The Raging Sea

The journey started 7 years ago. It was a bumpy ride. But the adventure wasn’t one to repent on, for it gave us Modiji as PM for two consecutive terms and some very true friends whom I will always keep in my heart. Nothing would’ve been possible without the help of my friends, they are the best one can have.

Of course, the enemies need a mention. First, the leftists, who did everything, but never reported RW. They didn’t need to, they just had to throw money and others did it for them.

Then, the others who did it for them, just as Jalianwala Baug didn’t have foreign hands to fire at Indians; the hands were of our own. These “The Others” didn’t just stop at reporting, though. They moved on to think they can rule and began aiming endlessly at Modiji. That was when the dirty tricks began.

In the past 4 years, I had many a times wished to discontinue my presence on Twitter, but maintained it due to a moral duty to expose some or the other fake allegation against Modiji showered by our dear “The Others”.

To talk about my joy of yesterday, people who saw me write yesterday knew how insuppressible it was! Well up at least until evening, when I was restricted by Twitter, without giving any reasons for any tweet of mine. What’s more, I am not allowed to reactivate or even log in to my account, which are the activities one is permitted even after s/he is permanently suspended. My suspension is unique, unheard of and hence very disheartening. I probably fall in the category of being given “Hom-Dai” by Twitter or by HRW.

HRW found me committing some deeds which they couldn’t and wouldn’t be able to counter. While I was only stating facts, when have facts only been facts..! They have always been springing into many rivulets and each one leads us to many truths. Perhaps, I had visited many of these rivulets and streams, discovered the ends to which they were flowing and in some cases, had even traveled back to certain extent towards the source of these waters. Yes, these waters run very deep.

My pinned poem speaks about the ocean I’m in –

May the ground that splashes&patters, not hold the steps not be much firm,
For ripples emerge, some deep some not, uncertainty every direction may churn,

Miss I the Sun that lit this place, the rocks that held it high,
I plow this raging sea, a feat that very few may try...

Well, seems the ocean can trouble the courageous, silence the brave, muffle the valorous.

I wish you all a very bright future, filled with joy, adventure and love! With this, I end my note. Perhaps, as I once wrote on my TL –

“My journey changes with the wind I but,

Swim ‘gainst the currents,

There come many a shed and storms but I,

Dream about the forests,

Plush where I once will and will joyfully wander,

Till then against these waters to survive I must endeavor,

With the salty flavor and the stormy favor,

I rise and sink, but I won’t blink, if anything I’ll only turn braver.

Regards, Prisma