Things fall apart

"Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world"

- W. B Yeats.



Amidst sunrise and powercuts; premature monsoon and immature drainage systems; Gorkhaland blues and deforestation greens; inflation and banned smoke rings and etc., the government is falling apart. One must applaud them, however, for all the great things that they have bestowed upon the nation.

Always give these honest men their due.

A dog, residing within a 500 m radius of yours truly, has bitten his canine mate. The dog is dead. Well, both are dead. One, because the bite was deep and bloody. The other, because people trying to save the other dog hit him with bricks and one hit his head. Both, I repeat, are dead.

There is a place yours truly goes to. The place is quite nice with many trees and a couple of ponds. There were bridges, they say, but someone burnt them down. There are dogs and birds and fishes and windmills. All of these merge together and make the place a nice place. But the nice place is also aflame. There are a few very intelligent men and women who want certain things. They want it so badly that they are throwing tantrums. They are shouting so loud that the nice place is noisy and uncomfortable. They are not just loud, they are black and blue and red and they want to break break break break things down. Sadly is a terrible adverb. It has a sour taste and never looks good when put together with things you love. But sadly, you are they. Yours truly is they too. We are they. In this loop of incomprehensible pronouns, I am getting lost somewhere.

Did I tell you that the dogs died? Both?