Compositions Written by Literary Club's Active Members (Part IV)

 Kalpana Saini, 

B. A. (Hons) English, 4th Sem

IIHS, Kurukshetra University, Kurukshetra, Haryana

 The Moment We Believe We Have Reached Perfection Retrogression Begins

Once I was certain of a perfect life but seeing how I no longer want any of what made that vision of life 'perfect '  I am really sure that setting out for a dream is a recipe for profound grief and disillusionment. If you constantly strive for perfection you might not say what you want to say ...because perfection doesn't exist . It's like a mirage. You think you can see it way out in the distance and so you chase chase chase and chase .Only to be disappointed because each time you get there it vanishes. As for me in 2017 Phyllis Francis won gold in Junior Athletic Championship and set a benchmark for the winners . In 2018 Hima Das, an Indian , broke all the records and next year she might further improve.

It's an illusion , a trap ,a never ending cycle of unhappiness and disappointment . Satisfaction and clarity seem to last longer and ring truer with me than perfection. Yes , I do agree that man is a symbol of laws of creation ,in him there is evolution,involution, struggle ,progress and retrogression. Struggle between positive and negative ,active and passive ,yes and no ,good or evil. Let's disgorge the poison of retrogression and reconstruct carnal remains because progress has been more general than retrogression.

Taken as a whole ,being inactive is retrogression .I am of the opinion that we can't oppose the law of nature but don't you think that perfectionism is one of the key demotivating factors in achieving our goals?  Iphone, which is the most expensive smartphone, is launching a new version of its phone every year. Why? Because they know perfection is nothing; it just makes a person incapable because afterward man gets idle .

After initial enthusiasm wears off ,we hit the middle of the journey and the perfect body , perfect products and great life seems so far out of our grasp. Don't forget  that your spirit twinkle makes life's rainbow shine bright .The best portion of your life will be the small nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you . Rather than running the rat race of perfectionism and care for retrogression. Let's be crazy ,stupid and silly because life is too short to be anything but happy. Rest life is yours ,decision is yours .

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                                                        B.A. English Honours (2021-22)

                                    IIHS, Kurukshetra University, Kurukshetra, Haryana

It is basically an unsent letter by the beloved of a soldier who was about to participate in a war.

My dear chocolate cream soldier,

Days have passed since you went away. You call it your duty, which it might be. A duty is also calling you here which as always remained unfulfilled. You promised to come back soon and I told you not to come dead. You were among those thousands. You were one of those thousands for your priority and only one in the thousands for me. Only a few came back, I wished you to be one of them. I passed every celebration without you in the hope of your arrival. Not even a Sunday was missed at church. No contact, no messages, no calls. I do not know how you were, even not if you were or not. I asked your portrait hundred times, it never answered. I  didn't think it was bothered, maybe because it already had you. One who lacked knew the value. Whenever a train came, I hoped it carried you. When ever there was a knock at the door, I hoped it was you. I used to make castle in the air. How someday, you will close my eyes from behind and will scream SURPRISE! And how I'll embrace you and tell you how I felt all the time and how I am on the ninth cloud just by looking at you. I will tell you how John Donne was happy just by having Anne by his side, why Romeo meant so much to Juliet and why Yeats was obsessed with Maud Gonne and how I feel all of them at once. I will tell you how I found my little worship place in you portrait. There is so much to tell. There is lack of patience now. My eyes are dry yet crying for you. My heart skips a beat each time it hears that you were about to come. My legs find no support to stand, my arms can not move, my ears has stopped listening and my brain too forgets to function. I waited and waited but you never came. The duty remained unfulfilled forever. For whom you died, they did not care who you are. I lived for you and you left me alone for them forever.
To,
My chocolate cream soldier

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