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Stop complaining and think ! !

This time, I am writing nothing new. Nothing not-known-to-anyone things. But today I am writing about something which is very well known! Yup. I am talking about the most talked about things in our country today. The C-word.

It was around 2 months back that we all felt that we saw a savior in Anna Hazare with his determined desire to bring the Lokpal Bill into it's existence.

But before we try to bring all the top-honchos to book, it is important that we do come across the various moments of unusualness which exist in our daily lives.

We all usually tend to have a strange affection towards getting things done easily. Jumping up front in a queue, getting a favor from someone to get something done, its considered all so normal. Actually, that's the sole emotional reason, or rather the root of favors. The concept of having contacts must not be the means to get cranky about getting things done in a jiffy. So as long as that sense of accepted-easiness remains etched in the mind of the so-called middle class, there isn't going to be an end for the C-word.

I agree, it is a great irony that we have to be so provocative to make the politicians do things, which they are supposed to do anyways. But, on the contrary, isn't it always required that we take a look upon our own conscience as well ? Don't we need to control ourselves ?

Thinking and acting will yield results.

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