What the Brain Thinks

Prescript: This is the second part in the new series. If you missed the part 1 read it here: The Huge Step It was late in the evening when Vishal and Kishore rode in the city. The street lights and all the hustle-bustle this late was new for Vishal. Back in his village the meager crowd that gathered round the market chowk in the evening would disperse with the sun. Street-lights were a novelty to him. He wondered how people could afford to waste electricity on the roads? Back home there were 2 bulbs that would light-up the 2 important rooms - the main room and the kitchen. Even then they were not reliable and had to depend on oil lamps for half the nights of a week. Hope was creeping in his heart - maybe father was right about me going to city. I can earn and then get mother and father to see the city. Someday we will have a home here.   Kishore had also been good to him. On their way to the city, they'd halted at a tea stall. Uncle Kishore had asked him if he'd lik...

It was noon, the summer sun was blazing, no soul could be seen on the dusty road except for Vishal rolling an old cycle tyre with a tattered wooden foot scale. On a normal day Vishal would be on the fields with his father but today father decided to take a day off and this had given Vishal time to practice for the upcoming tyre race. Being short and wiry in stature Vishal always ended up last or was pushed down by the other boys. His only shot at winning was to be fast and skilled with balancing the tyre and for that he needed to practice. An year ago he got to practice his skills on his way to school-and-back but one day father came in with a worried face and announced that Vishal will not go to school anymore and will help him in the fields. There was no opposing father and so his fate was sealed to the life in the fields until today. As Vishal was playing on the road in front of his shoddy house, from far came a man riding a motorbike on the same road. The bike went passed Vis...

Classes - the ultimate factor of division of the masses on this planet. Whatever continent, country or region one may reside in the idea of classes exists. You may deny it but unconsciously you are always judging a fellow human on the basis of his/her class, especially the finances. Every habitat (may/may not include the Sentinelese people) broadly classifies their citizens on the basis of finances. The governments may tell you that the classifications are meant only for managing the resources but on a individual level each one judges, including those working for the governments. Oh! Looks like I have deviated from the intent of this post. Don't worry this post is not meant to judge the people who judge others (else we would all be like dogs chasing their own tails). So the society is divided (in terms of finances) into three major classes - Upper, Middle and Lower. How do you identify which class you belong to? Well that's simple, your lifestyle, income and a quick g...