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The Foggy Beard




While on my return from office, the foggy streets had a different color. The street lights, with their yellow light all scattered, expressed their inability to do their job. Traffic was in a funny bewilderment with honks and blinking indicators, supplicating each other to rely fully on common sense. The street dogs wailed for their little ones were subjected to the natural selection.

I switched on the TV. Somebody was on air. But his voice was as bleak as the hoary white patch of his beard. His dull and dreary words were scattered by the monotone of his insensitive voice. And his cold mien was inviting a dense suspension of fog on his intent. The few words which he spoke became clear after the news channel started throwing them repeatedly on TV screen. And they were plane, grey and lifeless.

Next morning there was more fog, more bewilderment and zero transparency. A common man was in complete disconnect with his genuine demands. Street dogs had been tired of wailing. The color of day had changed to the color of an Underachiever’s hoary white beard. Tragic Figure of the country became evident when sunlight grappled with its arrival to the city.



He was silent for a long time. People protested against the toothless law to counter rape in India, following the disgusting incident of 16 December 2012, Delhi. He chose to speak yesterday in his typical inconsequential manner with a #theek hai gaffe. He will be known for setting a bad example for his rank - let things seep through time by being silent.

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