MAN AND HIS MISSION ... 14

MAN AND HIS MISSION ... 14

There is a structured pattern to mechanical thinking which must be broken in rhythmic beauteous bliss. And this is the essence of art, the divine fire, the very soul of creativity.

The origin of man is shrouded in mystery, the terminus man knows not. But a thread runs through it from alpha to omega, the spark of the creative bliss.

Through the dark night sky that reveals so much, yet, hides the vaults of heaven, runs a lighting streak that splits its breast and insight lends to the deep within. The night of man is on, and through it he trudges from end to end like a lost pilgrim with a compass guide, his seeking soul and his beating heart tending ever to the bright unknown. This, the forest route of man. As dense cover and denser dark hide the sun and cloud vision, a ray of light ever peeps through the foliage green to bring the tidings of a higher realm. Thus the flow goes on.

Thus the march of the Grande Armee through the icy fields and the snowy lakes till one by one like frozen drops the men lie low in their deathly sleep. And, yet, the marathon march. It goes on and on till the realm be reached where sunlit vales and meadows green usher the pilgrims in, to stay on or to carry the news that the rest may follow suit.

Structures must be broken. Freedom must be earned. Free we all shall be. Free we all are.

Written by Sugata Bose

19Riya Bhattacharya, Mriganka Ghosh and 17 others