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Left.....Right

2016 is in its last few minutes. At least that's the case in India. The news guy told us that New Zealand has already welcomed 2017. That's the funny thing about time. It is relative. Like most things are. Pardon me monsieur, for I am not an absolutist.

I am not even sure if i would be able to complete this before 2016 ends here. It does not matter anyway. What difference does a few minutes make? The earth keeps on rotating. The universe probably keeps on expanding. We keep on breathing. 

There are a lot of 'Fuck You 2016' memes floating around. It is funny how we have decided to blame a period of time for our actions and the state we find ourselves in. (Okay I did not make up that last sentence. I read it somewhere.)

Talking about 2016, was it actually that bad? I don't know. If you are cringing about how some of the right wing fringe groups have bestowed upon themselves to act as the defenders of nationalism and patriotism, then you should probably look up to the west. No, not the Westeros. I am talking about the United States. That's what we normally do, right?

The west has chosen as their leader, an extreme right wing advocate, who taught us that global warming is a myth, and more importantly that women are to be grabbed by the pussies.

Are you watching closely? Do you see a pattern emerging here? The world has moved more right-wing it seems. Couple that with the fact that left wing champion Fidel Castro has bid-adieu.

On a minuscule personal level, I too experienced some significant changes this year. For starters, I started working. I also tried my hand at table tennis. If you know me personally, you might be aware that I am not much into sports and games. If you don't know me personally, you just read that I am not much into sports and games. Also, I tend to be a lefty while at games. I am not a lefty in the true sense of the word. I write using my right. But if I am to bowl an over, I would use my left. Same is the case if I am at a game of badminton or table-tennis. 

Since these games do not come naturally to me, my first few days sucked real bad. Some of my co-players were amused at the sight of a left hand holding the bat.

'Are you sure you are a lefty?' I think so. 
'Do you write using your left?' No.
'Try playing using your right hand then.'

As expected, I fared even worse. Like the people of Kerala who chose the left government in a right moving world, I too decided to continue with my left. When the right is not right, you pick what is left. Also, it is a matter of balance. Right and left got to coexist. Well, the rant ends. I do not really have much to say. A new year is in the making. Make it good and happy.


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So I was on my way to buy fish, when my maths teacher from school came down there. Before I could say hello, she started shouting at no one in particular - 'Why all this silence? Is this a classroom?' Apparently, she too believed in the balance. I waved at her with my left hand.
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