The 'Iron' in Me

"Why is that we are born so fragile that we end up being a flimsy piece of junk? I was not the same before. I was not brought up like the same before. I was not destined to be like same before. Then why was I made so brittle in the end…”

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“I was as hard as rock when I was smacked with a heavy hammer. The ambience was smelting with heat emanating from blacksmith’s oven. He was scary and had a face covered with dense, grave moustache and his head covered with cloud of filthy hair. He seems to be like evil and had beaten me like anything. I was shattered with every blow that ripped apart my tough scalp.”

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Every human being is born with a confidence to live a life full of ornamental trails and throbbing pathways as well. The sore experiences make the man taste the blood and take revenge against the unfavorable expected circumstances in future. I am talking about a piece of iron that is as hard as a human being, which is shattered with painful blows of incidents that had featured in its life. A life seems like an evil, covered with dense, grave moustache and his head covered with cloud of filthy hair.

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“I wasn’t expecting him to surrender and offer me to the perilous fire that has been burning the oil beneath…But he did that. Fire was as intense as my beliefs were. It was hard like a solid and firm like a destiny. I resisted the fire and tried to breathe in the hell…But failed”

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We are acustomed to face the pain that can be controlled in our limits and have a tendency to retain our comfort zone. But the actual real life is far from our expectations. More audicious we try to become, more are the obstructions created for us. These obstructions are cruel as fire and some call it one’s destiny. But there is a limit for the audacity, there is a limit for the patience. Beyond a certain point it is hard to resist the fire and eventually the metal like iron turns pliant.

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“The pain is no more…I became immune to the thumps of hammer. I was shattered and was loosing my brittleness. I was gradually chiseled to form a sharp pointed weapon. I was waiting for the hammer that can make my edges sharp as a razor. I was growing. I was turned into a weapon from a mere junk. He poured me into the cold water and heat from my body released to air above water as fumes. I was turning grey. I was as hard as diamond. He turned to me..he winked and then smiled. He appreciated his job. I smiled him back. I thanked him for his job. I was ready to create my beginning.”

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It is hard to believe that there are many things that are not under your control. Its frustating. People call it bad culture or intellectuals calls it a destiny. When you have reached the extreme, you will become immune to all the pains that you are suffering. They hardly matter to you anymore…

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But this is not the end of the narration. In our life, we have faced so many sufferings that we pretend having reached the extreme. We become immune to any atrocities showered upon us. Its tragic and it feels like the end of the world. But this is not the end of the narration. Junk piece of iron will turn into sharp edged weapon. And the weapon need not care about the fire anymore. There is a mount at the end of the hope. The fire will bring the best out of you without which you will remain trash as before.

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Many a times in my career and relationships I use to think, why is that I was born so fragile that I end up being a flimsy piece of junk? I was not the same before. I was not brought up like the same before. I was not destined to be like same before. Then why was I made so brittle in the end…and then I came to realize the piece of iron turning into a sharp weapon and this is exactly I am supposed to think. I am shattered and beaten but slowly carving into weapon.

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I am waiting to create my beginning…!!!