Frigidity, ah I reprimand such an indecent display of nature’s will! She thought as she looked about her helplessly. Unhitching the torn sari’s end from the hatchet lying on the dried and woodened floor, she gaped at the horrific sight before her. Dusty wind stormed towards her, hurling dry twigs, sticks of wood and burnt ash (of trees that the villagers fell). Wind passed her by, now swooping to collect debris by the hut here, now dropping it on the corpse of a buffalo there. Poor thing, he is limping now, she thought as she approached her husband. Fatigue and fright had deprived him of humanness. He felt dizzy and nauseated; he hated himself for the nature’s wrath (famine). He trusted no one, the figure approaching him was menacing, no they would never understand him, mankind was upon him, it was a terrible curse, to be born and to live a life such as this. Her husband was talking to himself; he bothered her, only yesterday he talked about killing himself. Such a terrible thing to say, for a man like him, they had better lives, in those days; he walked about the village in his neatly ironed cotton shirt, but now, nature with her spiteful venom dried up their wells, sucked up the clouds (so high were they now, it no longer rained) and ruined their lives. ‘The terrible creature again’ he ran madly, ‘they are going to kill me now’ he screamed with mortified terror of the unknown and crawled up into the attic that disturbed the kettle that was suspended from the roof. The kettle tumbled on the floor, with the pugnacious dog by its side, for the rice from previous night was now emptied out of it. The creature maliciously craned its neck and faced the indescribably hapless owner, dropped its neck and began eating as the owner watched the day’s food being snatched away mercilessly.
Splendid, ah how I like it! Such a beauty, the drapes fluttered joyously as the hostess opened the window. Wind blew the drapes over the smooth round pillars, lollopped over the velvet fabric and caused a rapid flapping- tut, tut, tut, and the hostess closed the window, duly apologizing for her mannerisms. The window doors creaked softly, reminding the hostess of the remarkable job done by her carpenter. I must invite him for the party next time, she thought. The wind receded, with one huge whimper and the drapes slowly settled into folds by the window side as if life beneath them has been sucked away, and wrinkled, there, they lay for the rest of the party. A man in an impeccable suit, brown hair, blue eyes and stout shoulders walked into the big hall that was radiating with energy. The hostess soon recovered (for she wasn’t expecting him) and stately, she approached him. ‘How delighted I am that you accepted my invitation’ she rejoiced with her cheeks flushed. His hair was drawn back and neatly combed, ‘he looks fabulous’, she thought. The hall was decorated with majestic velvet drapes, a huge chandelier in the middle suspended from the roof that mimicked an octopus with the tentacles (coloured in gold) running all the way from the roof to the floor (thickening on their journey) and branching into the pillars draped in velvet. The hostess lifted her cat and patted it. She fed her cat with the most delicious food and blushed as the creature took turns between licking its paws and nibbling at the bread crumbs.
The stark contrast between the two lives is depressingly clear. ‘Great Lakes’ endorses the idea of fundamental disciplines. In its attempt to build leaders of tomorrow, the institute has sworn to deliver on its promises-to churn out men of character, of desire to balance the pans (of rich and poor, of educated and uneducated, of good and bad). It is said that a nation progresses together with all of its people or merely tips the balance way off. Great Lakes is endeavouring to foster social responsibility among tomorrow’s leaders. It is the responsibility of tomorrow’s leaders to build a strong nation- a nation full of heroes.