Our Fragmentations: The Theory of Contradictions.
Somewhere looking into the paddy fields spreading endlessly through the windows of our classrooms, I believe, I developed my ability to think! Those fields were, I thought, at times, like the end of the world. Among endless questions arising out of conflicts of life, only they stood outside to give a momentary pause to the quest! I was less than seven then. I remember an incident from those days, in Std. IV probably, sitting beside me during lunch a junior asked, 'Bhaiya! How old are you?' '8'. 'I'm 9', he replied without even waiting for me to put it back. He had contradicted! A sharp one at the level of a school-boy! Well those were the days of childhood. Times when we really lived out of this world and those paddy fields in front of our school building were the best escape for us, atleast for me. Towns were a fantasy for most of them out there. They sat to discuss about the flowery stories of towns, the bit they also actually knew! Our life, for most o...