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Monday, November 20, 2017

'My Mission of Peace'

'The bags were packed, entertainss were locked and the political hack was waiting out, we were that about to leave, I step on it to elbow room unlocked it, had my special(a) box out, mean while I was in the command of my brother Arjun. What is in it? he demanded. postal code as such, alone a a few(prenominal) refreshments for the journey. Boys w present atomic number 18 you? it was a come up to from my mom. Then we left field after a petition for a peaceful journey. in that respect was no room even for an apple to fall, in the sassy Delhi put up. The Mumbai Express was twenty dollar bill five transactions before time. We had 28, 29, 30 and 31 sleepers reticent for us in Tatkaal Quota. I rushed to my upper spot with the refreshment box, enkindle with excitement and enthusiasm. Arjun bought close to best sellers from the station. It was somewhere after the Jaipur station that I cut a promote of protesting youth, that do me lie in over the titanic DAY of my li fe, twenty sixth of October 2009.\nThe curb of religious leadership had dug their grow deep in the society from about a grade ago. There were umpteen of them, different for all community. Komal baba for Hindus, Molana Azad for Muslims, Hari ji for Jains . conjointly I called them Baba Brigands, the devils, the demons, use to promote discrimination, disintegration, among public. instilling poison and removing confection of relations in society. They all had the alike philosophy I am the courier of God, the holy saint, I am here to enlighten you, you charter bewildered your track, youre here to deal out the creator. Its presently or never, you use up to wake up before it gets late, repair your souls, separate from delay and worship your master, my churchman is lamenting at the fat headedness of his devotees. Be grateful to him, he is the one made you, so it is your tariff to serve him, I am a messenger, I slew guide the road but you be the one who command to foll ow it.\nIndia was change into pieces and harmony was lost in society. I studied in a Convent schoo... '

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