Every national machine on this earth has its own characteristics.And each has its own laws and maintenance... Who dares and how one can say whether it is good and how it shall move against shortcomings like corruption?circumstances are crowding it and giving it a special impulse making it dull at one time and quicker at another.Feed the national life with the fuel it want, but the the growth is its own. Corruption are in society.It is everywhere.Who dares to say i am not corrupt? Somewhere personally, socially, professionally... everyone has got this evil. It is like chromatic rheumatism.From foot to head then to somewhere else.It is a question of chasing it from place to place.It is false to try to remedy corruption.Work and corruption are eternally co joined.The obverse and reverse of the same coin.If you have one you must have the other same as wave in the ocean must be at the cost of hollow somewhere.This is the law which we should have to follow,balance or equate.If it is not someone is in greater fault or corrupt, creating problem in the smooth run of national machine..
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Friday, February 11, 2011
WORK AND ITS MANAGEMENT
VISION
A few days ago, i felt darkness in my room. I found a trace of ray coming from the window which was closed, but due to negligence of carpenter, edges are imperfect. I looked outside through the imperfect edges.
I saw an assembly through it. Obviously, vision was not clear so, out of the four parts of window i opened one of them. Now i could see few faces then i opened the other part ,few more were there, more of this i opened the whole window and the whole assembly was revealed; now the window had become identified with the assembly. What i realize is the assembly was same, it does not changes neither me. The change occur to the window, through which different visions were reflected.This is what we need a change in our vision. The assembly is same as the world and all we have to do is open the window so we could join the assembly and able to think..
I saw an assembly through it. Obviously, vision was not clear so, out of the four parts of window i opened one of them. Now i could see few faces then i opened the other part ,few more were there, more of this i opened the whole window and the whole assembly was revealed; now the window had become identified with the assembly. What i realize is the assembly was same, it does not changes neither me. The change occur to the window, through which different visions were reflected.This is what we need a change in our vision. The assembly is same as the world and all we have to do is open the window so we could join the assembly and able to think..
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