Somali's Omnibus

  I kept walking up and down, up and down, while pondering on what to write about. I had in my mind a turbulence going on. This was so because I, at the back of my mind, was wondering about a topic on which I could write. It was painful from the inside while perplexing from the outside. I need to write something well so that I can publish it in the blog. However, thanks entirely to the Omnipotent, Omnipresent and Omniscient, right now I am seated in front of my computer, and, what is more, this is being written all on a sudden and extemporaneously. Broadly speaking, it is never a matter of pride and boast; it is rather a matter of astonishment and motivation. Well, I thank, praise and glorify solely my God for all of these and for everything. Yes, nothing is impossible. It is up to us what we are going to think about, how we are going to feel it, and whether we are going to execute our divinity. Well, we all have some superpower within each of us. All we have to do is to dig that

  Human life is full of neither joy nor sorrow altogether. It is neither black nor white. Well, it is rather grey in hue. Life gives us tests after tests for the sake of seasoning us. Now, the question is: “How do we take them?” It is surely up to us whether we will take the tests as a challenge to fight back or as a source of negative thoughts to break down. Well, is there anybody whose life is full of weal through and through? Again, is there anybody whose life is woeful completely? We all are aware of the answer to the above-mentioned  questions, aren’t we? There will be sun; there will be rain. There will be light; there will be darkness. There will be ups; there will be downs. There will be victory; there will be defeat. However, irrespective of anything, life goes on. In this regard, it must be noted that even though there is appreciation, there is no assurance that there will be no criticism. Well, why don’t we think that a rainbow steals our heart after the heavy rain? Th

  Mothers’ love is the most powerful love in the universe. In spite of knowing the fact, many of us, including me, don’t remember this in the real life most of the time. We can find our best friend in her; we can find our first teacher in her; we can find our greatest comforter in her; yet, we give a vent to our fret and pain by blaming her sometimes, or should we say, most of the time. The very fact is that we are sure that we will always be comforted with her loving touch, with her magic of affection. Still, we misbehave; still, we hurt her from time to time. Yes, we say ‘sorry’ to her again and again. Then, don’t we say so from our very within? We repeat the act; we disobey her; we, at times, try to justify our misdeeds. Moreover, it is not the end. It goes on and on day after day. Then, one day, we suddenly realise our mistakes, but it is too late then. Let us all love one another from the core of our hearts as long as we are here. Come, let us all act in a positive way so that w

  Whenever somebody asks me, “How’s life?”, I immediately put my fake facade  on to say, “O, more than perfect! Thank you.” We desecrate our honest selves in the course of lying, in the course of being “smart”, in the course of trying to stay “up-to-date” and “modern”, and in the course of our ceaseless deception. Who doesn’t know that we all are paid back in the same coin? Well, none of us care, do we? It is a disgrace in the name of “humanity” that we nurture a beast lurking from our within. Well, in such a way, we keep nourishing the beast inside us with such love and care that, pretty often, we hardly find a moment to foster our humanity with actual love and affection, and with proper care and tenderness. But who cares for that? We keep pretending every now and then as if we are bereft of even the tiniest morsel of ill attitude. We showcase our happy being, in spite of knowing that none of us are so at all. The more the days fly away, the more the darkness of artificiality co

Time goes by; it flies away, so fast, faster than anything. We grow old day by day. But the question is – "Do we grow up? Or do we grow old only?" Sometimes, I wonder, "Time has changed; people have changed as well; what never has changed is the facade of human nature." How queer it is that we get changed day by day! Well, our masks are still the same. How pathetic! Isn't it? And it adds insult to the injury in the name of humanity. Why then do we feel morose? Why do we feel cheated? The answer is very simple. We could not, better to say, we did not recognise the inner selves of those people. Broadly speaking, even though we get to know the answer by any means, we all go in vain to accept the bitter truth. Well, we clamour for peace, we clamour for justice, we clamour for honesty, we clamour for truthfulness and so on and so forth. It is evident that we all are none other than a hypocrite, each one of us. Now, if we go back to the question asked previously, we c

Yes, it’s winter now. The entire town has put on a white robe. People are here, people are there to enjoy fire camps. Indeed, Nature seems so harsh and cold. Still, her white robe of purity can never be denied. Well, how can, then, it be acceptable that the purity of Nature feels so cold, feels so harsh? Doesn’t it sound a bit perplexing? A piece of completely pure gold, for sure, cannot be turned into an ornament, without the addition of some adulteration. Thus, it is a fact, be it acceptable or not, that purely unadulterated substances do not usually seem that much attractive. We utter, every now and then, “All that glitters is not gold.” Things with glow are often bitter indeed. So is our life. The more we grow up, the more the chances of adulteration develop to turn us impure. We must have noticed in our lives and in our societies that purity is not rewarded usually. Yes, it is true as well that our virtues become triumphant in the long run. It is nothing other than our att

Shakespeare's 'Macbeth' Act 1, Scene 1 In the opening scene (Act 1, Scene 1) of William Shakespeare's five-act tragedy, Macbeth , we come across the three weird sisters or the three witches in a desert place. It was a heath. When they met one another, it was thundering and lightning. They decided to meet again in the same weather: "In thunder, lightning, or in rain". After the completion of the First Witch's dialogue, the Second Witch suggested that they should meet after the 'hurlyburly'. She also equivocated that they would meet when "the battle's lost and won". Then the Third Weird Sister expressed her view that they would meet one another before sunset. They finally resolved that they would meet one another on "the heath". They decided to meet Macbeth as well. Thereafter, after hearing their pets' cries, they were about to depart. Right then, they uttered the topsy turvy song: " Fair is foul, and foul is fair: H