I and the two diverging roads in the wood....

With due apologies to Mr Robert Frost,by the sheer power of man's procreation levels there are no paths left less travelled by now....all have been trudged...all have been laid...milestones put..probable destinations marked at cross-roads....you can still turn right in an alley where others have taken left but even for that you have to first take the highway along with scores of others in the past and hundreds in the future.And there are chances that you will still be identified by the common highway where you would think you have made a mark in the alley.Moreover the desire to take a different path might in itself be a weakness.So now that i have liberated myself from the obligation of being different, i need to treat all my choices subjectively and there you see all clarity fades.Each one is on his own there.So sometimes in winter fog reigns so supreme that you can neither look back cause its irrelevant and nor ahead cause its not possible.So however weird the path chosen may look to people in broad sunlight...there would be reasons why it was chosen,need not be right reasons..but reasons nonetheless.Each one of us will face this moment of truth one time or many times perhaps and we realise..just like it was for him...it's grey and haze that dominates and not black or white.So you need not be in glass houses to have the wisdom of not throwing stones at others...solid bricks crumble,walls become so brittle with time that a gentle breeze can bring them down .

whether it's RCC or glass it's better to keep our stones in our pockets.