The title talks about pages 3 to 1 bt it is more than that...its like a chapter in my life...I saw the movie Page 3 which i wanted to watch since long time though...it is one of the most beautiful movie i have ever seen...in love,sex,sarcasm...in hatred,vengeance,rivalry...in personal and political life...i got a picture of the real world...the real me who flows in the river of life.
When i see these things what i feel is there is nothing to regret...i was regretting till now though...i am what it is the real, sans bound...the selfish political person...but one single change...i stopped thinking. I see what i am and what the world i perceive...SORRY...what it is...the reality... i have no regrets, im not restless...i embrace these pages of my life which the world eggoned me over years to adapt to with full heart...because every time i realise i am what i see around...it makes me feel yes...my humanity lies in a dying state.Question 1.Should i avoid that realisation or work on it? I got one answer from that dying humanity of mine what next...sitting in the ivory towers and saying i lost humanity, people should do sth, hold accountable somebody, be responsible, should fight...how? Only by discussion or sth more...I felt that is what at least all do. What next? Something concrete has to be done not to save my humanity bt just that i dont want to feel shit at the end of my life...when i lie in between those wooden sticks/coffin/electric hut...or whatsoever to feel I did everything for myself.My career,my ambition,my joys...no...im not against it...im greedy like any human...job,love,joys all...but how long...Next 6 months is a crucial time...its not about academics...my intuition says so...Im figuring out how? I saw a guy in my university fell from bike fully injured they asked a guy coming on another bike for help...he said he doesnt have time. It is expected what i did. I dont blame the guy for not doing that bt i felt the graph of humanity is upside down. A dog which made my hostel its home was beaten up until it bled to near death...I guess the life graph of that dog was strong so it lived and recovered...bt what is so bad in it...Girls who never liked these dogs who spoil the hostel by spilling garbage (even i was pissed up with them for doing that)...were just standing and clapping and laughing while the dog was harshly treated...If dog had a vocal cord so strong like us it would have said...U people who laugh do u know how much it pains...when blood spills and my stomach pains do u know how much it hurts? I think today why... i though didnt take part in clapping and laughing...I was silent..somehow i felt its a dog...na? or i felt why should i when no one takes initiative? See i told I am in the flow the way the world is flowing...
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