Run up till your sight.

This is my visit to Andaman and Nicobar Islands and its experience. It wasn’t as froliscsome or happening but I actually faced something which stung my psyche. I could only repent and sympathize.
Very few of us would know about the ‘Kalepani ki saza’ which is known as cellular jail in capital state, Port Blair. I had a vague idea about it as my mom told me about the same. She said “ The ones who were held guilty of treason and violation of laws were sent to Andaman and they were left there until death”. To my utter surprise what was it which made it so dreadful? What was it that made it so torturing? I said “This island is beautiful why will anyone see it as torturing?” Then she added “ The prisoners were left free and as there was only waters surrounding the Andaman & Nicobar islands no one could escape and hence no one could escape the open jail. Ironical, isn’t it?”
We then visited the Cellular Jail which is now a very important Historical Monument.
The construction of the prison started in 1896 and was completed in 1906. The original building was puce coloured brick building. The bricks used to build the building were brought from Burma. Building had seven wings, at the centre of which a tower served as the intersection and was used by guards keep watch on the inmates. The wings radiated from the tower in straight lines, much like the spokes of a bicycle wheel. A large bell was kept in the tower to raise an alarm. Each of the seven wings had three stories upon completion. There were no dormitories and a total of 693 cells. Each cell was 4.5 metres x 2.7 metres or 13.5×7.5 feet in size with a ventilator located at a height of three metres. The name, “cellular jail”, derived from the solitary cells which prevented any prisoner from communicating with any other. Also, the spokes were so designed such that the face of a cell in a spoke saw the back of cells in another spoke. This way, communication between prisoners was impossible. They were all in solitary confinement.
One of the prisoners shared his experience in which he said “They gave us clothes which hardly covered our modesty and we were told to take bath in the same clothes they provided us with which was humiliating beyond one can encompass. They give us food in oiled plates and only starch water and nothing else. They told us to extract oils in such amounts which no human can. We knew the result so we were ready to face the consequences. They us to beat us until they used to get tired.” Every prisoner there faced the same trauma and pain.
The guard there exclaimed to all of the prisoners “Do you see the walls? Do you know why they are so low? They are so because you are free to run, RUN UP TILL YOUR SIGHT & YOU’LL ONLY FIND WATER and you’ll return here.”


Beings without the most powerful weapon.

When you read the topic what automatically comes to your mind is destruction and casualties all around the world, isn’t it? But fortunately the answer is no.
Just imagine a world of humans which is not gifted with the ability to speak as when you achieve expertise in any field we misuse it.
Now as I’ve put up an assumption, I’ll use it and let you imagine that what would be the world`s history without the world’s greatest speaker, Adolph Hitler. Without the one who influenced the crowd from against to for him. Confiding in the most honest aim of Labensraum, the world saw him changing the it’s history in front of their eyes. Of what people now refer as The Holocaust.
If it was actually a world without the speaking ability it would have been a peaceful world but as the humans are referred to as social animals it will socialize and it’ll share emotions undoubtedly. Just by gestures and written manner of exchanging emotions and knowledge people will think twice as to do so making it more easy and comfortable for others to understand.
I sometimes think that what if we earn and pay in emotions? Wouldn’t it be lovely and simple? Yes, of course it’ll be but nevertheless this thought only can give us a relief which is more than enough.
What I actually wanted to convey was that think and then speak as it might create history, misery or mystery. 😀

Experience the experiences

Down the timeline when I recollect the memories of class XII it fills me with nostalgia. It gave us a spirit of going on with things even if they are challenging, it gave us the last school memories, it showed us the glimpse of the world would be id we don’t work hard and it was when I wrote the following note, when our teachers taunted with all desperation.

Experience the experiences.
When you’re repeatedly told you are worth nothing, every word hits so hard that you actually start believing it, the notion sets within the soul.
The experiences race along the length of your mind, the mind and heart starts racing to reach on a conclusion and finally it summons itself to accept. Life is full of experiences and this one of a kind. Those who undergo many are the ones who’ll have two hands full of experiences on the dooms day, grandeur will follow.
The need is to fit in, follow the life’s rhythm set for you. The more you go off beat, it’ll hit you with its beats.
Gather confidence as we are from the mud and will dissolve there. The beginning and the final destination is the same, only the path traversed is different. Wholly the choice of the traveller.
LIFE, make it worthwhile. 🙂