The trip which told me- " We are losing "

Well this trip was different and in the end not so exciting as I normally like and also the fact that this might be the shortest trip experience I have ever written when you compare it to my past trip narratives. This trip really broke my back as you`ll see that I covered a distance of total 1000+ kms in some 20 hours in total.

This trip was my father`s official trip and he was not ready to leave me alone at home so I had no option but to chug along. From Lucknow the final destination was Haridwar with 2 halts in between. The trip was more about me witnessing destruction of nature in the name of so called development. It made me realize that we have waged a war in which we are the ultimate losers. Come with me as I take you onto this very very short trip. We set off from home quite early targeting reaching Moradabad at the end of the day. Headed towards Hardoi which has nice roads where cars can touch 100+ quite easily and that means that a lot of time can be saved. The road towards Sitapur is in quite bad condition so didn’t take it. It was an overcast day so I was busy with dark clouds and anticipation of rain and did not pay much heed to the trees around me ( which I would see on my return).

The overcast sky

Passing through Malihabad (the mango zone) I did see lots of mango trees and farms and also how much Lucknow had expanded into the far. As we left Hardoi through bypass, little children held up polythene packets with jamuns. Not the ones you would see in the market. There were jamun trees on either side of the road and they were plucking them and selling them at 10 bucks at pack. Weight wise they must have been some 300-400 gms but it did not matter to them that they were still not ripe. It was their way to earn quick bucks.

Now it was time to race on the National highway where smooth roads permit pushing to 120km/hr. Here is the first time I witnessed destruction of nature in the name of development. Trees had been cut blatantly while widening the highway. I doubt if I could see another sapling planted in place of the trees fell. I am a lunatic when it comes to trips as I am always on the lookout for scenic backgrounds which I can click of nature, personal pics are somewhat off limit for me. I was looking for a good pic but was disappointed. Halted at a roadside dhaba for lunch and after a break of 30 mins resumed journey. These breaks are important as I did not realize then but felt the need that I needed to getout from the passenger seat and stretch myself. My plans failed as it began to rain and I lost any opportunity I had of relaxing. By evening we had reached Moradabad driving in a downpour. I was returning to this city after 21 years.. The last time was when I was studying in class 4 in this city. A much needed rest for me and the day ended.

We headed to our next destination in the morning- Saharanpur. The distance was short in comparison to Lucknow - Moradabad so it was not going to take that much time. I was having fun with google maps the whole way and saw that how much useful it is on these types of trips. It told the exact roads and turns before confirming with the locals that it was correct. Remember the roads where trees on either side used to create an arch of leaves across the road?? Well I was searching for that exact shot but no luck uptill now. Although I did manage to take a shot of a hut in the so called fields when we did stop for some 15 minutes. I was experimenting with the modes on my phone and when it came out, it was a shot in which I would see some 3-4 colours in the single frame.

The shot which i managed to capture

Filtering sunlight

We reached Saharanpur by say 2 pm and I saw that how much crowded it was. After some rest, headed out to the temple of Shakumbhri Devi which is some 40 kms away. It was nice to see some greenery along the way, just how I like it. After about 1 hour we reached the Bhura dev temple and prayed. Its a saying that before praying at Shakumbhri devi , Bhura dev needs to be prayed ( he is said to be her guard). For more info about this temple search Wikipedia.

The important thing about this temple is that the way to this is through a “ रपटा “ . Its a river bed when its dry. You drive your vehicles through it but water can rush from any side at a minute`s notice and you can be washed away. Maybe the pics would give you a clear idea.

Thats a rapta..a dry river bed which can fill with water anytime by the river
without warning

I just shuddered thinking that what would happen to this place in the monsoons, right now its so dry and then it might be all water. Returned after the darshan and my body was so sore that I dropped all plans of market exploration and enjoyed the India Pakistan Hockey match on tv.

The next day was the last pit stop- Haridwar. Its only some 80kms away. Vacation ending time meant that there was a lot of traffic with many delhi vehicles plying on the road and massive jams as yet. After entering the city , just to cover a distance of some 7.5kms to our hotel, it took us some 70 minutes although we were headed out on the Dehradun road. The traffic police was busy issuing challans to people who were in a hurry and were breaking lines to get ahead. The problem was that the road to the left side was full of gravel to be widened and people were making use of that to get ahead. You can very well imagine how fast I was travelling without much proper rest. Apart from night sleep, I was not getting any proper rest. Dumping the luggage into the hotel and taking a small break we rushed to Rishikesh. On the way I did not see any greenery associated with hilly areas. Haridwar is considered the first plain where Ganga enters.

Colour of Ganga in Rishikesh

Ram jhoola in the background

All I could see was just people, houses and nothing more. Too much traffic really did made me uneasy which is not the case normally. Due to the monsoon, Ganga was a fast flowing brownish river ( with lots of mud from the hills). The flow was fast. In comparison to this , a small river that I had crossed while coming here was much cleaner and even saw tourists taking a bath in that. Taking you back to rishikesh. It was hot and humid there. We were near the Ram jhoola so decided to explore that. Its very less in width when it comes to the more famous Laxman jhoola. People drove their 2 wheelers over the bridge. Mean..c`mon yaar. People are finding it tough to walk with wind too swaying the bridge and you are honking to get past.

Thats how narrow the Ram jhoola is

The good thing was that due to the space constraint I did not see many people taking selfies as one miscalculation and the camera/ phone down in the river. 19 years had changed Rishikesh since I was here last time. Now the lanes adjoining the ghats were paved with shops selling eatables and people throwing garbage at their own will. There was not one garbage bin you could find. Talk about “ स्वच्छ भारत अभियान “. Only a few shopkeepers were having their own bins and they were trying to keep it clean. Years back there were not any shop at the current place. Went to the ghat to see the water and it was all mud I could see floating, but even then some people were busy taking a dip in that water. Nothing much to see after that. Returned to haridwar and on the way I saw half completed flyovers which were being made after clearing the green cover.

One pillar even had an ironical statement “ I am a tree, till the time I am there, you are alive”. Yeah right. Building concrete jungles after destroying green and then saying that trees are important. Even saw Delhi metro W.I.P diversion boards there. What are delhi boards doing in uttranchal?? I failed to understand. Put the customary visit to Har ki paudi for the evening aarti. It was a mad rush there. Hawkers were selling plastic sheets for 10 bucks to sit. The crowd grew as the time approached. As the aarti started, people at the back and on the left side formed a sort of boundary , took out their smartphones and started recording video. With cross ventilation blocked from the left side and majority of places all of a sudden, the heat rose and feeling suffocated, I got up and just ran a few mtrs away. People can sometimes go mad for such things that they rarely think about the inconvenience of others. My family too came after 2 mins. They were also feeling the same. I watched my backside and saw foundation remains of the bridges which were washed away in the floods. It gave a clear picture of the destruction nature was wrecked at that time. A new bridge had been constructed but I was doubtful whether it can weather another flood like that. The water remained same muddy as Rishikesh and here too the people were busy in their dip. Nobody seemed to mind the garbage that was flowing in it too.

We left the place as there was another danger of having being caught in stampede once the aarti got over. With this, my trip was officially over but what I saw on my return journey made me angry. On my return I saw very little green cover , the whole place was becoming deforested very very fast and we were kind of doing nothing. I thought that what would happen in a few years when climate change and global warming would become much more severe. Would sitting in closed AC rooms give us a solution? Once again I saw cut trees by the road in tons to widen “ roads” for “ development” , patches of trees left in vast lands. When I entered Hardoi, I got lucky and shot my arching tree pic which I was looking for. In a few years when there would be no plantation left, I could sell these pics at an auction and become a millionaire. 

                            

Lucky to get these shots on my return

From my hotel room...a lone tree standing which would fell one day

Notice the concrete construction? 

There`s a railway track up there...bet you wont be able to see it

Notice the deforestation?

See any trees around? 

From Hardoi to Lucknow there are hundreds of trees cut daily to build “ धर्मकाँटा” ( weighing places) at every few metres. In the current trend we would die much sooner than the normal prediction. As a nature lover, this trip was the worst I had although it did tell me the dark reality. We have started a war with nature and believe it or not, we have begun to loose. Pushing 500 kms in some 11 hours in a single day without any night halt really broke my joints and I also knew that Honda Amaze is the most uncomfortable car for long distances. As for my still aching back, I am looking for a pet elephant of somebody. Maybe he can walk over me and my pain can subside.. Anybody got an elephant? 

My arching tree shot... got it finally 

Whatever little forest is left now..and that too is damn thin

PACH 50: कुछ चंद अल्फाज़

अरे ओ PACH मुबारक हो यार तुम्हें अपना हैप्पी बर्थडे. 50 के हो गए तुम सिर्फ 23 महीनो में ही. सही है. मैं खुद भी पलट कर देखता हूँ तो मुझे भी विश्वास नहीं होता की मुझे भी तुमसे चिपके हुए 44 pach हो गए हैं. अनूप , आविका, मागो, विवेक और बाकीयो के साथ कितना लम्बा सफ़र तय कर आया पता ही नहीं चला. पता चलता है न... जब पुरानी फोटो देखता हूँ. तुम भी सोच रहे होगे की आज अचानक यह चिट्ठी कैसे ? अरसा हो गया है न मेरी तरफ से कुछ आये हुए तुम्हारे लिए ? पहले शुरू में pach खत्म होने से 2 दिन के अन्दर वो मेरा “ pach पुराण" आना... सिलसिला यूँ ही चलता रहा कि बस फिर एक दिन दिल ने साथ नहीं दिया तो फिर लिखना ही बंद हो गया वो. बस यार ऐसे ही लिखने का कुछ मन किया है आज .

इस बार भी आने का कुछ पक्का नहीं था. अब तो तुम खुद भी देखते हो की मैं आ नहीं पाता. 2-3 महीने तो ऐसे ही निकल जाते हैं पलक झपकते. इस बार नरेन्द्र तो आने के लिए इतना जोर दे गया जैसे मैं नहीं आऊंगा तो मेरी गर्लफ्रेंड किसी और से शादी कर लेगी. गर्लफ्रेंड तो नहीं हाँ बस एक लालच में ज़रूर गया था. सबसे मिलने का मन था ज़रा... नहीं बहुत ज्यादा. इतने वक़्त से जो जुड़ा हूँ तो काफी नाम ऐसे हैं जिनसे मिलने की बहुत हसरत
होती है. काफी नए लोग दिखे थे तो यह अंदाजा हो गया था की मेरी गैर हाजिरी में काफी नए लोग जुड़ चुके हैं. नरेन्द्र , विवेक से मिल कर बहुत अच्छा लगा. हैरी की ख़ुशी देखते ही बनती थी. और वो अश्लील लौंडा आशीष, कहता था की बहुत मिस किया मुझे. मैंने भी किया इन दोस्तों को. बाकी जो नहीं आये इस बार उनको तो आँखें बस ढूंढती ही रही .

नए, पुराने लोगों के जब जज़्बात सुने तो सच में बोलती बंद हो गयी यार. हँसाने , रुलाने और सोच में डालने वाली बहुत सी रचनाएँ थी. मैं तो बस सुनता जा रहा था. अब मैं इन लोगों की तरह इतना बेहतरीन नहीं लिख सकता न. यह लोग एकदम बढ़िया लिखते हैं की क्या कहूँ ? कहाँ कहाँ तक सोच लेते हैं. वाह. मैं तो एक कोने में बैठ कर बस सुन सकता हूँ. चीज़ें लिखना अब मेरे बस में नहीं यार. अब शब्द नहीं मिलते , जज़्बात तो किसी के साथ अब खत्म ही हो गए. तुम्हारे वजूद को छुपा कर रखना भी एक कला है pach . घर पे कोई नहीं जानता की तुम हो. यह कुछ चंद मेरी आखिरी चिठ्ठियों में से हैं तुम्हारे लिए, क्यूंकि पता नहीं की आगे कभी कुछ लिख भी पाऊंगा की नहीं ? जिन 70 लोगों से आज तक तुम्हारे ज़रिये जुड़ा हूँ वो बेहतरीन लोग हैं. बस कुछ बातें बताना चाहता हूँ. वो पुराण अब शायद ही कभी लिख पाऊं तुम्हारे लिए, खुद के लिए कवितायेँ और शब्द लिखता नहीं, दूसरों की याद में लिखना छोड़ सा दिया है. मेरे आने का इंतज़ार मत किया करना दोस्त, हम कभी किसी महफ़िल में ऐसे ही किसी कोने में चुपचाप बैठे किसी के अल्फाज़ सुनते मिल जायेंगे. जब कभी दोस्तों की याद आएगी तो चले आयेंगे.. ज़िन्दगी कब कहाँ ले जायेगी पता नहीं.. कलम अब धीरे धीरे रुकने लगी है, पता नहीं कब हमेशा के लिए थम जाए.. तुम अपना ख्याल रखना. तुमसे अब कब मुलकात होगी पता नहीं, कुछ कह नहीं सकते.. हम बस दोस्तों से मिलने आ जाया करेंगे कभी कभी.. 

A corporate lunch worth 7.50/-

Summer internship- the only time of the 2 months of an MBA`s life which is most entertaining , awesome thing which is the most looked into piece by everyone. Its exciting if your internship is fixed, scary if u havent got it still. The one I am about to tell you is a small incident of my internship with Reliance communication in Lucknow (my hometown ). Its about a lunch that we (4 people ) gobbled down at 7.50/- per head. Yep thats the cost which came to us.

Our field work required us to survey 200 mobile shops in the whole of lucknow. Mind you that it was the year 2008 when mobile were not so rampant as they are today and we were tasked to survey the mobile shops selling CDMA handset sales. We were a group of 5 people who had decided to divide the area between ourselves. We were a bunch of people coming from various institutes and places. 2 were from Lucknow university, 1 from amity, Me from jaipur and my neighbour Amit from Wellingkar. The only advantage – we all were from Lucknow basically.

The cafetaria was our board room. All our decisions and all happened there over endless cups of coffee ( which was free). We went to the office only when our project guide called us or we had something to discuss regarding the current status of the survey. So one day me and Amit went to the office around noon and saw Rajat and his partner having lunch. It was buffet system there and we sat down while we caught our breaths. The table around which we were sitting was partially obsured by a pillar. So that meant that me, amit and his partner were hidden from the view of the service counter. Rajat offered us lunch and being the lazy bunches we were we said yes without bothering to go and pick up plates. So he brings us lunch in the same plate in which he and his partner were eating ( just like you bring food for your family in your plate at weddings). We gobbled down the food three times. And not to forget it was full to the brim each and everytime sometimes even being overloaded.

Image is only representational

So a plate full of food was served 5 times between 4 people and the Service guy at the counter must have been wondering that how much food can one person eat? He could only see rajat with the plate. We 3 were completely hidden from the view. He could see that we had arrived but couldnt ask us to take another plate as he couldnt see us eating. That time one lunch cost us 30/- per plate and you can imagine how much did it cost us.. 7.50/- per person. That was a misery trick combined with laziness as we were hell bent on saving money. The company was not providing any stipend so we had decided to make the most of the oppurtunities which came by us.

So this was our 7.50/- corporate lunch and we all have a hearty laugh whenever we think about those awesome training days. It doesn`t get any cheaper than this.

Heroes: Soldiers - strongest link among the weaks (politics and media)

ये कूचे, ये नीलामघर दिलकशी के

ये लुटते हुए कारवाँ ज़िन्दगी के 

कहाँ हैं, कहाँ है, मुहाफ़िज़ ख़ुदी के 

जिन्हें नाज़ है हिन्द पर वो कहाँ हैं 

This is not a post for the weak hearted and Adarsh Liberals so do not go any further if you are out of your comfort zone. It really pains a soldier's heart if the blood of his brethren is not adequate to galvanize a nation. This nation is so ungrateful, the intelligentsia so spineless and intellectual class so bigoted that they will get mobilised by tragedies of Peshawar, Gaza or France however they are immune to our own suffering. Why? I will tell you why, because it is fashionable to get associated with a global cause, it makes you look cool, it is easier to talk about it sipping a single malt in a comfortable South Delhi mansion.

I do not condone any of the terror attacks happened anywhere in the world, not even in Pakistan. However, I would be candid, a terror attack in Peshawar wherein brethren of one enemy is killed by another has very limited relevance for me. I am aware I would be lynched for this statement but I would hold my ground. Ask anyone who has lifted the coffin of his brother, his comrade, how heavy is the load, it has the dreams of a young wife, it has the future of his children and hopes of his parents. My dear countrymen, it is far heavier than a small coffin.

Few of you will also chide me by saying that soldiers are paid to die. No sir, you are entirely incorrect. Soldiers are paid to protect the integrity of the nation, if you want canon fodder, hire mercenaries. This soldier is even denied a decent last journey, his bullet riddled remains are kept in a dilapidated parking yard in Delhi Airport as the designated place does not have the security clearance. The same place is opened every Thursday for devotees as there is a Peer Baba located there. Thank lord for small mercies that his olive green comrades will go out of their way to give him a befitting final journey.

His kids and wife are then part of an archaic system where pay stops the next day and pension starts in minimum 4-5 months albeit with arrears. Somebody ask these intellectuals do they even bother to think about a household where there will be no salary for five months but the stomach won't stop growling, the school fee won't stop and the electricity bill is still required to be paid.

The average youth of the nation also disappoints here, he is more bothered about mounting losses on Nestle and the two minute gruel. No candlelight march for his soldier, no white cap for his protector. 

Somehow, misery of Gaza always outshines misery of his own country. 

Coming to polity and bureaucracy, the less said the better. If initial reports are to be believed, they are contemplating deinduction of armed forces from the areas where the encounter took place. As a result, the brothers of the slain will be denied even a chance to seek retribution.

Last but certainly not the least, the most disappointing facet, the harbinger of moral compass, the fourth estate, the Media. Death of a soldier doesn't sell, period. So why even bother. 

A soldier is aware of the dangers involved in the life he has chosen. He also understands that every other profession is as important and everybody can not fight. Just give him dignity when he is alive and mourn for him when he fades away. That's it, nothing more, nothing less. 

I would end this note with an anecdote. Lt Saurabh Kalia who was one of the first casualty of Kargil War did not die of a gun shot wound. When his body was returned by Pakistan, his eyes had been gouged out, his ears and nose had been chopped, his entire body had cigarette and electric current burn marks, and his private parts had been cut and stuffed in his mouth and his mouth was sewn up. He was alive during the entire ordeal. Try selling the idea of 'Aman ki Asha' to his parents who were not allowed to see their son for one last time, try selling it to his comrades who indeed saw the body. Reconciliation comes easy in a comfortable home, not in an unforgiving bunker.

ज़रा मुल्क के रहबरों को बुलाओ

ये कुचे, ये गलियाँ, ये मंजर दिखाओ

जिन्हें नाज़ है हिन्द पर उनको लाओ 

जिन्हें नाज़ है हिन्द पर वो कहाँ हैं

The story behind this- Written by the CO ( Commanding Officer ) of 9 Rajput after the Manipur attacks, these are his thoughts. Forwarded to me on whatsapp by my childhood friend Ashish who himself is serving in the Indian Army and has seen postings in various places and action which no politician would let you know. The moment the first 2 lines hit me, it was an instantaneous decision to let the whole world know whats wrong with us. This letter didn’t deserve to be buried under tons of whatsapp messages, this deserved to be told so that the so called “ blind followers” of politicians and the so called “ aware” public should know how much and where they are wrong. 

Its a soldier asking questions to a blind country.

Heroes: 20 Souls

The remains of the truck in the manipur attack

20 Souls they were 

Planning their departure from their beloved motherland, leaving their burned bodies behind

20 Souls they were 

Who took an oath to protect their motherland through their selfless service

As they prepared their departure they took a glance at their bodies

They were burned, torn and unrecognisable

The smell of burning human flesh was sickening, “let’s depart soon”, they said

“Had it been for burning flesh of animals or cows it would have been of much interest to Media at least”

As they went up the sky they glanced down, the life was normal and peaceful in the country

All they could hear in the TV sets were news of mangoes and yoga

All they could see in the TV screens were the smiling face of the guard at the mango orchard

All they could read in the social media were scandals, IIT and Periyar.

Nameless they are because they aren’t the victims of Uber Kissing Scandals

Nameless they are because they aren’t the drivers who accompanied the Khan

Nameless they are because they aren’t the victims of human rights violations

Nameless they are because they are the MEN IN UNIFORM.

                  - Anonymous

                   From a bone cushing bunker
                  His soul riddled with the volley of unnamed bullets
                  Who have pierced the bodies of our own

The story behind this- This poem is written by one of the serving officer of the Indian Army who wished to remain anonymous because the soldiers feel the loss of their comrades and they speak for all because they all go through this and I am here as a medium to only share this. It is this anger and disappointment which sometimes seeps in the words of the soldier when 20 souls perished in the manipur attacks and more so happen at every corner of the country but no one pays heed.

Have you ever risen above the politics of the country , vote bank and given this thing a thought??For soldiers who were still young , but laid down their lives for the country and what did they got? Nothing... 

The men who perished

पूछो.... कभी सोचा है तुमने ?

पूछो उससे रौशनी का मतलब जो देख न सकता हो

पूछो उस बच्ची से घर वालों का मतलब जो मेले में खो गयी है

पूछो उस किसान से मेहनत का मतलब जिसकी फसल बर्बाद हो 

गयी 

पूछो किसी से इश्क का मतलब जिसने खो दिया किसी को हमेशा 

के लिए 

पूछो किसी से दर्द का मतलब जो तन्हाइयों में रातें काटता है 

पूछो किसी से वक़्त के मतलब जिसने किसी अपने को हादसे में 

खोया है 

पूछो उससे एक पल का मतलब जो रेस में दूसरे नम्बर पर आया 

है

पूछो उससे अपनों का मतलब जिसका इस दुनिया में कोई न हो 

पूछ सकते हो किसी से ?

पूछो उस चिड़िया से आजादी का मतलब जो तुम्हारे घर के कोने में 

एक पिंजरे में क़ैद रोज़ पंख फड़फाड़ती अपने रिहा होने की राह 

देखती है

पूछो पत्नी की उन तरसती आँखों से बेचैनी का मतलब जो देर रात 

घर न आये पति की राह में दरवाज़े की ओर टकटकी लगाये रहती 

हैं

पूछो एक औरत से माँ न बन पाने का दुःख 

कभी तुमने पूछा है किसी बच्चे से उसका दुःख की जब वो औरों 

की तरह चल फिर नहीं सकता , उन माँ बाप के दिल पे रोज़ 

कितने तीर चलते होंगे यह सोचा है कभी ?

कभी पूछो उस बच्चे से बोल न पाने का दर्द या कभी आवाज़ न 

सुन पाने की एक अधूरी सी ख्वाहिश

                             

पूछो उन माँ बाप की जद्दोजहद दुनिया से जो रोज़ लड़ते हैं अपने बच्चे को दुनिया में बराबरी का दर्जा दिलवाने को क्यूंकि दुनिया कहती है वो अलग है

पूछो हाथ में चाय की ट्रे पकड़े उस लड़की के दिल का हाल जिसे देखने आने वालों का फिर कोई जवाब नहीं आया

पूछो उस पल पल इंतज़ार का मतलब जो तुम्हारा पालतू कुत्ता तुम्हारे आने के वक़्त तक करता है, दरवाज़े की चौखट पे बैठे कदमो की आहट सुनने को बेताब

पूछो उस पिता के दिल का हाल जब तक बेटी घर न आ जाए सही सलामत

पूछो भूख का मतलब उस लड़के से जो भरी दोपहरी में रोटी के लिए अपने कंधे पर झोला लटकाए कूड़ा बटोर रहा है

पूछो सामाजिक तिरस्कार का मतलब वृन्दावन की उन विधवाओं से जो अपनी ज़िन्दगी इन्ही गलियों में काटती हैं, आने जाने वालों के सामने हाथ फैलाए

पूछो बोझ होने का मतलब उन बूढे माँ बाप से जिनकी औलाद उन्हें वृधाश्रम में छोड़ गयी हैं

कभी सोचा है तुमने यह सब ?

पूछो घर की छत का सुकून उन फुटपाथ पे सोने वालों से

पूछो मजबूरी का मतलब उस वैश्या से जो रोज़ अपना बदन बेचती है चंद नोटों के लिए

पूछो ज़माने की उम्मीदें उन भारी बस्तों के बोझ तले दबे उन छोटे बच्चों से जो रोज़ एक मशीनी दौड़ दौड़ते हैं

पूछो फ़र्ज़ का मतलब उस फौजी से जो देश की खातिर गोलियां खा रहा है हर मौसम और लोग तब भी उसके बारे में नहीं सोचते

पूछो ......

The story behind this- All of us are experts in giving a general advice and console others by saying that atleast your situation is better than him/her without realizing that everyone`s fight is different and what might seem to be a trivial matter to you might be very big for the other person. This poem attempts to ask the person to step into the shoes of the other person and then think of the situation and how bad it is. If we can feel that thing, than maybe we wont give the advice that we give.

Secondly , we generalize things just by looking at them without knowing the back story. These lines put you into the real stories and what they are made of. What might just be bad luck for you, might be a lot of his effort that anyone had put in.

Its time to be humane once again.