Santhosh's ramblings

We are living in an era of protests. History has shown us that protests do not belong only to the powerless. The powerless protest because they desire change; the powerful often protest because they fear it. One seeks transformation, the other seeks preservation. Whether protest leads to anything meaningful depends largely on why it happens and how it is expressed. Yet long before there were placards, petitions, hashtags, and demonstrations, there was something much more personal. Deep within every human heart lies the instinct to protest. In many ways, life itself is a long journey of protesting reality, whether that reality is experienced or simply perceived.  An infant enters the world with strong opinions and limited means of communication. Every inconvenience is met with a vigorous response. Milk is delayed. A protest follows. A nappy is changed. A protest follows. A nappy is not changed. The protest continues. Put down, picked up, too warm, too cold; all are considered le...