u/Zestyclose-Author732

I am just 20M, I have read only few novels and thought if I can write anything.

As we grow and enter an age of questioning, contemplating, thinking, and forming or dismantling our preconceived notions about morality, life, love, hatred, and society, we ultimately shape the person we become, a person whose psychological profile is based upon his own experiences, explanations, aspirations, and ambitions. We form goals, goals which we think are the best for us, and in such a scenario, the most contented one feels is when one is allowed to work on one’s own. But what happens when your very own self, which you regard as wise and committed, is forced into believing what you consider to be the antithesis of how life should work?
Well, this was what happened to me when I decided to go against my family and board a flight to the USA to find a place for myself in a world which I considered superior to the world I had been a part of since I was born.

Loneliness, first you want it, then you hate it, then you adapt and finally you love it. Loneliness can make you think about the wildest and softest parts of yourself. It gives you time to think and comprehend the areas you have never touched.
Suddenly everything starts to feel like an illusion. Is it for real? Is it a dream?
But remember, loneliness is a dangerous thing. It can make you believe the wildest of thoughts, or strengthen your disbelief in the most obvious. In short, a man must not adapt to loneliness, well, this is what I can say. Having spent half a year working as an assistant with the chief of prison staff and working on the case of H6, I still don’t know why they assigned him this name. As they say, sometimes, certain things are meant to be kept a secret, only to be told at the right time.
Let me tell you how H6, a man who was described as timid, patient and charming by his neighbours, turned out to be the most discussed and infamous fella of my district psychiatry hospital.

I want to read Mahabharat, and please tell me which translation will be the closest to the Sanskrit version, without no creative liberties ruining the exact version of Mahabharat. I want to read a physical copy so please don’t suggest any pdfs.

Well, I am just 20 and my views can nuanced and contradicting and this is what have been going on with me for the last 2-3 years since I have started to think about things around me. I try to think about certain matters, I reach to some conclusions and then after some days the contemplations I go through brings me to a whole different conclusion.
Although I am not an atheist, but still I imagine that how can something be perfect at all, or how can we associate perfection to something, but this is what religion does, the Quran is perfect, Bible is perfect, Gita is perfect, but how?
Something which is too large, comprises of hundred thousands of words and you are contended with everything you read!, let it be any political or social philosophy or ideology, we always leave a space for discontent but religion gets the moral immunity.
Yeah! Moral immunity, god can ask for the life of your child but it isn’t wrong, god can ask for sacrifices but he isn’t wrong, he might be found cheating in mythical stories, he asks you to give up to his will, but he isn’t wrong.

Wherever there is religion there is division, but that too depends upon the dynamics of the place where different groups co exist or it depends upon the internal doctrines of the communities, but it seems to me that anything, which defines your identity whether, religious, cultural, lingual or ethnical is bound to get you in a conflict in one way or another. If somebody asks me am I proud of my ethnical, lingual or national identity, I will say, for all practical reasons yes and no.
I own to it unapologetically but I would never get this impression upon me of being superior to anybody just because I belong to a certain community.
It pains my heart when I see that the world is developing, we have become a sort of a global community and still some people think that they are the chosen one, and other are kafirs, infidels, gentiles or untouchables
But it is an imperfect world we live in.

Well, I have a lot to say but I still can’t articulate it well, but whenever I think about these things all the associations starts to seem meaningless.