A Man and his problem

What should I write about... what do I write about.... wish there were easier answers to this question... .sadly answers to questions are often not easy but tough.... not because they are inherently tough but because he tend to complicate matters and then tend to show our expertise by trying to resolve them....

So silly... isn't it?

We first dig a big hole, then walk around it... find it deep and insurmountable and then as if we want to play the tragedy king to perfection.. .and so jump into it..... excellent... taaliyaan! And then while the entire world gasps in horror, we make a big enough hue and cry about the fall.... and then somehow manage to crawl out of it.... And the world is made to think what a GREAT miraculous escape this one was....

Fiat Accompli.....!!!

And we are back to being the martyr that we piously think we are.....

Of course... we are but..... hello.... who created that puddle first? would there be a puddle if you had NOT created it in the first place?

The problem is we all want to be heroes.... a simple enough solution is no solution... the problem has to be converted to a monumental size and then of course..... viola.... there we are the perfect solution to our own perfect problem....

Whoever said... Man is imperfect never understood perfection.... we are the most perfect specimens of imperfection that can ever be....

As Kabir Das says:

रंगी को नारंगी कहें,
बने दूध को खोया,
चलती को गाड़ी कहें,
ये देख कबीरा रोया.....