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This is why love is blind... because you don't step on it you fall in it!!

How would you label this piece?

As my readers read this particular one, I want them to decide for themselves a suitable title for it. Would you pave the article corruption, exploitation or sheer politics?

Waiting for hours on end to get hold of a form and then standing in queues day in and day out! Rings a bell? This one comes from my own experience of a similar situation. I am talking about the process involved in getting hold of a license. Don’t know a source? Have no influence? Then here is a hi5 because it is almost impossible for those without a sway to get any job done peacefully. If it was only the queue and the days that had to be dealt with, may be things would seem although not easy, manageable. But the sad part is that there is a lot of money involved as well which one can’t even keep an account of sometime. Want a form? Excuse me!!! You have to pay. Remember nothing comes free in this world. Want to practice riding just before the trail? Come on pull out a hundred rupee note even if you want to half a round practice. Oh you got no bike? Well then it would cost you a 1500 to rent one! Want a license? Okay a 700. Need insurance? Give me thirteen hundred. Yes! That should be enough. I am an agent remember!! I did your work. My fee is 800 only ma’am. Alright, procedures are done. A sigh of relief. Waiting for my turn! And boom; Ma’am I am sorry your name is missing in the register. You can work on your exit, see you tomorrow.

Sounds so easy right? Convince someone of their name not been entered and not even apologize for the mistake they have done! Another moment passes by and some rider zooms in. Excuse me! Hey, it’s me XYZ’s son says he. The man at the desk trying to do his duty speaks, sir, your name is not here. With anger yells the rider, does that even matter? One call and you will be fired! I am I am sorry sir you can go next says the man in a sad submissive tone. I grumble! That is so not fair sir!! With a heaviness comes a reply, I am sorry ma’am. I don’t have a choice or a say in front of the BOSS!

I am just left with a few questions lingering in my mind…

Who are you then supposed to be mad at? Well I believe a lot of us identify with experiences of this sort. What can we really do about a system like this? You can’t even do without these things because as a result, you will have a heavy price to pay. And if you want to get hold of these mandatories, sadly with all the ripping off, your job still remains undone. Even people living below the poverty line whose one meal is uncertain have to empty out their pockets to avoid facing bigger brunt in future. This is the undeniable reality. Who then brings change? How will the nation progress when there is corruption stagnant in every belly?

Can any of us do anything at all about these circumstances? Will the road of sleaze ever bend into a finer tomorrow? Will the hope for a better country remain only an illusion?

Birth of a piece of writing

Ever thought of getting your fingers to type a few a words and then a few sentences and then paragraphs until you realize you have a whole page or may be 2…

Something of this sort happened to me this evening as I sat on my chair staring at the monitor not knowing how to keep my jobless mind occupied. And then a thought clicked. May be I could pen down a few feelings. But what kind of feelings was I talking about? Well would that really matter was the next question. All I was here to do was pull out all that I was reeling in the world of and change the photographic moments into an elaborative print. Isn't this what life is about anyway? Saying a little, sharing a few thoughts and smiling over all the contemplation?

It's funny, although I have given my mind a quick fix I m running short of things to say or rather write. Writers call it writer's block but hey I am no writer. So does this mean it is normal? Does everyone go through this phase when they sit to write? Well I guess so. I am thinking it is more than normal because I just heard one of my colleagues say, "hey dude I don't know what to write next." I smile. A sigh of relief actually. Man! I am still wondering how authors write pages, books and sequels. The list is never ending. So what? May be they cant go on jabbering for hours like me or may be singing away without submitting oneself to the ticking of the clock. I laugh. I kind of feel better at my own status. Yes true I can't really write and all that but who cares may be I am better at a lot of other things although I miss knowing how to inscribe the numbness (if so be) of my mind. I pause and speculate. Well I am trying to find the next thing to say. But as I glance over what I have written, it's unbelievable how I have filled a page without even noticing I had done that. It's amusing how I started with a blank brain and managed painting so many expressions. Hell no! I am not talking about filling a page but I am just surprised at having been able to play with words. Tap on my shoulder. This is a big leap you know.

Well I have something to say. If you are someone like me with no aptitude to write whatsoever or rather have no knack for it, just start the way I did. I mean you really don't need much straining to do. Just put down what ever is running in your head. Don't be bothered about how it sounds. Because I realize it can't get all that bad you know. I mean how awful can it get anyway. It's not like it is the end of the world. I smile as I finish and put a full stop.