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An old Physics teacher, the one whom I looked up to, once told me it doesn't matter what you know. What matters is if you can tell what you know. He was referring to my very disturbing habit of eating up steps while proving theorems. I always used to skip the very obvious steps thinking the examiner would know that I know. Not surprisingly, as it seems now, I lost marks here and there. But after that brief talk which was more of a lecture though, and a couple more, I realized what he was trying to tell and I did correct those mistakes. But today, four  or five later, I find the saying true, but in a different setting.
Today we see people commenting on various political parties, their ideologies, social issues, their causes and criticism, preach feminism with blindfolded eyes, and propaganda of all sorts. These people sit in their comfort zones, in their warm rooms with phones and computers with thousands of rupees, with good internet facilities that too is not cheap in any existing universe, and comment about the shivering people on the road and about those who can't even spell internet. People with their fancy degrees, working in their lavish offices working to bring more cushions into their lives preach about things they hardly do anything about. It occurs from the face of it that people know their society well.
One, they don't. And two, even if we suppose they do, what do they do for it. A very small percentage of the so called preachers actually step foot out in the real realm. And ironically, a very small percentage of the actual workers propagate. So even if you know about the problems, even if you can make amends, instead of proving your vocabulary on the blue platforms in the short forms that are very "cool" when decoded, did you actually take a step.
That old saying came with a very new inference today. Just my writing the steps are the steps people need to take. At the end of the day, it does not matter what you could have done or what you would have done. Those are pretty easy things. What really matters is what you did. That is the difficult part. So take a break from touching likes and comments, and run some errands which are more worthwhile.

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  1. Test31 January 2015 at 02:05

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  2. Test31 January 2015 at 02:05

    True that

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  3. Kaushik31 January 2015 at 06:48

    Great thoughts in you post. Knowledge is important, so is an efficient way to express it.

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  4. Pragya31 January 2015 at 16:19

    Loved what I read. But just to add, we often hear that it's the thought that counts. So, if someone sitting in their AC room's write about a barefoot man on the road, his pain, his anguish, his helplessness, and the factors leading to that appalling condition, that someone has done his job. If nothing else s/he has made 'you' and 'I' think about that barefoot man and probably one of us would help him out in our own small way (probably).
    I say, what's wrong in that?
    I have a problem with those who claim to bring the much hyped development, better living condition for all, high income, low poverty ratio, so on and so forth. The people who are assigned to do that job, the people who are suppose to implement the policies that would bring the much needed change they talk about. Well, now according to your article, who am I to question them. I'm not in their shoes, I don't know about the ground realities and hence, I should refrain from commenting. But, again, going by that dictum, where are we heading to?
    Today, I might not have adequate resources, be it, financial aid or the authority to bring about the change, I want to see. But, I, do have a pen and a paper or a laptop and a net connection, to put my thoughts on and let the world know about it.

    P.S. Do not take this in a wrong way, all I want to say is, 'its the thought that counts'. The actual doing is important, no denying, but those who can't or they think they can not or they simply don't want to do and are still writing about it, I think, they are doing way more than those who refuse to do even this.

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    1. Sudhir Swarup1 February 2015 at 03:09

      I totally agree deeds. Those gestures on blue platforms are efforts too.

      Thanks. 😊

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