Monday, September 22, 2008

Withering Weather


The Royal Relegated life style, which is being provided in these days of vociferous political alchemy, to the politicians, is leading to an insane environment and worst, is that, it as such is going unquestioned. I do not see where we are lagging or in fact what we are lacking in, to be saying the best I just see what ever resources are available is not being materialized into any subjective product. An unthinkable and impalpable question that arises veracious curiosity in me is that how do we identify the traits of crisis and try to plan and work upon them.

Generally, solutions are not the ideals. For that to happen I expect at least a clear study of the problem in hand in the first place. Saying that, many would still second me for the problem that is being identified is something which is being studied for more than 6 decades and most of the million odd brains are still perplexed. What makes it so is that the identified scenario is both the problem and the solution. Long ago when the language of English was being formed, these scenarios were identified and was given a name which lead to the birth of a new word. This word that I am talking about is the main problem as well as the solution that we have been trying to provide and implement. To the best of my knowledge all my co-humans spell it as a B-L-A-M-E. Hope I got the spelling right.

Is there anyone or anything that is not being blamed? Is there any blame that is not is not being made? Or confidingly is there a BLAME that is not yet been blamed? Strange thoughts arise when this game begins. And I wonder who turns victor at the end. NONE? NONE….. None!!!! This is the tough weather that everyone is facing. The politico drama is not just with the politicos ruling us. It’s a day to day routine that the world is following. A righteous encrustation needs to be brought in the order of the day to set up an uphill elevated mangling end to frivolous life that we are heading to.

If we can we have to urge ourselves to take it upon the self for all the deeds, misdeeds and mishaps. Easier said than done, wont we pride when the happier results follow the sultry times that we would have given? Why shy away from owning? Why tasking brains than tasking self? I have heard from some brains that there is a very thin line to differentiate between a conversation and an argument. Though the former can lead to latter, the reverse is unseen or unheard in the communicational history. Standing a few meters away from the danger line doesn’t mean we have surrendered. It means we are planning to set the things straight before taking the plunge.

Withering the lines of fire takes to the pleasant weather which has the rain as well as the warm breeze. Some one living in an Igloo proved me “right” here. Test yourself.

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