A Tale of Two Cities

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Thus starts the novel 'A Tale of Two Cities'. At this point, over here - in Hyderabad and Secunderabad, Andhra Pradesh - it just seems to be the latter. The events of the past few weeks (how I wish it were days) have left me confused, dazed and totally angry. Some of the decisions of the so-called seasoned politicians have fueled troubles beyond anyone's imagination. And there seems to be no letting up. What seemed to be a peaceful state now simmers with anger everywhere. It was like a bunch of eager kids opening up a Pandora's Box and running away not knowing what to do after opening it. The situation certainly is acting like a time machine that is ready to travel back in time. With all the 'bandhs', the state will soon come to a grinding halt. And then start to go back in time to the late eighties and early nineties where there were very little opportunities in sight and a definite lack of progress. I just wish all this stops before it even begins and hope that peace prevails before its too late. And then we can say, 'it was the best of times' and stop there.