The story-line is one that someone like a Julius Caesar or an Alexander the Great would look upon with utmost contempt. Four of us, supplied with all the necessities in life, had a dream.
Read the blog. Guess the dream. No, your wrong. We didn't want a clean Bangalore. Money was our only motive. A price money of 10000 bucks for a bloody environmental contest. Four of the brightest brains of the country (Pardon?) working on it, each with the desire, vociferously reacting to those who had the impunity to say it was all bullshit, we would be back to earth in a few days and the like, determined to make a difference. We worked in all seriousness, with the grit to make take it to the last mile. It was going fine, when one of our own, our very own team-member, dared to say, or rather was honest enough to say, that he knew (and so did all of us), that it was destined for failure.
The topic has arisen in conversations only for amusement, to remind ourselves that we too were foolish, but no.
How is it that the dream, the vision of five people (Did I just say four at the start, my bad. Shows how much I've lost touch ) came crashing down to earth at the touch of a feather. Beats me. Still trying to figure out.
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