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To reach on the top, to make my own league
Worked day and night out, with just one belief
My dream is never far, it
Torn pieces floating in the air.
Blocking my vision.
Refusing to settle down with the dust that sets the pace.
A million of them running in hundred different timezones.
Taking the pleasure in the ride to a place that never arrives.
A peace that's never silent.
A journey that never ends,
Setting the pace for a rythmatic chaos intrinsic to its movement.
Now i become the torn piece.
I know not where i go,
I have to keep moving through the chaos,
But the road never ends.
And so does my journey.
I can't see ahead nor where i came from.
The chaos brings the music.
I become part of it.
Now i am the chaos.
And i dont want to settle .
For time doesnt exist for those whose journey never ends.
I become time and i last forever.
Emily Dickinson wrote,
Here is an article that i came across on the NewYork Times website. This article has been written by Pankaj Mishra..check it out!
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INDIA is a roaring capitalist success story." So says the latest issue of Foreign Affairs; and last week many leading business executives and politicians in India celebrated as Lakshmi Mittal, the fifth richest man in the world, finally succeeded in his hostile takeover of the Luxembourgian steel company Arcelor. India's leading business newspaper, The Economic Times, summed up the general euphoria over the event in its regular feature, "The Global Indian Takeover": "For India, it is a harbinger of things to come