Temptation: Mark Twain once said “There is a charm about
the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable”. And like my fellow beings I
too am tempted to attain the forbidden. You are never tempted to do well; at
least I have never felt so.
The desires attached to such forbiddens are so strong that
sometimes, after you have touched upon them you feel guilty. You always feel
guilty after satisfaction.
There are so many kinds of temptations which lure you away
from the so called path of righteousness, the one which you feel you must
follow, but are never successful. The strongest of them right now is to get
into the social accounts of people who were the entire world for you once, with
whom you had roamed an entire dreamland were time was an illusion (*imagine
Inception, the movie playing in the background*), but all that was lost and the
only thing that had remained constant was that naive persons social account
passwords which the other one had shared at a moment of extreme trust.
Trust: A trust so strong that it was an axiom, no
proofs required, but which was time and again proved wrong like the various
atomic theories. The trust which was breached time and again; taken advantage
upon and taken for granted. A trust which was so blind that it clouded people’s
judgement, but for how long. The eyes started to open, the clouds started to
clear, the vision got focused, and the friends might have helped a lot. With
the passage of time the trust had turned into hatred, disgust, scorn. But even with
this newfound hatred and understanding of the workings of the human nature the
person still was naive, innocent, unsophisticated, artless, ingenuous,
inexperienced, guileless, unworldly, childlike, dewy-eyed, simple, natural,
unaffected, unpretentious; gullible, credulous, easily taken in, unsuspecting,
unsuspicious, easily deceivable, dupable, immature, callow, raw, as green as
grass, ignorant. And the person never changed, like the passwords.
Trash: I have always found the most shocking of
revelations and news in the mailbox trash. Not mine, others mailboxes, the
access to which had been given to me when the grass was green, but which
remained with me even after the red rose had turned white. People always forgot
that the deleted mails and chat histories went to trash for a few days, many
never knew the existence of the same till being questioned about it.
The trash had a very high
shock value, it created supernovae shock waves which travelled through the
interstellar space between the two of us and was deeply felt on both the sides. It has highly destructive powers similar to
those generated by the Earth’s Magnetic field colliding with the Solar wind or
shock waves caused by galaxies colliding with each other.
I am not saying that I am the Earth but she
sure was the Sun right now glaring in full glory, and her entire solar energy
concentrated at one point. But rather than destruction the Earth was basking in
the sunlight which felt sweet after the cold stares, and the well deserved
period of silence. The sun it seemed was not capable of destruction.
The galaxies were light
years apart from each other but the faint recollection of the once strong
gravitational pull was still lingering in some deep crevasse of the mind. On one such faint recollecting moment, a
thought occurred, which suggested the use of the once shared passwords to trace
the movement of a very bright galaxy; once very close, but now lost into the
deep space.
The thought gave rise to
desires and temptations, which were acted upon and once again trusts were
breached inboxes accessed, and trash was read. As expected shock waves were
generated, the earth was on its way to destruction and the sun was shining
brightly.
This time acting upon the
temptations did not result into satisfaction, but it felt guilty enough. The
Sun naive enough continued to shine from a distance, its trust broken, heart
mangled beyond repair but still dewy eyed, moonstruck and innocent.
Trust, temptation and
trash had again created a mess of the universe
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