Dayatva

It was evening time; the doorbell rang; my mother asked me to open the door. I opened the door and saw my uncle standing with his luggage, smiling at me. I invited him to come in and touched his feet as he proceeded. Everybody gathered - chit-chat began, Mumma was preparing tea, and suddenly out of nowhere, uncle asked me how my studies were going. I gave him an awkward smile and said that it was going well. I thought the conversation might end here, but he seemed more interested in my studies than me:') He further asked me that then in which year I am, I said in the final year. As soon as I said the word 'final' - I was able to see the light of enlightenment behind him and the innumerous life lessons he was going to give me. I prepared myself, one ear for the information to enter and the other to let it exit, mind blank, neck flexible to move up-down, and an expressionless face.    Then the unwanted career counseling began-    Round 1 - "The interview!"  

I am of the opinion that nature is an awfully simple institution and there is an infinite beauty to it. There aren’t an awful lot of rules that govern the nature. Actually, there is just the one - survival of the fittest. In spite of this, even the tiniest, the slowest, the most fragile forms of life have found a way to keep living in this home of ours, creating a beautiful, intricate balance that one cannot admire enough in a lifetime. It begs the question whether survival is really that difficult. When nature decides to inhabit a life form, it provides them with all the necessary resources for it to survive- food and water for sustenance, ability to perceive their surroundings for threats and intelligence for protection from those threats. The available resources are always more than enough for the fit to survive. The balance of nature is maintained if th