A piece of me, a peaceful me

So, what new stuff am I going to be hauling that nobody else has, with respect to human struggles? Well, it's all about that one missing piece that is conveniently invisible. We all end up braving like hunters amidst dense vegetation that hardly allows a blink of clear sight.
I have so often questioned the universe besides myself about the reasons for the constant emotional pits that I keep tripping into as though it was a habit, until I just decided to stop climbing once. I simply lay there and decided to experience the dark. I seemed to choke in imaginary horror that most often wrenched my heart.
Days passed and I delighted at the fact that I survived but I wanted to feel alive. The pit was still my world. Bathing myself in hymns of divine glory, I didn't scream looking up.
A little glow worm warmly sat on my nose tip and I could see the light show casing something that appeared as an incredible craft to be witnessed soon. So it did and it wasn't a pit anymore but a wonder to look into and many wishfully wanted to glow in the glimpse. When asked about how, I simply responded with my missing piece that sculpted this and what was that anyway?
Well, you need to clearly break to know the missing piece and once you do, you will see your ' peaceful me' .

Jallikattu - the southern punch

The roars on jallikattu have silenced but the tremors are once again shaking the trust of people who held some solace that the sport would be retained and celebrated with the supreme court questioning it once again.

Why does India face such anguish every time? Is this silent strength constantly undergoing different screen tests with opportunities being created for confusion? Earlier it was about people and now it's our cattle.

Portraying the words of the great spiritual master Sadhguru, we celebrate our culture and our cows and bulls are not just agricultural support systems but a farmer's friend in the truest sense, family to make it sound more precise. No other country has shown respect and regards to the cows like India has.

Tamilnadu has been boasting of jallikattu for donkeys years and they have gone to prove the playful spirit they share with these cows that are gifts of livelyhood to them. The youth get to see their valorous side because of them. These cows help the youth retain their vitality and instill a certain strong self discipline in them.

Moreover, this sport has never spoken a history of the animals being tortured or killed and only humans have been victims of mishaps during the play. It's a sorry face for Indians to make when we say that we are the largest exporters of beef.

Why don't we turn all our attention and energies to that rather than aiming at  pinning down or rooting out an age old tradition of people that involves a lot of sentiments and the security of our cattle. We certainly need to sleep on this thought. Our traditions and culture form the raiment of our motherland and we will not let some damn unjustified statement to seize that. It is our responsibility to stand up for jallikattu because it's the question of our motherland's dignity.

Let's direct these screams of plight to the moans and groans of dying cattle at slaughter houses that we seem to be deaf to.