My Mission of Peace

The bags were packed, rooms were locked and the cab was time lag out, we were just about to leave, I rush along to room open it, had my special box out, sloshed while I was in the surveillance of my brother Arjun. What is in it? he demanded. Nothing as such, and a fewer recreations for the journey. Boys where are you? it was a call from my mom. Then we left hand aft(prenominal) a beg for a peaceful journey. there was no room all the very(prenominal) for an apple to fall, in the raw(a) Delhi station. The Mumbai Express was twenty fiver minutes in the lead time. We had 28, 29, 30 and 31 sleepers reserved for us in Tatkaal Quota. I rushed to my upper berth with the refreshment box, overwhelming with excitement and enthusiasm. Arjun bought slightly best sellers from the station. It was somewhere after the Jaipur station that I proverb a crowd of protesting youth, that do me brood over the broad DAY of my life, twenty 6th of October 2009.\nThe reign of religious leade rship had dug their roots complex in the society from more or less a year ago. thither were many of them, different for all(prenominal) community. Komal baba for Hindus, Molana Azad for Muslims, Hari ji for Jains . Collectively I called them Baba Brigands, the devils, the demons, used to promote discrimination, disintegration, among public. bestow poison and removing sweetness of transaction in society. They all had the same philosophy I am the messenger of God, the holy saint, I am here to illume you, you have lost your track, youre here to serve the creator. Its now or never, you strike to wake up before it gets late, purify your souls, separate from slumber and worship your master, my lord is wailing at the fat headedness of his devotees. Be grateful to him, he is the ane made you, so it is your commerce to serve him, I am a messenger, I tush guide the route but you are the one who quest to follow it.\nIndia was cracked into pieces and uniformity was lost in society. I studied in a Convent schoo...