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“Basic amenities for the downtrodden…” sounds pseudo intellectual and is causative of a politically correct syndrome. To be on the other side of the fence and think about poverty is not so bad after all. It is the disparity over ability that matters more. Being discriminated for who you are rather than what you are plugs you into a bubbling bottle. Humanists may disagree to this saying that only those who have gone through starvation and deprivation of a shelter know what really matters to live when you have none to look upon. The truth of the hour is, whether it is a developed economy or developing economy one lives a fulfilling life purely by choice. If this is so, then happiness exists in every fight, every challenge and every hurdle that was overcome.

This is a touch and go situation when all of us cry for attention and are bent upon proving to someone who matters to us most at a given moment. The desperation which increases a craving is in the form of a fragile ego. Ideologies no more is part of the youth, at least for not too long. On the buttered side this is great in terms of development. There is more of a realistic approach to problem solving rather than sitting in ivory towers and contributing to heap of dusty sheets lying in the libraries of large universities. There will now be more focus and direction with each individual dedicating themselves to one productive hemisphere of their brains. The retardation on the social side is purely incidental. There is now an urgency to do more, to multiply your needs and earn more so that you can spend more to climb up the social ladder. Even better down the line you are left with a consciousness that deserted your good senses at the time you thought you never needed. With so many loose threads hanging who are you trying to be and why?

 

“Take it easy baby

Take it as it comes

Specialise in having fun”

Jim Morrison – The Doors

 

This is just a minor change in the beginning of a new ideology. Now the even not so savvy are looking at life with new confidence and self-assurance to live. It is because of a whole generation which refused to see the reflection of their pain in their off spring’s eyes. This is called the extension of life with a continued beginning. In other common words, a vicious circle.



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