I have wondered a lotat the creations of Mahadevi Verma ( a hindi poet) and other serious authors of yesterdays.
till i came across the crashing realities as tendered by ultra modern sciences.
but my heart has not learned to negotiate the ground realities. it remains aloft whenever there is a small scope for the slightest flight.
it's thrown off the luxurious first class as happened with Mahatama
Gandhi in South Africa.
it retorts and fumes
but probably it's die hard spirit is too advanced to accept the forlorn.
when i read Munshi Prem Chand's creations: i was a little jolted as the same scenario is depicted in many english stalwarts.
again i went back to my books of psychology as helped by my defence learned people.
what i found: probably shocked me to the last:
psychiatry friends were not that pensive in their approach but at the end of whole array of knowledge: A very senior and super specialist ultra modern psychiatrist remarked: look my friend: "you have to pull on" : and that statement was equated to the well known phrase of
Darwin " THE SURVIVAL OF FITTEST" so intermittently by my stupid brain and the sciences together: that i got fed up with the system of the surroundings itself.
i recalled again Mahadevi Verma.
and i found
regret feeling ran the roost of my little conscience

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