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December Rain - 6

It is no longer a fascinating story. It has become routine again now as it was before. The media has to invent new ways to keep me interested. I was talking about women safety. I was talking about women rights. I was talking about laws and punishments for the crime against them. Together with my friends, I shared posts on social media with the hope that every single voice counts and that is the way we bring change in this world. I remember the Delhi girl instance . I also realise that more cruel and more brutal of this are still happening around. That is fine, at least ignorable, I have something else to talk now. And so are my friends.

I choose a land in a posh area and I know how to buy it in less time and whom to pay. I build a beautiful house, yes decorated with exotic lights, thanks to the electricity board for the quick connection.I keep two rooms at the top - inexpensive enough so that I can demolish it when the Government doesn't like it. How can the 2G spectrum be auctioned less than the market price? I hate and I am against all these scams and corruptions in my country. I talk about it and so are my friends.

 I am teaching my son about the ways to get protected himself from the bad things. But then, I teach him the bad too, after all, without knowing the bad he can't fight against it. Of course, the bad thing about the bad is that it can entice you easily and take you to its side. And the worse is that the bad can come coated as good too. Anyway, I am not expecting my son to be a great leader in the future and demolish all the things I myself wish, I myself fail to destroy now. I just want him to be a good son and possibly a good person for the people around him. This good is just the normal and normal is the way of living. I don't want him to be the purest, because, pureness and perfectionism are not of worldly things. I live in this world and so are my friends.

December Rain - 6

How hard it is to define something as right or as wrong! Zillions of factors come in the way which no one can think and analyse. I am just lost in some foolish ideology or annoying politics or unrealistic religious beliefs and so on. I have to surrender to the enormity of all these powers. I am no longer interested in fighting against those evils as they got too many forms. I alone can do nothing. I need God to protect me. I can't drop Him. I need Him to protect me, forever! I am one of those normal persons and I will remain like this till my last breath - breathing alone is my life.

Kovil Pillai P.

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