One fine day, we all will look out of photo frames adorned with jasmine garlands and burning incense sticks. People come and bow to us -- shedding a tear or two if we are lucky -- walk away with solemn steps, hung heads and drooping shoulders, to stand in groups and whisper about our merits and what a sad situation it is. The spring in their steps returns when they step out of the premises and instantly forget the face in the frame. I sometimes wonder if grief too is just a show-off. I don't blame them, for life goes on... with or without us.
Guess I am out of touch with everything right now, so no blog entry for many days. From many days, a question is bothering me. I haven't found a satisfactory answer yet. So I'll write it down here. Maybe anybody who reads this may know the answer. "Just because we are journalists, writers, opinion creators and thinkers, do we have the right to judge others? Either personally or professionally?" I think we don't have the right to judge a person, even if we are right. But as writers, we would have to judge others whether we like it or not. And it's very difficult forcing people to think, but that's what we are doing or pretending to be doing right? Another question: "How come life is so simple if you just let it live by itself without bothering much and so complicated if you try to manipulate it or even understand it?" Blessed are the ignorant. We who can understand everything, try not to let anything go by without understanding and thus miss the b
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