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1 million times i fell,
1 million times i will fall,
1 million attempts i will make to get back up
Like a phoenix, then i will rise and stand tall.

1 million smiles i saw till now
1 million more will befall
1 million times i will get sad
But seeing others smile i will laugh and stand tall

1 million bad deeds i have stood against
1 million more i will stall
1 million times i will fight injustice
With indignation and courage i will stand tall

1 million i have given
1 million more i will give without pall
Please let the world be a better place
That's the only 1 i will ask in return from you all

-Anonymous

FLIGHT

Who doesn’t want to be a superhero? Everyone, and I mean everyone with an above average imagination level yearn to feel the breeze flow over their face, feel the villains jaw break under their clenched fist, feel the adulation of their innumerable fans. But reality crushes this concept like any scared man does to an innocent cockroach. The cockroach doesn’t know what hit it until what hit it, hit it. Our imaginations are crushed in the same manner.

            But there are a few who are able to recover from such a hit. They realize what a boner reality is but they don’t forget their imagination. It is this that gives them power. What makes a man, a superman in the world of reality is enthusiasm, belief in self, belief that although he may never take off from the ground he can still make others do. Rise and the world will rise with you. Push and the world will help you push harder. Joke and the world will laugh for you.  Don’t just sit there and relax. GET UP and run forward. Run like you have never before, run like your life depends on it, run fast, faster than the wind and at this point you will take off. Run……..

            This is all Sanjeev had to hear. He got out of his couch, out of his house, onto the street and he bagan to run. It was midnight, not a soul in sight except for a single mad man running.  His slumbering spirit had woken up with a jerk, a jerk that shook every foundation of his existence. Fear, anger, depression, hate, envy; had all these been human would have trembled at the sight of his spirit rising like a phoenix. Sanjeev had gone through this phase countless number of times, but this was different. He could feel the thrust that his exuberance imparted. He felt light, slowly leaving the contact with the ground. All materialistic attractions faded away and felt hollow, tensions and frustrations scurried into their holes with their tails tucked between their legs. He was running towards a light growing in form and intensity. There was a thud and then an eerie screech and Sanjeev was off the ground. The truck that had hit him veered off control and came to a thundering halt, its rubber all worn out. Sanjeev was indeed flying.