeback, laws and restrictions have unwittingly been reimposed ...