I have reason enough to believe that it is our subconscious self that reflects in our governing bodies. Our laid back reactions to many things in our day to day life’s is testimony to that, our casual approach to electing officials who ensure our safety - led to 26/11.

Why blame the authorities for everything ..the ‘one’s’ we put there, why hasn’t a single one of us accepted fault for electing such negligent officials …oh I forgot  …we are just like the ones we elected we say ‘its not my fault’ the only difference being they get India TV to cover it, we don’t!

The politicians are a masquerade of our consciousness; let’s accept responsibility that we all are at fault. If the various governing bodies failed in their duty, so did we in ours!

We have to better than that, we have to!

A song which was sung many many years back by Bob Dylan, but I think it finds more reason in our time

Times They Are A changing

Come gather round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
Youll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin
Then you better start swimmin
Or youll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance wont come again
And dont speak too soon
For the wheels still in spin
And theres no tellin who
That its namin.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Dont stand in the doorway
Dont block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
Theres a battle outside
And it is ragin.
Itll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And dont criticize
What you cant understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin.
Please get out of the new one
If you cant lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin

Everyone is expected to find things that keep them happy and keep a firm grasp on those things so that they can handle the good with the bad. Write off the shitty day and wake up for better one type of stuff. It’s quite obvious where this is going. I can think of a thousand ways to put it, a drive to my favourite spot, my happy thought, my dial a friend, my relief, my way out, and my ray of sunshine except when there is no sunshine. Or even worse when it is all just a bloody tease. When you put aside all the frustrations and thoughts and head out to that favourite spot, you look out over the steering wheel at the ominous cloud screaming, don’t do this to me! Then while you stand in the middle of the road with your arms stretched out, fists clenched, pleading it to stop it pours harder, it’s no fairy tale.. you get back into the car, biting your teeth.. the only consolation life offers.. it goes on.