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Banglore burns, yet Again!

What are Karnataka and Tamil Nadu quarreling about? That’s one question common amongst the adolescents in the country. Do they have a border dispute, just like Kashmir and Pakistan? The answer to these questions is ‘Water’. No rewards for guessing what expression they’ll have on their faces when they know the reality. They are still naïve and do not understand the political intricacies attached to such incidents.
Every individual would be having his own opinion about the incident. And they might have let their emotions errupt. Girish is one amongst them. But no guesses why he has been made a scapegoat of the Cauvery verdict. It’s just because he is a well known figure and the statement made by him is not in sync with the fellow Kannadigas. The fact is that Kannadigas are highly sentimental sect of the society. They have their own way of expression emotion – whether grief, sorrow, excitement or anger. Whether it’s related to sudden death of an eponymous film star, kidnapping of a regional celebrity, hanging of a dictator or some political upheaval; the vociferous Kannadigas ruining the city (Public or Private Property, irrelevant) is a common site. You can have a glimpse at the Buses and Autos converted to ashes on any national channel when such an incident happens.
As far as the division of the Cauvery water is concerned, it’s a natural resource. It’s not indigenous to Karnataka, Tamil Nadu, Kerala or infact any other state where it passes through. Should Arunachal Pradesh, where Sun casts its first shadow in the country deny rest of India the sunlight it receives? Doesn’t it become imperative on us to share our resources with the needy? Is our solemn motive to only become the highest GDP contributor for the country? It’s an old adage “Charity begins at home”. Isn’t Karnataka a so called Home for the Kannadigas? Can’t they adapt a magnanimous approach and let go off a little water to the neighboring states?
Just let your conscience answer all your questions. Giving away a modicum from your share won’t affect you, but it would do wonders for the needy. The world is like a mirror, it merely mirrors and gives back to every man teh reflect of his own face. Who knows, the States we are fighting today might lend you a hand when you are mired in trouble waters.

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