At first we live, then we co-exist and in the end we are just alive...

On September 11, 2001, I was having lunch when my dad called up and asked me to turn on the television to see the WTC go down. It was then when i saw the word 'terrorism' being defined and portrayed visually. As i kept growing up, i was exposed to international terrorism activities with political motives, accompanied ofcourse, by horrendous killings. But it wasnt until a few months ago, i realised how immature i was being by not acknowledging the same at all levels.

I wonder how scary it would be if we realise from within, how capable we are of perpetuating fear, and how mere vindictiveness can get you on the path of terrorism. My note, does not deal with any sort of international horrendous activites, but those that we come across while we walk out of our doorsteps.

Fight against terror, shall we? Then should you go help your neighbour, who raises up his kids in so much fear, they arent able to face the world? Should you go help that woman, who has been exposed to so much domestic violence and lies on her death bed? Or should you go help that man, whose sons have resorted to unethical means of existence, or go help that mother, whose daughter isnt getting married because she comes from a lower caste? Should you Go help that father, whose hands cut off in a factory incident?

Your mind is a dangerous weapon. The kids raised up in fear MAY face the world if they are determined. That woman COULD have gotten up and fought, if she knew she could do it. That man COULD have done without his sons, if he knew he didnt have to suffer for them. That mother WOULD have got her daughter married off, if she didnt consider herself to be from a lower caste. That father COULD look beyond his loss and live.

Easy said? Yes, easier said it is, because each one of them has been subjected to a form of terror. I cite examples. that were primarily communicated to me. There may be millions more to be cited. In every home of the less fortunate, is a weeping heart, crying for a saviour or a heart of stone, expecting nothing but the worse.

There are phases in life, good ones, bad ones, worse ones, best ones. All of them come in a cycle. For some this cycle stops at a point and refuses to rotate further, until, the word destiny decides to oil the rusted spindle.

Expectations are an indirect means to mockery, a weak heart in this world is subjected to criticism, an asking hand is looked down at, lest we realise the terror within them. Yes, evolution says survival of the fittest, but hey, these people are here. Dont let evolution take care of them.

Whose fault is it anyway? circumstance, people, time? What is to blame. We may verily walk past the victims, slipping in a line 'Thats what destiny had in for you, thats what is life'

If it is true, i would say my title has done justice. When man came to earth, he was alive...he learnt to co-exist and then lived, and now as the process reverts...every human being in the end may just end up being 'alive'.

Some people have an option, some may have to choose. But in the end,we should acknowledge terror, before we are forced to.

Your words can do wonders in people's lives- Inject postivity, Convince prosperity, create hope for peace. Also, Listen to opinions, it may save lives.

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While you walk ahead....look what you left behind.

A normal day in India usually starts with noisy train platforms ,jammed roads and over filled buses coupled with an annoying background music of eerie sounds, as everyone struggles to reach work on time. The kind of picture we see as we move out of our homes depicts everyone's urge to make it to their future. However, a few days ago, whilst India was busy planning its future, a one and a half year old baby girl was being raped by a heartless, pleasure seeking individual, aware that everyone is too busy pushing each other around and trying their best to step ahead of every one who comes in their way!

A ruthless individual, yesterday, got the courage to take a child and fool around with her and the child, just an 18 month old baby, went through the most monsterous activity ANY one could ever face. I understand, how a lot of other things happen in this world that could be termed 'horrendous'.What i dont understand is why, knowing that a horrendous event took place in our vicinity, there wasnt a pause.

Why didnt the noisy train platforms go silent, why didnt the cars on the jammed roads drive themselves behind the rapist, why werent the over filled buses en route to justice. WE, yes me and you, have created a very sad world. I wont even go into the much serious issues that have successfully been able to create unbearable misery.

But i wonder, am i just supposed to hear about this and feel sorry..I heard this for a reason.

An individual can make a difference but the rate at which the evil in human mind plots and plays is much much higher than the exisitng 'difference creating' momentum.

I am not sure how i would describe myself to stand against it. But i believe, there must have been some way in which that innocence in the baby girl could have been preserved. There must be a limit to all evil.

While you sit with all the gadgets and branded clothes around you, a moment of thought on social issues exisiting around us, would be the first drop in the ocean of a difference, YOU could make.

This incident is so overwhelming, i am really not able to express what i feel in words..However, It did make me pause, it truly did.

The root lies in strengthening every existing system. I am going to play my role, i want you to play yours. There are ways- Lets figure them out.

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