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Raging a Storm

A person with a hammer will always try to look out for nails to be hammered. It is obvious so and people have adopted it to suit their needs and means. People harbour this mentality and is a fact. It is obvious for an IT (read income tax) professional to look out for offenders, the policemen to look out for objects of suspicion, doctors to look into a patient's mind for disorders, an IT (read information technology) professional to believe how beautiful this world would have been if all services were computerised, and the list of professions stretch on and on.

It perhaps would not be improper to make believe that every individual dwells in his or her own realm of belief and the mind stretches out of boundaries to explore newer ideas. But then, ideas need implementation. Somewhere in the world of stupidity, we tend to bring forth ideas that never justifies and, in the ego to put forth in a forum, use force and coerce others' minds to believe it.

The handsomeness that capacitate an individual to execute and implement an idea with elan is perhaps his/her articulate ability to convince others in the forum. Many a text get lost in publishing an idea that may be doctored, tailored or plain truth. Simply put forth, raising a storm.

Raging a storm in one's mind nevertheless has its pitfalls unless properly gauged and measured. Acceptability of ideas depend on the strength of the minds in the forum or quorum unless coerced in submission. It won't be exaggerating when people research themselves and find that their ideas were flawed beyond correction. 

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