Devil is in the details

I have been listening to this line time and again, mostly in the context of the US debt deal. Even though that has passed at this time, I am thinking is there really a devil in details?

I would rather disagree to the most part. For great scientists, musicians, artists and surviving human beings, devil is in not getting enough details. I do not think that Da Vinci would have painted so amazingly if he would not have seen even the leaves rattling in the wind. Imagine Lata-ji without those minute details when she is singing her melodies.

However, I get the context that when you are so closely watched by billions of people on this planet you would want it to get over quickly. In terms of the debt deal the leadership was questioned and challenged time and again. The desire of devils flared up as time went by and both the parties wanted to make sure that they come out as winners. In this they had to ensure others that their desire is the best for the US citizens. When so much is at stake and people use zoom in so extensively, devils is in the details. You do not want to come out as a devil yourself with election race heating up.

Focus on the details as much as you can, I think that is what has and will set you apart from others. Learn the most and grow through the details! Politics will always be a center piece of human evolution and provides a lot of fodder for daily humor. Enjoy every step!

Drive through the memory lane

Things had gone faster than expected. The pages have turned on themselves faster than the wind of life. The bookmark, a dried leaf from childhood, has even grown its own elements.

However, memories are still fresh in mind. Things can be so simple and yet so difficult to comprehend and to act on. Sometimes logic caves in and it is void that lives at that spot. Forgotten are the fights which made things black and blue but remembrance of happiness linger on and give a sudden kick start. The grip on the hand is long gone but impressions of them have left their prints.

Its like a drive through the country side, while playing a favorite song and singing it while you are thinking of memories associated with it rather than road ahead. The breeze on that drive was same as breeze the day we walked together. The sun rays are dancing on the wet road and they have not dispersed but formed a bright diamond on it. Windows rolled down and hands trying to grip the air as they had done earlier. There is no fear of any past or future like it never was. Forever!