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Since childhood, my favorite action hero has been the one and only 'The Dark Knight', also known as 'Batman'. You ask me why? Back then I would have answered because he has this super cool car, bat-cave, amazing acrobatic skills and also because he is so mysterious. But now, I would answer that he is my favorite because he has these amazing principles and rules that he made for himself when he first wore his mask to avenge the cold blooded murder of his parents (let's not go into the details of that). The limit he never allowed himself to cross was that he would never kill a person, not even the murderer of his parents, even when he had the chance to do it, not even the psychopath 'Joker' who tried to blast the whole Gotham city. Instead, he left the punishment part to the law and order. My point of mentioning Batman here is that murdering or not murdering someone is something that someone does purely by choice. Some people choose to listen to their conscie...

 *This is an entry for March Blog of the Month Competition* This is a short story with a big lesson. A 14 years old child was thinking about eating a burger. He had been collecting money, coin by coin, whenever his pocket allowed him to. He counted his riches, he had forty rupees. He was delighted, thinking that finally his wish was to be fulfilled. The very next moment, he saw his mother, anxious about buying milk to make tea for the guests who had come for his sister's rishta. He gave the money to his mother. He was sad but she, obviously, needed it more. That was real bloodshed.  Bloodshed is not only in war. Bloodshed is the tears in red, shed when a girl goes out of her house to earn money because of her father's illness and does not tell him about the verbal harassment she faces while trying to run her house. The tears shed when a child asks his father to buy him a toy, but his father pacifies him by saying that the toy is out of order and he will buy him a better to...

*This is an entry for March Blog of the Month Competition* On 15/10/1956, Ether Delmar, a teacher at Vikea High School was found to be the killer of over fifty innocent citizens. Apparently, Ether had an obsession with the colour red and could not hold back his desire to colour the world with his favourite tint. His last words were recorded and assessed by psychiatrists of Huyul Research Organization. His statement was made public on 22/5/1958. Ether Delmar Age, 36 Time 8:20 PM I see my little adventures end in this horrendous cell where I see nothing but walls of grey, coated with dullness. What the world thinks of me now and years from now does not affect me. I'm simply a man with a great obsession, a man who found his muse in the form of a visual phenomenon. The colour red, I've loved it since I can remember. New shades of this specific wavelength, when they strike my eyes, I feel rejuvenated. My mother loved this colour on me too. Maybe it's a family thing. But yo...

The fact always amazes me: the Romans nailed Jesus (PBUH) to a cross, and he was literally one of the nicest men to walk the earth. I mean what were they thinking? Does it pay in the long run to kill Virtue? Of course not! And history repeats itself, that's the brilliantly idiotic thing about us. It's the infinite loop of tyranny, of senseless suppression of free will, of virtue, of kindness. Modern times: The Cross has been replaced by chemical attacks. There's a list of drugs you can use to hurt others. Sarin, soman, vesicants of various colours and so on- the list speaks eloquently of human malevolence. It depresses a person to see the chemical attacks in Syria, unceasing since 2013. Does it pay Bashar Al Assad to kill his own people especially the children of his land, the meek, the innocent? Nah! It doesn't. Its absurd in its painfulness. It's senselessness. The point I'm making is this: The suffering in our world can bow you down till nothing remai...

*This is an entry for the March Blog of the Month competition* Filled with a reality not unknown to anyone. The most beautiful patch of Asia, the Switzerland of the East and the Heaven on Earth has been turned into a virtual hell due to bloodshed by a 'self-proclaimed' "Greatest Democracy of Asia". Kashmir; where women are assaulted and children are not spared. Pellets to blind and tear-gas to choke the freedom fighters is being fired almost every day. Jails to languish and bomb shells to kill the innocent beings are available every time. Little innocent children with needles inserted into their eyes and face are seen struggling for their lives. Where people more often hear the sound of earth as the graves are covered, than melodious songs. Where relatives meet at graveyards instead of any other social occasion. People gather to attend the funerals of their loved ones on Eid than to celebrate it with them. Mourning ha...

This is an entry for March Blog of the Month Competition . Bloodshed has no religion. Terrorism has no religion. Racism has no religion. Xenophobia has no religion. These are all psychological issues created by mankind. A little boy of 5 years who loved watching aeroplanes flying in the sky, whose aim was to become a pilot in the future- one day, a bunch of planes flew over his head and bombed half of his city. Traumatized by the chaos, the boy was told to never look for aeroplanes except with terror. A mother sends his child to school praying for his safety, waiting for his return and at the end of the day receiving his dead body with a story of terrorism and brutality. A young child- watching her own family get shot down in front of her eyes. A father- helplessly watching his family being tortured and kidnapped. A family- forced to live in an incarceration camp. A young boy- getting murdered on his way home after receiving his degree. Houses getting burned, bodies getting incarcer...