The Accidental Dentist

:  The ancestors of future  :   Why is there so much resentment in our elders when it comes to accepting that they are wrong ?  I have spent a great deal of my life blaming society for being rigid, it’s unsaid rules that can’t be broken, the hidden lines that can’t be crossed, the devil behind the dark desk with whom you just can’t bargain. I have condemn the century old customs that should be followed religiously, without raising a question, blindly opting for it. I have critics the culture for being so obsolete, resisting the change, lacking flexibility. I have been so wrong. We make the rules, we set the boundaries, we write the hidden document of limitations, we suffocate ourselves with our resilience towards change. Those before us were handed over a a set of principles, that might have worked at that time, but with decades between past and future, we still try to achieve the conclusion from an old manuscript no longer applicable.  Times have changed, but sadly we refuse to evolve

 :  An archived manifesto  : Year have passed, still somewhere in that dusted corner a hope is daring to gain strength. A desire is provoking all the laws restricting it. A dream is getting back. A thought is in-surging against the logic. The reality that restricts its genesis.  I’ll send her to study. I won’t seal her faith like mine was. She’ll get out, she won’t sink in these fatal customs. Her future will be my revenge on past. Her success will be a slap on the suppression’s face, my ultimate answer to subjugation. She’ll carry the firmness of her ancestors as a weapon against this world’s doubts. She’ll be mighty like her foremothers, who have bear the weight of fear.  I’ll make her more a woman than I ever was. The dread of extinction won’t be passed down to her, no questions will be raised on her domesticity. She won’t be handed over to end quarrels, or to settle scores. The ghosts of all those who were burned in the name of a tyrannical custom, will watch over her. She won’t le

 :  The aftermaths  : When a culture is saturated with war, how do you bone dry it? After decades of being in a constant state of turmoil, if you instantly take it away, how will people react ? That normal of theirs, with days and nights getting reduced to violence, bombarded with cruelty, the barbaric way of life, their sense of security being the rumbling of ground and shattering of windows. If you take it away with a snap of fingers, and leave them naked with a new peace they aren’t used to, how will they react ?  The price of conflict is, it becomes the normal for so many . The habitual acts of extremism becoming customary. When a child is brought into a world of chaos, they grow up without sense of stability. They look at calm with widened eyes and silence with horrible realization. In a world turned up side down with its greed for power and it’s incomprehensible war, a life without loss scares them.  I remember our cities burning and people dying for crimes never listed. I rememb