Ghosna patra different from pehchan patra
AS parties across political spectrum declare their ghosna patra different from pehchan patra, which some of the visible commodities across nation have been lucky enough to possess and prosper, this declaration has extreme ramifications. A true declaration through poll manifesto provocation truly reflects their commitment to a broad range of activities they wish to commit to. Impending and imperative have been the polls as in some states some members have ceased to function in an environment that has largely been dictated by civil reps and some seeking mandate for their sons and other yet to be traced gems.
Some parties made this declaration in the nick of time before poll bugle could be sounded; some wish to declare when poll cycle is yet to be winded and some believing in the power of the posseable leading them to declare when the poll heat has truly and completely settled down. Truly assuming that the numbers required to form the government won't be there leading to another poll bugle sooner than people can share least desirable would be two rounds of wear and tear in a single year and this by no means is rare.
THe declaration is by politically and permissibly floating parties, released from conditioning camps where the literature for poll manifesto has been prepared in lightning speed and with enough lights. Detailing the activities and their abilities in the run up to polls, post declaration of results and the toll it would have on opposite groups and the arithmetic required if and ever they are tantalising close to forming a visibly formidable one. Hysterical ascension too gets a window where the manifesto manifests the desire that if and ever they are prevented from taking a shot at government formation, they won't be short of hyperbole immersion to paint the other side as dysfunctional.
ON economy most parties are committed to a broad growth target on the back of a tamed inflation. Tamed inflation would be secured courtesy the least cessation of hostile elements who would be at every nook and cranny of district markets preventing any attempt by any household or bulk of the same to go for bulk purchase. Once bulk purchase ceases to exist, measly would be the existence of those who wish to roar and manicured would be the budgets of those lying near their shore. As for optimistic growth and yet to float, projections would be revised every week citing extraneous factors for the growth having hit a road bump. Factors could be refusal of floating population which floated to their territory in search of jobs and refusing to float back as they had some other preoccupation to watch. Economy feast not coming along could also be traced to less visible revenue coming to government as there was less visibility of people visibly shaken to consume government services partially visible during the day and available during night rage.
On agriculture the parties hope to provide a level playing field to those having transformed as agriculturist and yet not losing temptation of being fascist. Equal would be the numbers of those holding on to a land and those determined to make the other side lose its grip and if either side runs out of manpower, the govt. would be determined to fill in. With a slugfest truly remaining alive round the year, and this picture looking repetitive in most districts that a state can wear, the government would dismiss this as handiwork of the opposition to discredit them from even registering a decimal point growth admission. As the manifesto declares free entry to hospitals and those housing doctors and no beds, the government would paint this pathetic picture on step motherly treatment meted out by the central government which in turn it would blame on the inhospitable treatment it gets left right and centre from its allies and nation states aligned along the border and are not wise.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Tuesday was historic for miles covered on foot and with no mouth shoot
Tuesday was historic for the miles covered on foot and the destinations accessed with no mouth shoot
SEtting out on a tuesday, Jan 24th, it was an occasional reminder that miles unknown to mankind and probably those residing in tubes and with no shine had to be covered on foot. Started at 10 in the morning from Jhandu Singh Marg as those who set out during this hour have Jeene Ki Aaag. Coming underneath a flyover that went overhead, turned right to bring the circulation in the legs. Few minutes later i was face to face with a public convenience outlet, the ones which are dexterously engaged by moving and disappearing public to release pressure from their tools of succession.
Aware of the impending hazards i stepped down before approaching the ladder that led to such convenient utilities conveniently built for convalescing public. On the left lane which took me to government flats and fame i walked past them to reach INA den. FRom here taking left was the sole course letting me to go up and down the Safdarjung Flyover(here safdarjung is spelled with jung) with a renewed force. At the peak of the flyover was an ad hoarding commensurate with people loitering and in the process urinating. Perhaps the public convenience utility was the much desired object here as public desire to release liquid when they are at the peak of a flyover road that has undergone wear and tear.
Coming down the flyover i come across Hindi typing, writing hoarding next to a postal department office which has its own setting. Down from elevated to plain road, the elementary rules of the game suggested that i take pedestrian cake. Past Jor Bagh bus and metro stand and on to a path leading to SafdarJang's tomb, the time had come to shed the fun and bring more element to my walking ton.
Past Shiv Mandir and past first stretch of Tughlaq Road, the first halt was at Hanuman Home (10.45am) which remains open through the day as it engineers tuesday fray. Taking the road further the first semi circle cut i take brings a query from a man on a cycle wave. The Cong office query leads me to tell him to take the Akbar road which so far has no sizeable load.
Turning right from Krishna Menon Marg, it is Sunehari Bagh and the unbelievable quieteness that keeps it from capital clutter apart. The idea of going down the Rajpath, which would eventually lead me to ITO Art Gallery, gets defeated as the Rajpath has been closed to interventions due to republic day revelations. Equally revealing is the road i have to take and finally settle for Dr Rajendra Prasad Road which finally leads to Andhra Bhawan. Before AP Bhawan could be accessed i come across untamed release of water from a pipe of a government accommodation and this showed the insensitivity of denizens knowing well the scarcity of water and losing it is no fun.
Going past Ashoka Road and Hyderabad House few metres away is a signboard of Sarvochhaya Nyalaya. Turn left from there and i am close to apartments with their share of foyers. Red Chillies i wasn't supposed to get hamstrung and the idol of Lord Hanuman was my next halt located on the right turn. From there the rush is towards Delhi Gate and in between another Hanuman Home that has a left gate. It is probably 12 and here stepping past the Delhi Gate red light i can see some sections of Red Fort and its height. Before i could access the Red Fort i come across one roadside vendor near a library selling adult literature which leads to long line of adulterated happenings in society. Adult probably was his line of convenience and this reminds me of Kapoor Book Shop in Nathdwara Bus Stand, who is equally adept in making available to awaiting audience the adult nuances that they have never lent and sent. Not to be bogged down by such adulterated attempt i carry on with my journey. In another 20-odd minutes i am opposite Red Fort and here one gentleman has clinically observed my clinical pattern of speaking to myself. Here again, not to be clinically washed away by his observation i go past Digamber Jain Mandir and Ballimaran pointing races. Go straight and then turn left and in another 15 minutes i am in Yamuna Bazar and the congregation there suggests most have Khwaishein hazar.
The miles i took on foot with no mouth shoot clearly suggest that walking for hours together in Delhi's Shine has a plausible possibility given pedestrian stretches are no rarity. Still, the Kolkata Pedestrian Plus has its imaginative beat as you go past heat and a crowd that is not on retreat.
SEtting out on a tuesday, Jan 24th, it was an occasional reminder that miles unknown to mankind and probably those residing in tubes and with no shine had to be covered on foot. Started at 10 in the morning from Jhandu Singh Marg as those who set out during this hour have Jeene Ki Aaag. Coming underneath a flyover that went overhead, turned right to bring the circulation in the legs. Few minutes later i was face to face with a public convenience outlet, the ones which are dexterously engaged by moving and disappearing public to release pressure from their tools of succession.
Aware of the impending hazards i stepped down before approaching the ladder that led to such convenient utilities conveniently built for convalescing public. On the left lane which took me to government flats and fame i walked past them to reach INA den. FRom here taking left was the sole course letting me to go up and down the Safdarjung Flyover(here safdarjung is spelled with jung) with a renewed force. At the peak of the flyover was an ad hoarding commensurate with people loitering and in the process urinating. Perhaps the public convenience utility was the much desired object here as public desire to release liquid when they are at the peak of a flyover road that has undergone wear and tear.
Coming down the flyover i come across Hindi typing, writing hoarding next to a postal department office which has its own setting. Down from elevated to plain road, the elementary rules of the game suggested that i take pedestrian cake. Past Jor Bagh bus and metro stand and on to a path leading to SafdarJang's tomb, the time had come to shed the fun and bring more element to my walking ton.
Past Shiv Mandir and past first stretch of Tughlaq Road, the first halt was at Hanuman Home (10.45am) which remains open through the day as it engineers tuesday fray. Taking the road further the first semi circle cut i take brings a query from a man on a cycle wave. The Cong office query leads me to tell him to take the Akbar road which so far has no sizeable load.
Turning right from Krishna Menon Marg, it is Sunehari Bagh and the unbelievable quieteness that keeps it from capital clutter apart. The idea of going down the Rajpath, which would eventually lead me to ITO Art Gallery, gets defeated as the Rajpath has been closed to interventions due to republic day revelations. Equally revealing is the road i have to take and finally settle for Dr Rajendra Prasad Road which finally leads to Andhra Bhawan. Before AP Bhawan could be accessed i come across untamed release of water from a pipe of a government accommodation and this showed the insensitivity of denizens knowing well the scarcity of water and losing it is no fun.
Going past Ashoka Road and Hyderabad House few metres away is a signboard of Sarvochhaya Nyalaya. Turn left from there and i am close to apartments with their share of foyers. Red Chillies i wasn't supposed to get hamstrung and the idol of Lord Hanuman was my next halt located on the right turn. From there the rush is towards Delhi Gate and in between another Hanuman Home that has a left gate. It is probably 12 and here stepping past the Delhi Gate red light i can see some sections of Red Fort and its height. Before i could access the Red Fort i come across one roadside vendor near a library selling adult literature which leads to long line of adulterated happenings in society. Adult probably was his line of convenience and this reminds me of Kapoor Book Shop in Nathdwara Bus Stand, who is equally adept in making available to awaiting audience the adult nuances that they have never lent and sent. Not to be bogged down by such adulterated attempt i carry on with my journey. In another 20-odd minutes i am opposite Red Fort and here one gentleman has clinically observed my clinical pattern of speaking to myself. Here again, not to be clinically washed away by his observation i go past Digamber Jain Mandir and Ballimaran pointing races. Go straight and then turn left and in another 15 minutes i am in Yamuna Bazar and the congregation there suggests most have Khwaishein hazar.
The miles i took on foot with no mouth shoot clearly suggest that walking for hours together in Delhi's Shine has a plausible possibility given pedestrian stretches are no rarity. Still, the Kolkata Pedestrian Plus has its imaginative beat as you go past heat and a crowd that is not on retreat.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
As the winter is about to abate
As the winter is about to abate
As the winter is about to abate, with some weeks still for the spring to knock the gate, the months of December and January have been too harsh for those preferring to have Southern Cities on their itinerary. To keep the record straight these two months were equally appalling/troublesome for some territories in Southern States, with winter chill reaching a scale which had no previous tale. As for the North, the winter was biting and equally biting was the journey which some destined to take towards National Capital and their arrival shrouded in thickening fog and the atmospherics nothing to suggest of a carnival.
I, for one, reached the national capital on a day after two months away with a belief that times would be thick with an appetite for food and with no physical movement days and nights it would be on a entire different firmament. Because the days spent in the states of Odisha, West Bengal and Gujarat were different for the different meals tried on different days and the round the clock activity that ensured strong mental alacrity.
Disposed to the idea that national capital had to be tried given the indisposed nature of tummy that had failed to shine, OLd DElhi Station was accessed with no hopes that coming days would be a feast. It has been over three weeks when the stay has been punctuated with a belief that no matter what the war mongers may engage in the best course would be to not be reclusive and step out as and when the time has come for the idea to be flaunted as a clout.
Here in the national capital, registering alarming departures and arrivals, what has been registered with an alarming pace has been those sporting double chin and their woolen craze. Snuggled in quilts and stepping out wrapped around with innumerable woolen clue, the increasing woolen wrapper on the body suggests the inclement weather and increment lather they have to deploy to get a smooth shave and which could change their fate. Double chin growth showing up as one face and refusing to expand slow shows how disproportionate their range of activities has been to their range of body demands. UNbelievable has been the weather and unbelievable has been the entrapment in leather leading to no wise movement which could unleash top to toe shudder. With unbelievable meals and no unbelievable zeal to fight the flab, the all round personality is what they command and fewer having logistics to be in running band. Running is the least to expect from those who are on meal feast and with cold refusing to hold the intermittent shower of body expansion is the fashion. If cold refused to abate and movements on the roads and rail tracks had a slow gait, the refusal of those having stubble and refusing to shave even when their flames were wrapped with them in a towel showed the mental agility was a luxury and few having the grit to have clean shaven clarity.
Clean shave was the least to expect in the Capital and beyond as most were engaged in viewing the Australian hammering and Sensex dawn. Sensex upped and breathed fire followed with some suggesting some stocks in the 30-share index had to retire. So as sensex rose and tank with those not remotely associated with either sensex and their strings of ex, they too refused to take occasional bath or clear the stubble as they believed this would endear them to those who construct a fable. Constructive was by no means their decision of not taking bath and not shaving the stubble carat as this was their winter-and-yet-to-be-decimated habit. Fling with the sensex and fling with traffic beats was their daily grind,never realising that moisturiser driven and woolen draped appearance would be of no order if no attempt had been made to cut the double chin and double bum which had reached their prime.
In the National Capital and those areas yet to reach annihilation level, Winters would come and go, the surge in road traffic would refuse to slow and yet there would no surety that bodies stretched beyond outer limits and chin bursting to the seams and looking timid won't have a recurring pattern as there are no dearth of those who pass this bulging baton. Time is ripe to reassure the commodities existing in national capital and caught in existential dilemma that the best way to fight cold is to have jaggery and honey and take brisk walk even if it leads to trail shock.
As the winter is about to abate, with some weeks still for the spring to knock the gate, the months of December and January have been too harsh for those preferring to have Southern Cities on their itinerary. To keep the record straight these two months were equally appalling/troublesome for some territories in Southern States, with winter chill reaching a scale which had no previous tale. As for the North, the winter was biting and equally biting was the journey which some destined to take towards National Capital and their arrival shrouded in thickening fog and the atmospherics nothing to suggest of a carnival.
I, for one, reached the national capital on a day after two months away with a belief that times would be thick with an appetite for food and with no physical movement days and nights it would be on a entire different firmament. Because the days spent in the states of Odisha, West Bengal and Gujarat were different for the different meals tried on different days and the round the clock activity that ensured strong mental alacrity.
Disposed to the idea that national capital had to be tried given the indisposed nature of tummy that had failed to shine, OLd DElhi Station was accessed with no hopes that coming days would be a feast. It has been over three weeks when the stay has been punctuated with a belief that no matter what the war mongers may engage in the best course would be to not be reclusive and step out as and when the time has come for the idea to be flaunted as a clout.
Here in the national capital, registering alarming departures and arrivals, what has been registered with an alarming pace has been those sporting double chin and their woolen craze. Snuggled in quilts and stepping out wrapped around with innumerable woolen clue, the increasing woolen wrapper on the body suggests the inclement weather and increment lather they have to deploy to get a smooth shave and which could change their fate. Double chin growth showing up as one face and refusing to expand slow shows how disproportionate their range of activities has been to their range of body demands. UNbelievable has been the weather and unbelievable has been the entrapment in leather leading to no wise movement which could unleash top to toe shudder. With unbelievable meals and no unbelievable zeal to fight the flab, the all round personality is what they command and fewer having logistics to be in running band. Running is the least to expect from those who are on meal feast and with cold refusing to hold the intermittent shower of body expansion is the fashion. If cold refused to abate and movements on the roads and rail tracks had a slow gait, the refusal of those having stubble and refusing to shave even when their flames were wrapped with them in a towel showed the mental agility was a luxury and few having the grit to have clean shaven clarity.
Clean shave was the least to expect in the Capital and beyond as most were engaged in viewing the Australian hammering and Sensex dawn. Sensex upped and breathed fire followed with some suggesting some stocks in the 30-share index had to retire. So as sensex rose and tank with those not remotely associated with either sensex and their strings of ex, they too refused to take occasional bath or clear the stubble as they believed this would endear them to those who construct a fable. Constructive was by no means their decision of not taking bath and not shaving the stubble carat as this was their winter-and-yet-to-be-decimated habit. Fling with the sensex and fling with traffic beats was their daily grind,never realising that moisturiser driven and woolen draped appearance would be of no order if no attempt had been made to cut the double chin and double bum which had reached their prime.
In the National Capital and those areas yet to reach annihilation level, Winters would come and go, the surge in road traffic would refuse to slow and yet there would no surety that bodies stretched beyond outer limits and chin bursting to the seams and looking timid won't have a recurring pattern as there are no dearth of those who pass this bulging baton. Time is ripe to reassure the commodities existing in national capital and caught in existential dilemma that the best way to fight cold is to have jaggery and honey and take brisk walk even if it leads to trail shock.
Tuesday was historic for miles covered in a national capital gear
Tuesday was historic for the miles covered on foot and the destinations accessed with no mouth shoot
SEtting out on a tuesday, Jan 24th, it was an occasional reminder that miles unknown to mankind and probably those residing in tubes and with no shine had to be covered on foot. Started at 10 in the morning from Jhandu Singh Marg as those who set out during this hour have Jeene Ki Aaag. Coming underneath a flyover that went overhead, turned right to bring the circulation in the legs. Few minutes later i was face to face with a public convenience outlet, the ones which are dexterously engaged by moving and disappearing public to release pressure from their tools of succession.
Aware of the impending hazards i stepped down before approaching the ladder that led to such convenient utilities conveniently built for convalescing public. On the left lane which took me to government flats and fame i walked past them to reach INA den. FRom here taking left was the sole course letting me to go up and down the Safdarjung Flyover(here safdarjung is spelled with jung) with a renewed force. At the peak of the flyover was an ad hoarding commensurate with people loitering and in the process urinating. Perhaps the public convenience utility was the much desired object here as public desire to release liquid when they are at the peak of a flyover road that has undergone wear and tear.
Coming down the flyover i come across Hindi typing, writing hoarding next to a postal department office which has its own setting. Down from elevated to plain road, the elementary rules of the game suggested that i take pedestrian cake. Past Jor Bagh bus and metro stand and on to a path leading to SafdarJang's tomb, the time had come to shed the fun and bring more briskness to my walking ton.
Past Shiv Mandir and past first stretch of Tughlaq Road, the first halt was at Hanuman Home (10.45am) which remains open through the day as it engineers tuesday fray. Taking the road further the first semi circle cut i take brings a query from a man on a cycle wave. The Cong office query leads me to tell him to take the Akbar road which so far has no sizeable load.
Turning right from Krishna Menon Marg, it is Sunehari Bagh and the unbelievable quieteness that keeps it from capital clutter apart. The idea of going down the Rajpath, which would eventually lead me to ITO Art Gallery, gets defeated as the Rajpath has been closed to interventions due to republic day revelations. Equally revealing is the road i have to take and finally settle for Dr Rajendra Prasad Road which finally leads to Andhra Bhawan. Before AP Bhawan could be accessed i come across untamed release of water from a pipe of a government accommodation and this showed the insensitivity of denizens knowing well the scarcity of water and losing it is no fun.
Going past Ashoka Road and Hyderabad House few metres away is a signboard of Sarvochhaya Nyalaya. Turn left from there and i am close to apartments with their share of foyers. Red Chillies i wasn't supposed to get hamstrung and the idol of Lord Hanuman was my next halt located on the right turn. From there the rush is towards Delhi Gate and in between another Hanuman Home that has a left gate. It is probably 12 and here stepping past the Delhi Gate red light i can see some sections of Red Fort and its height. Before i could access the Red Fort i come across one roadside vendor near a library selling adult literature which leads to long line of adulterated happenings in society. Adult probably was his line of convenience and this reminds me of Kapoor Book Shop in Nathdwara Bus Stand, who is equally adept in making available to awaiting audience the adult nuances that they have never lent and sent. Not to be bogged down by such adulterated attempt i carry on with my journey. In another 20-odd minutes i am opposite Red Fort and here one gentleman has clinically observed my clinical pattern of speaking to myself. Here again, not to be clinically washed away by his observation i go past Digamber Jain Mandir and Ballimaran pointing races. Go straight and then turn left and in another 15 minutes i am in Yamuna Bazar and the congregation there suggests most have Khwaishein hazar.
The miles i took on foot with no mouth shoot clearly suggest that walking for hours together in Delhi's Shine has a plausible possibility given pedestrian stretches are no rarity. Still, the Kolkata Pedestrian Plus has its imaginative beat as you go past heat and a crowd that is not on retreat.
SEtting out on a tuesday, Jan 24th, it was an occasional reminder that miles unknown to mankind and probably those residing in tubes and with no shine had to be covered on foot. Started at 10 in the morning from Jhandu Singh Marg as those who set out during this hour have Jeene Ki Aaag. Coming underneath a flyover that went overhead, turned right to bring the circulation in the legs. Few minutes later i was face to face with a public convenience outlet, the ones which are dexterously engaged by moving and disappearing public to release pressure from their tools of succession.
Aware of the impending hazards i stepped down before approaching the ladder that led to such convenient utilities conveniently built for convalescing public. On the left lane which took me to government flats and fame i walked past them to reach INA den. FRom here taking left was the sole course letting me to go up and down the Safdarjung Flyover(here safdarjung is spelled with jung) with a renewed force. At the peak of the flyover was an ad hoarding commensurate with people loitering and in the process urinating. Perhaps the public convenience utility was the much desired object here as public desire to release liquid when they are at the peak of a flyover road that has undergone wear and tear.
Coming down the flyover i come across Hindi typing, writing hoarding next to a postal department office which has its own setting. Down from elevated to plain road, the elementary rules of the game suggested that i take pedestrian cake. Past Jor Bagh bus and metro stand and on to a path leading to SafdarJang's tomb, the time had come to shed the fun and bring more briskness to my walking ton.
Past Shiv Mandir and past first stretch of Tughlaq Road, the first halt was at Hanuman Home (10.45am) which remains open through the day as it engineers tuesday fray. Taking the road further the first semi circle cut i take brings a query from a man on a cycle wave. The Cong office query leads me to tell him to take the Akbar road which so far has no sizeable load.
Turning right from Krishna Menon Marg, it is Sunehari Bagh and the unbelievable quieteness that keeps it from capital clutter apart. The idea of going down the Rajpath, which would eventually lead me to ITO Art Gallery, gets defeated as the Rajpath has been closed to interventions due to republic day revelations. Equally revealing is the road i have to take and finally settle for Dr Rajendra Prasad Road which finally leads to Andhra Bhawan. Before AP Bhawan could be accessed i come across untamed release of water from a pipe of a government accommodation and this showed the insensitivity of denizens knowing well the scarcity of water and losing it is no fun.
Going past Ashoka Road and Hyderabad House few metres away is a signboard of Sarvochhaya Nyalaya. Turn left from there and i am close to apartments with their share of foyers. Red Chillies i wasn't supposed to get hamstrung and the idol of Lord Hanuman was my next halt located on the right turn. From there the rush is towards Delhi Gate and in between another Hanuman Home that has a left gate. It is probably 12 and here stepping past the Delhi Gate red light i can see some sections of Red Fort and its height. Before i could access the Red Fort i come across one roadside vendor near a library selling adult literature which leads to long line of adulterated happenings in society. Adult probably was his line of convenience and this reminds me of Kapoor Book Shop in Nathdwara Bus Stand, who is equally adept in making available to awaiting audience the adult nuances that they have never lent and sent. Not to be bogged down by such adulterated attempt i carry on with my journey. In another 20-odd minutes i am opposite Red Fort and here one gentleman has clinically observed my clinical pattern of speaking to myself. Here again, not to be clinically washed away by his observation i go past Digamber Jain Mandir and Ballimaran pointing races. Go straight and then turn left and in another 15 minutes i am in Yamuna Bazar and the congregation there suggests most have Khwaishein hazar.
The miles i took on foot with no mouth shoot clearly suggest that walking for hours together in Delhi's Shine has a plausible possibility given pedestrian stretches are no rarity. Still, the Kolkata Pedestrian Plus has its imaginative beat as you go past heat and a crowd that is not on retreat.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Why traffic and tweets are more or less the same
Why traffic and tweets are more or less the same
In the world riven by dissensions and fame, traffic and tweets have something to claim. It is only in the heat of the moment that people tweet and the surge in the transport traffic is too seen when people step out of place of work/stay after having failed to check opponents burst of flay. Course correction happens when both actions are tamed; traffic by enlightening the moving Janata that no purpose would be served by moving out as there are as many forces out to tame you as they were in the vicinity of the place you reside and the tweet public by suggesting that tweets are nothing but scaling down their number of followers given their grammatical howlers.
Tweets and traffic won't extinct but speed governors would surely govern their pace and feast. Temperamental illustration is the sum and substance of both acts and both would be up against a wall of resistance given the clamour of more to make it have a clutter glow. As moves are afoot to censor tweet; perhaps the best way to scale down the tweet thunder is to have it operational and readable during certain waking hours of the day.
If tweets could turn a turncoat to a steady boat and traffic would make the adherent less maverick then substandard won't be level of its functioning and actually a standard would have reached and rants would be fewer and fewer acts of breach.
As for the hour of the day when tweets and traffic is a shower of no end; it is perhaps when nobody is not interacting with no one and everyone wants to reach out to every clan.
As for now, Tweets are here to stay and traffic here to get grey.
In the world riven by dissensions and fame, traffic and tweets have something to claim. It is only in the heat of the moment that people tweet and the surge in the transport traffic is too seen when people step out of place of work/stay after having failed to check opponents burst of flay. Course correction happens when both actions are tamed; traffic by enlightening the moving Janata that no purpose would be served by moving out as there are as many forces out to tame you as they were in the vicinity of the place you reside and the tweet public by suggesting that tweets are nothing but scaling down their number of followers given their grammatical howlers.
Tweets and traffic won't extinct but speed governors would surely govern their pace and feast. Temperamental illustration is the sum and substance of both acts and both would be up against a wall of resistance given the clamour of more to make it have a clutter glow. As moves are afoot to censor tweet; perhaps the best way to scale down the tweet thunder is to have it operational and readable during certain waking hours of the day.
If tweets could turn a turncoat to a steady boat and traffic would make the adherent less maverick then substandard won't be level of its functioning and actually a standard would have reached and rants would be fewer and fewer acts of breach.
As for the hour of the day when tweets and traffic is a shower of no end; it is perhaps when nobody is not interacting with no one and everyone wants to reach out to every clan.
As for now, Tweets are here to stay and traffic here to get grey.
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