And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
– T.S. Eliot ( The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock )
There will be a time, soon, when the Great Indian Tamasha will no longer be about vote banks and vote buying. Murders and rapes. Intimidators and the intimidated.
When it will be about people making informed choices about the way they want to be governed. Which to me, means less and less of governance, and more and more of self-reliance. Less of rules, more of rights AND responsibilities.
Less of clowns looking to ban anything they don’t understand, as a solution to problems they don’t understand, created because of following policies they don’t understand. And more of debates about these issues.
Huh? Who? Where? Whadda…?! Oh… i must have fallen asleep.