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…repair one’s own shoes, not demand that the planet be covered with leather. So said, a Dalai Lama. But, why is it, that for me, my desires are no less than sacro-sanct? Why is it ‘My Way, Or No Way’? Have I read too much of Ayn Rand? Or is it that in this age of Mammon, we are all brats, never men? Those, that have the courage to fight their fiercest rival, their own Self? - owais -- This is first being published on this page.

I, and my desire we often talk – each claiming to be greater than the other. The never-ending debate, always inconclusive, makes us experiment – with each-other... Sometimes, I give in, to ‘him’. And he, the ever-unappeasable brat inflating his expectations, always, never even thanks me for accommodating him; he squeezes me, till I give up, in exasperation. At other times, I dam him up – “Control him!”, I command myself… …with only one result: each passing moment, makes him stronger, and he, one day, breaches the dam. Always winning, he has the classical dilemma, of a virus: Kill the host, and you die with it. Thus, my weakness in turn, weakens him – and I win. For a while, I can live a sane, rational life. But only, for a while… So, where does this leave us? Does this stale-mate, have a better ending? Happily, probably, yes: We now, have a pact – We duel no more: each will try, instead, independently, to rise, above the other… … …thus, each of us downgrades the other from a foe, to a ...