Writing a bad story has been an endeavor for a story writer all the time in all the ages.The singularity of impression is hard to keep without losing some of the story in parts of the imagination. Since such few know the smart language that English has consequently become, and washing dirty lingerie in the public and venting anguished P.B.Shelley tears (”In Vain the smiling morning shines, and weep the more because I weep in vain) on the ways of the ever so unfitting government and tax policies (as per the standard of living and comfort) for the people of West Bengal , which is in the Eastern side of the mainland that is called the Indian subcontinent has always been the bounty of the sinister state where administration is appalling.
This state where I live has yet to come to terms with the cosmopolitan nature of the community living and writing any type of story, be it politically hitting or purely for entertainment will not incur any sysytematic enumeration.The American stance of say “no problem” will not find good suitability into this regime that has been over simplified from the years that have seen the revolution in 2G, 3G and several other services which the eminent people in great posts, irrespective of the heirarchy or gender cannot appropriately be in the position to use, owing to the competitiveness and corruption or the ‘Red Eye’ from the private sector that does not hand in hand succumb to the notions and functionality of the center: the center as in the head or apex or zenith of the system administration.
If India has to levy a standard for its consistently denigrating/degrading policy and democracy, the P.M must understand that it is perhaps too late for a discussion.A phase has come about whereby India is no longer a state for the people, and maybe it is by the people: but the question is how many of those people who have made it are completely aware that it is their country and state.
