“the flames are silent, Peace is violent, Tears are frozen ’cause massacre was chosen-Ankita Singhal
Hyenas are idiots alone but when they come together they can tear apart a big animal.
People in power independently are powerless but when they get the back up of government bodies they certainly get a cunning understanding of a brainwash.
Poor maintenance of our roads and drainage systems after all the taxes is certainly unpardonable. The blame game of nature conservation; the hide-and-seek of the ban on the plastic bag. The fines and bribes of the users are all now old flip stories.
The moral of the story is when it rains be worried. You could be stranded; you could be drowned, thanks to the in-charges of the bandobasat.
You should be flaring up at such carelessness but they have in their cunning togetherness injected you with a praise anesthesia. The city drowns in mismanagement and they put up hoardings of the spirit of life of the Mumbaikars. Even when Mumbai gets hit with terrorists attacks it has no time to sit and grieve and is instead back on its feet the next day. Its a do or die situation of survival but our leaders cheer the spirit of revival and our praise hungry and gullible Mumbai smiles. Frown Mumbai! Frown at every flood and at every attack! At every death of a farmer and at every inception of corruption - FROWN! Sit back and actively grieve. Don't join the herd. Your intellect is being slaughtered like cattle.
Like Abraham Lincoln in his letter to his son's teacher said, '.....But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero; that for every selfish politician there is a dedicated leader....' , believe and work for the coming of a dedicated leader or better still work to lead.