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Certainty is variable in nature.

What is the real motive behind life?
To live it all?
To see and experience all?
It may vary for everyone. For me I believe, and most of y'all will agree, life is most certainly not a race.

I took a trip to the North- East of India. I saw life in this trip. I saw it all, the suffering, survival, anger, desperation, and the most noticed thing I saw was people's occupations.

On our first day we (my driver and I) drove Guwahati to Kaziranga. We made a pit stop to gather snacks. It was a small complex with a sweet shop in the front. There I saw two little cute puppies, not domestic, walking with their parents. The parents were standing and searching for food in a bin, whereas the two kids climbed the stairs, stumbling quite often, yet reached successfully at the top of two steps! They stood in front of a fridge where bottles of milk were kept.
They looked up as high as their button eyes could see. I was standing in front of them, noticing what their hardship looked like.
And then suddenly out of nowhere, one of the the waiters came rushing towards them and kicked both of them so hard that even the waiter's teeth showed. The two puppies were kicked by a size eleven flipflop. They were literally kicked to the dust, the bottom of the stairs. That most certainly did  leave me speechless. Well that was a first in my life. I realised that it really is a cruel world.
We always listen to stories, read online, that the outside world is cruel. We dont realise it. It is heartbreaking. Just as I've said before, the quotes and stuff dont do us any good in the long run, it is only the experience which can affect you. 
Now you might think, why read my blog then, why not just realise by experiences. It is because I really wanna be the narrator who adds the twist in every cliche.
Then came Kaziranga. A word heritage sight. To be honest, a hyped up place. Everyone was glad to enjoy the safari on elephant, spotting rhinos. But I, spotted something else.
A thing closer than rhinos.
Our own elephant. Well people say it is the best thing, the elephant safari, but they never observe how the elephant is treated. Well I won't say much. See for yourself.

See that metal hook? Our elephant was stabbed thrice. As bad you can feel about it, people were happy instead, to spot the rhinos. How not to encourage the these? People need to change their perspective for God's sake! For spotting one animal they're risking another animal. 

Well enough of the sad stories? People really need to care about certainties in life. 
One thing that encouraged my in my trip was the different types of occupations people have.
I felt happy to see that there was no poverty in places like Shillong, and Meghalaya. Everyone was engaged in something or the other.
I will show you some of the photos I clicked.


All ages. Those two little kids were packing pineapples in small packets and selling them. I mean certainly a knife is a toy for them rather than a tool of work. Thats how young and hardworking those kids are. They are forced by their situations to work. In cities where sharp objects are to be kept away from toddlers are completely contrary to this photo. It becomes certain, that they are tend to work.
We should be like a glass. When a glass shatters, no worldly entity can control how it cracks. They are unexpected. Your life should be unexpected at every turn. Just how a glass cracks. 
I dont literally mean, "be a crack". But you must get it.
What I really convey this time is even if certainty is variable in nature, your life should be too. Dont stay on the same boring lane. Be creative, but most of all be variable in nature. Cuz at the end of the day, it is only the variables that find their own values! Am I right? The constants remain constant. Be variable in nature.
By    : Shaon Bandopadhyay
a.k.a : Snoop
 





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