Who is not interested in power? After all, "Will to Power" is the primal virtue every creature has been endowed with by nature. Even though, it has temporal existence, still it is sufficient enough to enthrall an ordinary mind. Power has a language unique in itself. Its language is cruel and uncompassionate. Meet a person of power who holds any position in life and travels to the highest echelon of power, you won't be surprised to know that people acquire a unique language of claim-counter claim. They will keep blaming others for their failures and keep boasting for the things they don't deserve to get. But the arrogance of power makes a good person worst than a machine. An efficient machine is designed for production. It is valueless in normative sense. But a similar opinion about a human being doesn't hold true. In spite of the fact that history has shown us the futility of power. Alexander had a day but never remained for him. It is said that every victory is the seed of defeat. Find a single person in your life who hasn't suffered any debacle or defeat. It means a moment of glory transforms into an inglorious future. Still, people efface the fact from their imagination to live a life of artificiality. And the most beautiful part is that history is a great jurist who judges with equanimity, it is historians often who are driven with agenda to create and efface the landscape of history.
पढ़ता हूँ हर एक दिन एक ही पन्ना, हर दिन हज़ार ये मालूम पड़ते हैं। जबसे होश संभाला है एक ही पन्ना सवांरते आया हूँ, लोग इसे ज़िन्दगी कहते हैं। इसपे लिखे हर एक लब्ज़ जो मेरे मालूम पड़ते हैं, ना जाने कितने जुबां पे चढ़े होंगे। आज हम भी कुछ पल के लिए ही सही इसके सारथी हैं, जाने से पहले कुछ रंग मेरा भी इसपे चढ़ जाए, बस इसीलिए एक ही पन्ना बार बार पलटता रहता हूँ। हर कोई अनजाने किताब की तलाश में बाहर निकलता है, जिसका हर एक पन्ना वो ख़ुद है। जब ख़ुद के रंग को समझ ही ना पाया, तो भला इंद्रधनुषी किताब के क्या मायने हैं? अस्तित्व में ना जाने कितने पन्ने बिखरे पड़े हैं, बस एक से ही अवगत हो जाऊँ, उसके हर एक शब्द को चुनता जाऊँ, कुछ पल के लिये सही, पिरोता जाऊँ एक माला ज़िन्दगी का।
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