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Why to Blame others?

It's very easy to blame others, but it's most difficult to accept our own folly. Whatever we are facing today is our own making. No government or organization has come to Earth naturally. It is our wisdom or agreement which has established the institutions. Since institutions are failing, do we have courage to accept our own fault or we will continue blaming someone for our own miseries? Nobody helps unless one helps oneself. It's time to face the fact that our priority has never been health-care or education, except a few heroic acts of a few people. We live in a "culture of power", whereas becoming a doctor or teacher to serve the people is not a desirable goal. We love a culture of celebrity. And except few, celebrities are not interested in the suffering of poor people. We have Indian Idols, Cricket Idols, Political Idols, Bollywood Idols, but do we have a doctor idol, teacher idol, or  farmer idol? Do we value labour which makes our society possible? I know, it's the most difficult time we are facing. No knowledge or philosophy is appropriate in this moment but but to save life as much as possible. It is a situation of national health emergency. And our anguish is not a remedy of such a grievous malady. It's about care for each-other. Unless we see our life and society beyond the prism of political parties, our suffering is our own making for which no one is to blame.

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