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I wanted to sleep they asked me to sit When I sat up They asked me to stand I stood upright  And then they told me to walk I started to walk And they asked me to run I started running The same voice told me to sprint I increased the pace I was sprinting away The pace kept increasing I dont know how! I was sprinting and sprinting My peripheral vision stared blurring Everything around me disappeared Only the thick black tar road remained And I was sprinting on it The world was now grey The road remained black It was cold and it was grim Is this how death feels? The voices have stopped There is just silence What is that? I see something There is an obstacle on my path I am sprinting towards it I can't slow down Should I jump above it? Or should I slide underneath it? I dont know what to do Why the voices have stopped I have no clue I am approaching it fast Where has the voice disappeared? Why have the instru

Acquiring knowledge is a life long process and sometimes one life isn't just enough for it. You may keep gaining knowledge for eons but you will never get hold of all of it. What is much more important than acquiring knowledge is the application of knowledge. What you do with what you know ?  There are only three options: 1. Do something good 2. Don't do anything 3. Do something bad Now, lets concentrate on point no. 3 and see what happens with some examples: Consider Guru Shukracharya - a brilliant mind, an accomplished tapasvi and a mighty sage but then he is hardly recognized and remembered for these qualities. We only remember him as Guru of Asuras/Daityas. You may say our mythology is harsh on him but it is harsh on everyone because it tests and probes the intentions behind actions of every character and also that's where the lessons lay. Guru Shukracharya spent all his acquired powers and knowledge for the upliftment of Asuras(the bad guys) a

The Story of Scheherazade The story goes that King Shahryar found out one day that his first wife was unfaithful to him. Therefore, he resolved to marry a new woman each day as well as behead the previous day's wife, so that she would have no chance to be unfaithful to him. He had killed 1,000 such women by the time he was introduced to *Scheherazade* the vizier's daughter. Scheherazade had perused the books, annals and legends of preceding Kings, and the stories, examples and instances of bygone men and things; indeed it was said that she had collected a thousand books of histories relating to antique races and departed rulers. She had perused the works of the poets and knew them by heart; she had studied philosophy and the sciences, arts and accomplishments; and she was pleasant and polite, wise and witty, well read and well bred. Against her father's wishes, Scheherazade volunteered to spend one night with the king. Once in the king's chambers, Scheherazade