"If I want it, I need it. If I need it, I have a right to it. If I have a right to it, someone owes it to me. Or else I ll sue."

_ A Times magazine journalist


I just had a nightmare.

I was walking along a narrow path which seemed to be the circumference of a circle. There were people walking with me. People of all kinds. Some tall-some dwarf, some walked fast-some just trudged along, people with colorful dresses-people with sullen faces. We all walked along the circle.

Soon we reached an intersection. Bored by walking along the same road, I turned. Some people turned with me, some continued, some took the next turn. I could see faces adding, faces subtracting.

Some time passed and there was yet another crossing. I changed the path again. Sometimes I let the crossing go and continue. Soon I realised that there were nothing but intersecting circles.

I began to wonder "Why were we all here?".
I asked the man walking besides me. And he kept mum. Then I asked the next one and then the next and the next. And they all kept mum.

I was beginning to feel tired. However now the curiosity had taken over me. I was getting more and more determined to know the answer. I kept walking till I no longer remembered how many circles I had crossed.

Then for the first time I saw an amazing thing. At the centre of what seemed to be the largest circle I saw a man standing. His face had a divine glow. And he seemed to be the one who knew everything.

I shouted across to him "Hey! Do you know why are we all here. Walking along these circles."

He smiled and sublimed into the space.

Rise. O! My Warriors.

Rise. O! Warriors.
Rise to the sun
for not he enlightens
but for his supremacy

Rise. O! Warriors
Rise to the mighty oceans
for not they give you rain
but for their power

Rise. O! Warriors
Rise to the mountains
for not they give you the rivers
but for their height

Rise. My Courageous Warriors!

Deny this lullaby you hear
for life is calling you
to hear her sing
the song of the sun, the oceans and the mountains.

Rise not for the world
But for your own soul
that begs you to break
these weak shackles of mediocrity

Rise O! My Warriors
to the sun, the oceans, the mountains.