i doubt it..

Reading about the economic terrorism in market made my mind leapt over well-known say: live n let live. How much our living standards are streamlining to this gloss truth? It left me yearning over the smoothly sailing columns glorifying the excruciating price hike in petrol and diesel. Yet those media persons were showing the gloat intentions over the untouched kerosene oil in this spooky market. Mumbai was the worst bitten areas by this infectious inflation while bottomed up by Delhi. Certainly, it will be lashed out leading to tempting protests all across country by those anonymous protagonists. Just one question keeps tumbling over my mellow mind; can I do something to barrage this contentious outflow of crude oil?

Frankly, the answer is not much lost in this contemporary mindset. A heart unperturbed by this outshone monetary class may dare to dump such scornful conspiracies. A bunch of journalists came hauling for the untouched prices of kerosene oil, which is the only source of power in endless rural areas. I would like to ask how many of those have been presently surviving on redeemed kerosene oil. Everyone is sucking this distilled fluid for a comfort air-conditioned ride to their offices. One would prefer hustling to office alone and reeling back the vehicle to drop his/her privileged child for school. Seriously, we pretend as if facing some helpless circumstances. We always blaming the impoverished growth of country or blemishing rules. Figures may be not accurate, but oil-marketing companies are importing petrol and diesel for 75 and 70 rupees/litre respectively. Incurring a loss of million dollars, by serving it to Indians at half the price, to make sure a middle class person can clinch the luxurious life in this modest India.

Situation is not as disgusting as it is put on the celluloid. Still we can resurrect this dilapidating condition. Let the reins of your mind be loosened averting the brisk pace of gulping up the rarest fuel. It may not hurt your prestige travelling with your daughter in one car. You may not feel relentless rolling down the windowpanes on the course to office. You shall not be gasping for fresh air accompanying your colleagues in boarding bus packed to its capacity. Doing it twice a week won’t let your social image attacked by some unleashed fury in your mind. Solution is not any technical drama as if drilling machines have stopped operating at Bombay high oil wells. The dilemma all lies in your inner virtues and principals. We are living infesting the souls of others, looking at this miraculous world with the eyes of others. Nothing is mine, not even my identity. It is painted by the exemplary trends nourished by the society.

“NOTHING IS AS DIVINE AND PURE AS YOUR SOUL” and I doubt it !!