What ifs and should haves

A question that peeps in frequently in my mind from the very start of my routine...my day begins with a refreshing face wash and there when I see a yellow tint in the water it angers me because when I pay my tax for the water services ..How come I get supplied with dirty water...herein I doubt... AM I JUST A TAX PAYER?? .When I go get a few edibles of my choice from the nearby canteen I presume that its healthy to take in, unless I see filth stuck on its packing...And then I curse myself for trusting the food inspection schemes of the government...and herein I doubt AM I JUST A TAX PAYER?? A fine walk and a smooth ride on the roads are hindered with gutters and puddles....Men die or perish on the road due to the horrific state of the roads, speeding, less security to masses..... Where elected leaders and public servants go with innumerable escorts mostly for an inauguration .An inauguration that would make the whole place cordoned, schools closed, hospital not approachable, t...

Change is  soothing until and unless it haunts peace..everyday in school was exciting for me not because I had a very good teacher to guide ...it was just because I had jovial sets of friends with whom I felt easy and comfortable more than in any lecture...  when I have stepped into college and so are they ..and when those cute little moments flash through my mind I deliberately push them out...may be because I am a girl so stubborn to think that matters that are "OK" for many seem so awkward to me..analysing all of them I still feel that  the word "maturity "  is not right the way my  so called  "grown up" school friends  have defined.. when they were crowned with a teen title and gradually "adult " they might have thought attaining things that are far off reach equals to reaching the pinnacle of success..I heard them using words that were unknown to many of us like "stuff","weed"..and so on..guys who still yesterday discuss...

Every moment I set my eyes through that window pane..All I could see was them..making mortar, building those brick blocks , fixing the wooden frames, welding , shaping the granites ..from dawn to dusk ! They get so much into the work , so determined to build that house in accordance with the design. People in the same trade have all got their names and decoration , like:Engineer, Architect, Interior designer! But who owns the house for now!? The owner? May be it's the owner who has the right over it..but then I can see these men indulged in different tasks , work whole day , live in the same partially built house which is not just their workplace but home for now. ..home for that span of time till their contract is done. When people look,they seem to be dirty and that's because they deal with mud and sand..We tend to call them filthy , never remembering the effort they have put into build our houses and palaces...We claim those as our houses but those were their home at firs...

This would be the vision that every aspiring student would foresee about his/her country .It would be the most awaited period of the nation to elect a person, present their nation in his/her hands to nurture, permit him/her to carry their land ...I am not sure whether the total population of the country go excited about it, but anyways it’s the nature of the student population to always peep in those political spheres and realize what’s in the current affairs..How a leader handles issues! Could we expect a better political pace!!??And when the neutral analysts of the country states that the corruption isn’t removed but in fact its fluctuating with a hype in the stats...THAT’S where!!That’s where promises break, that’s when it gets tougher to convince people that “politics isn’t dirty” ....but it hasn’t given any new form of relief by the new ruling fragment that they have elected for... Religion!! A very pure term for the devotees, a so harsh term for the atheists, A very well sh...

And when he pulls ,he  doesn’t care whether the sun is harsh or the careless rains shower..All those snaps that flashes through him are about his innocent boys at home, he knew that this dirty notes which rich call Cash has so far not played any role in his half built abode..It would fill his boys stomach but could never wipe their dripping tears.. It’s easy for me to switch on my P.C ,feel that air conditioned ambience all around ,smell that tempting coffee with each word  I type ,be it about his miseries, be it about his hurdles ..Its just a very easy task for me to attempt a write up.. justify every moment that every job has its struggles to cross...but i bet this man has a long way crossed his struggles..And world sees him unsuccessful!!??That could be a wonderful joke because this rickshaw puller pulls his vehicle when the world rests with their dear ones, when its festival time in his colony he would be the only one who is miles far from his home ...and for this re...