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Move On....WTH???

I have been noticing a new trend nowadays...... Nowadays, its become fancy and a 'fashionable' thing to say... "Oh this is being blown out of proportion ... Just shove it aside and move on." Seriously, when some incident in India happens, be it bomb blasts, terrorist attacks, or corporate frauds or more such incidents this is a common dialogue or statement heard all round!! Phew....

There is a majority of people who want to discuss this in the political context and dish out opinions and ideas and the political repercussions and possible failure of the ruling party......... There is another portion of people who are some kind who like to look at the 'human' side of an event and gain some mileage (for him/herself of course) and of course they only talk about it...... they don't do anything of course...

There is another very small portion of people who do some very serious analysis of the situation and actually talk some real sense and of course its not 'interesting'. Ok this, WTH bothers me wat is happenin arnd....now I see a common comment from people who dont want to concern themselves with the views of the category of people mentioned above. These guys, actually are very smart, they have their own opinion on the situation, which is actually a logically and very sensibly correlated view of all the categories which were mentioned above. No, very very smart I must say. You sit all through and read and follow an incident totally and read all the things and follow all things being said. Then, you form a brilliant opinion and tell people "Stop blowing.....blah blah..." :)

My take, "Smart men learn from their own mistakes, Wise men learn from mistakes of others." So, I wud rather say, every thing deserves a fair share of attention :D !!!
Sometimes going down to the root cause of certain issues may help us identify the weaknesses in a system as a whole and take a corrective course. Maybe, only maybe, India did figure out certain issues tat could lead to an economic crisis and probably that made our Finance minister take corrective measures. I am not saying this 'is' the truth. I am saying it could have been a possibility :D. Learning from the past is a very important trait that could help us better our future. I am not a person who lives in the past. Wen someone says, "Stop giving all attention to blah blah...". Remember, they know the whole thing. They have learned already. Don't listen to them and miss out on what you mite need to know :D.

I learn from the past,
Implement corrective measures in the present...
Only just to have a better future. :D !!

Does tat imply I am wise?? :P :P

P.S: Nope... this is not a vague post
P.P.S: Trust me, some of these learnings from larger incidents could always be applicable in certain situations in our own personal lives (at a lower level of course) and tat makes it important for 'individuals' to learn from such incidents/events!!
P.P.P.S: You might want to read SRK's post before reading this :) That post of course 'inspired' me to write this one :D

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  1. I am confused.....or be im not!

    --Swat

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  4. @SRK ... i swear i dunno wat tat meant :D

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  5. You might want to read SRK's post before reading this :) I have noticed this line only after reading the whole post .

    Regarding post topic, everyone including those smart men wants to take perfect use ( misuse ) of the incident and ultimately make it complete shit.

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  6. very true.... very very true Harsha!!!! :D :D!!

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