My Mission of Peace

The bags were packed, modes were locked and the drudge was waiting out, we were just around to leave, I rushed to manner unlocked it, had my special case out, mean while I was in the surveillance of my crony Arjun. What is in it? he demanded. postcode as such, but a few refreshments for the journey. Boys w here ar you? it was a c completely from my mom. indeed we left after a petition for a tranquil journey. There was no room even for an apple to fall, in the New Delhi station. The Mumbai Express was cardinal five minutes onward time. We had 28, 29, 30 and 31 sleepers re treatd for us in Tatkaal Quota. I rushed to my upper smear with the refreshment box, everyplacewhelming with intensity and enthusiasm. Arjun bought some best sellers from the station. It was somewhere after the Jaipur station that I saw a force of protesting youth, that made me brood over the BIG DAY of my life, twenty sixth of October 2009.\nThe reign of phantasmal leaders had dug their root deep in the golf-club from almost a stratum ago. There were many of them, diametric for every community. Komal baba for Hindus, Molana Azad for Muslims, Hari ji for Jains . jointly I called them Baba Brigands, the devils, the demons, used to promote discrimination, disintegration, among public. Instilling poison and removing confection of relations in society. They all had the same philosophy I am the messenger of God, the consecrated saint, I am here to enlighten you, you have preoccupied your track, youre here to serve the creator. Its now or never, you need to wake up before it gets late, purify your souls, assure from rest and worship your master, my superior is lamenting at the plump out headedness of his devotees. Be grateful to him, he is the sensation made you, so it is your duty to serve him, I am a messenger, I can guide the thoroughfare but you are the one who need to follow it.\nIndia was chapped into pieces and harmony was lost in society. I studied in a Conven t schoo...