Too Close to the Madding Crowd

Rallying the troops and the mismanaged middle class, to be a part of the desired change is a noble, albeit optimistic thought that will most realistically come to naught.

With governments falling apart, political frenemies shifting uncomfortably and money getting tucked everywhere – from Swiss accounts to fat mattresses, the fortress of stoic helplessness has at least been breached, but family politics, state, centre or otherwise continues unabashedly, facing speed bumps heroically and with scripted sound bites, as more money and power exchange hands.

But this is small comfort for those of us who have been hung out to dry so often by incompetent systems and institutions, who are looking at miraculous overnight transformations, hoping political rats would change into respectable, society-serving butlers.

Whimsical much?

The fall-out of a large scale movement that started off nobly and became revolutionary in the wake of similar such political, public demonstrations, might be romantically enriching, but realistically, leaves one to deal with the insect bites.
Incompetency continues, legal dramas unfold, family loyalty is withheld and constitution once again gets hoodwinked under legalese, political clout and a glib-tongued lawyers.