Citizen: Curse To Be Born

Its an extremely vivid expenditure of thoughts as I entail the journey of “being a proud Indian”, an example of apathy grown with seeds which blooms and reaps so beautiful that the craft of the witch turns moil and surrenders to ignorance. I feel it every day as to whether my forefathers had ever thought of the nation to shape its administration like the way it has fermented today, and then the turmoil rages its war, fights back in and asks ”whether am I a true HINDU”, the criteria of HINDUTVA … do I fit in correct when I question the miser wisdom of the government.

The agony has outraged its gratitude to be forgotten and the words flow as they remain incapacitive to seek guidance from the worthy corpses, the State I live in. The best part about staying in a Combined City Region format is that you get to have an advancement from all the three governments, while all of them show their traits and significance of ill and unhealthy regime. Favoritism, regionalism, relation and money have become the sole criteria of merit and credibility, where either you have it or you don’t, the worst, however, remains the CURSE, beheaded, no more as we like to absorb the breath of the fortnight, what seeks from the window is but a greater evil. The greatest gift although, from the society is that the "smiles on faces" and the "fear in hearts" have joined hands and working together towards making this the larger eclipse.

For empathy, I may draw a series of under-watered notions of built-up society although all must sink in before the epic is cast in the fort tales. The problem has been this, the self-evident clarity of notorious wings that flow the chambers of darkness, my lords as they say, are deaf through eyes and blind through mind, for reasonability is logic behind the glamorous chair of power. He's now, tasted the sword.

Mr. Leader, the man of steel words, has castrated enough for his reign to submerge the promise of history to repeat its misery in fortress, but as he sees and is wise named in perpetuity, the bottom shall surrender. It is known for the heavens to bother and angels to cry but to see, the fate shall demonstrate, the anguish and soil.