As the ship cuts it's way Through the tides and the fiery, Ferocious waves of the ocean, Little do we realise the essence Of the turbulence in our daily lives. The fact which is indispensable Is the world appearing like a small, Yet bulging spheroid - where we all Will eventually mix with, at a time - Be it sooner, or later. The absence of waves, or as we say Turbulence, would eventually Stagnate the entire ecosystem, Defeating the very purpose of life, Of survival, of thrill, of adventure. A sea without ripples is equivalent to A country without a flag, A soldier without a uniform, Or, a rangoli without any hues. Do they define nature? Or society? Not at all. A monotonous world is A world without any variations, Without clues, without glee. How would it be - if people were meant To do the same work again and again? Or to use the same clothes, Or eat the same food? A day or two Might suffice, but not in the long run. Variety is the spice of life. So i...