I agree. It doesn’t matter whether people listen or not. That is because, end of the day, they already have a response ready. And why is that? Because long before people start to communicate, the purpose of communication has already been determined. Let’s start from the start. When we are going for an interview, we
Jonah
My name is Jonah. I live on the uninhabited island of Neverland. I suspect that it’s somewhere off the coast of the Caribbean but, truly, I don’t know where it is. My life is simple; I wake up, tend to my crops, collect firewood, build household objects, and then go to sleep. How I got
Conversing Minds
Conversation is usually a form of communication where we express our minds to others. The conversation goes on interestingly, if there is a mutual understanding of each other’s words. I am not talking about the conversation that is done to discuss the experiences of any scientific study or an experiment or any historical event or
Indistinguishable
He was only a young calf when he first saw them. Tall, glorious and majestic. His mother had left, and he was alone. He was entranced. He knew of them; no one didn’t. It was a man, with graying hair and a twinkle in his wizened eyes. Next to him was a girl with the
Heartworm
They were there. They may had faded away long ago, but they were always watching. The winter chill seeped through my bones despite the thick layers I wore, and my surroundings were desolate. Silent, serene. The files were nestled within my coat, and the sound of the judge’s hammer rang in my ears. “Death penalty.”
My Mother’s Story
There are over seven billion people on this planet today. Logically, I do not think anyone would want to disregard education. As Victor Hugo rightly said, “he who opens a school door closes a prison”. There are two keywords in this statement that I need to explain before moving on – “school” and “prison”. What
Humans Vs The Earth
“Mom? What happened to our home?” he said. Meet El, a young, innocent baby elephant. “MOM? WHERE ARE YOU?” El screamed. Little did he know, his mom had been killed. Killed by a monster. The monster who had also ruined El’s home in the forest. After walking for a while, El arrived at a strange
“Mom? What happened to our home?” he said. Meet El, a young, innocent baby elephant. “MOM? WHERE ARE YOU?” El screamed. Little did he know, his mom had been killed. Killed by a monster. The monster who had also ruined El’s home in the forest. After walking for a while, El arrived at a strange
He who opens a school door closes a prison door – Victor Hugo
It was a cold and unusual Wednesday morning, some robbers had just been caught, several witnesses gathered round to watch the law enforcement agency ruthlessly drag five able bodied men whose hands have been held together by handcuffs into the police vehicle. I could not but look at the sober faces of these young men
Education: The Key Behind Morality
Crime is rising by the day. There are a lot of people who find their way into prisons in many countries. This sad scenario, especially in Third World Africa, has wrecked havoc as more and more funds and resources are channelled towards finding ways to combat crime. Many societies end up wasting valuable resources in
The Erudite Community
“He, who opens a school door, closes a prison.” – Victor Hugo. “Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt. The maxim “He, who opens a school door, closes a prison,” exemplifies the role of education in human development. Rather than contribute to existing debates, I
Condition of poor animals
Today, we all are running beside our future to make it effective but we have forgotten the present part of our life in which wildlife also exists with us. Today we have every source of comfort and that becomes possible only because of god’s created brain which we have much as compare to other creatures.
Truly Alone
It’s so beautiful. The waves lap gently on the sandy shore. My toes curl. Wet sand squelches through the gaps between my toes. I frown. It’s uncomfortable. A wave glides gently over my feet washing away the sand. The furrow in my brow softens, but it is not completely lifted. Why am I like this?
Defies for a Dependable Listener
It was 11:00 am, when I was pilling up the assertion of the activity report for the given month. Abruptly, the phone rang and I picked it up while compiling my work, but, the punitive though known voice bothered me to end up everything and heed to the unceasing nitpicking query that comes from the
He who opens a school door, closes a prison
When I first looked at this statement I pondered for a moment. Does this mean if you go to school, you stay out of prison? Or if you’re in prison but look at it as a place to learn it is no longer a prison? Does it mean that education unlocks the gates of your
Cliff Girl
There once lived a girl named Monica. She loved to stand on the edge of the cliff to keep calm or she would turn into an evil beast. No one could calm her down but her. One day she was minding her own beeswax when somebody pushed her off of the cliff, but she had
Why Trees Roar
If a tree falls in the woods, and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? Of course it does. The tree doesn’t require someone to hear it for it to make a sound. So why do we…? If you pay attention to your thought process when you’re listening to someone,
Education at a Price in Pakistan
In March 2009, the Taliban took over the beautiful Swat valley in Pakistan. Sufi Muhammad, a chief of the Taliban, termed the constitution of Pakistan as ‘Un-Islamic’ and demanded the enforcement of the Sharia law. More than one million people fled Swat. The extremists committed atrocities such as beheading people openly in streets who rejected
Solitary
Pounding droplets beat on the car’s roof, ringing in the silence. Her almond brown eyes traced rain streaking on the glass. In the backseat, she was almost comfortable, though a bit too tall to fit. So, she lay sideways, humming faintly. She loved humming- as if to fill a void where people should’ve been. The girl
It’s Awfully Crowded in the Middle
With the rise of social media, chatbots, artificial intelligence and the media coverage around it all, the spotlight remains on the squeaky wheel which gets the grease. The quiet contributor in the corner, the child who seeks to share, and the person who has learned to pay it forward; these are the listeners. These are