Friday, December 28, 2012

We are so damned great!

 
Her intestines brutally squashed with an iron rod; her face horribly battered; her vital parts monstrously lambasted; her esteem irrevocably trampled; her faith inexorably abashed ...the only thing that the assailants could not touch was her WILL...her INNER STRENGTH! Hers is the spirit to salute! Hers is the courage that sanctions a great deal of pride to the ones whose pride is heartlessly devastated at the hands of the ones who are unpardonable.
 
We are a nation of great potential...so great that we are driven by libido and lust...not exactly sure of the order though! 
We are so great that we exhibit extreme tolerance against all kinds of godawful crimes ---> be it rape, sodomy, paedophilia or numerous other kinds ----> thus, giving our treasured attackers ample opportunity to satiate their whims and fancies whenever and wherever they wish....notwithstanding the thrill of crushing an innocent in a moving vehicle...where the velocity of movements is compounded by the velocity of the vehicle....now, this is some trip!

We are a land of great saints and thus we reflect every known entity's greatness in our disposition ----> we are not moved by any amount of atrocity thrown across our face; we are not affected by the lowliest grade of wrongdoing hurled against our chest -- we practice forgiveness -- to one and all!! We are categorically so damned great!
 
Even as we see a bunch of miscreants rip us off our honour, we hail the eunuchs governing the system, we hail the law protecting the criminals...why yes! Because... such is our law that:
 
If a juvenile commits ANY crime (even if it is rape or murder or any other despicable act) he can be awarded, at the most, 3 years of imprisonment (yes! that's the MAXIMUM punishment for a delinquent according to the Juvenile Justice Act)! And, if the juvenile turns 18, he is set free...irrespective of the sentence awarded. That means, if a juvenile is 17 when he commits any barbaric act, the maximum punishment, for him, in our great nation, is 3 years... but the 17 yr old will turn 18 the very next year....so even though, his maximum punishment was 3 years, he actually serves for 1 year or even less and is then set free as soon as he turns 18!
 
If an adult surfeits his sex drive by pouncing and raping, the maximum sentence he is awarded is 10 years....and then set free. Yes! such is our law... how very convincing! How very right! How very just!
 
In the governance that protects us, the word "just" holds absolutely NO MEANING in the purview of "Justice"! No doubt, we are absolutely safe! We are totally confident of the impotent system which renders human value completely insignificant! Why should it do anything otherwise? Because, we are reigned by years of sexism left in the legacy for us to follow to the core! We are commendably an entire mass of invalid gatekeepers who cherish our baseless + illogical discriminatory views conceived at yore!
 
Young India dreams of a domain which is unbiased, pertinent, impervious to crimes (..of all sorts), fair, intelligent (we absolutely abhor the senseless, uncouth, third-class gibberish blurted by the authorities in power) and livable. We crave for a certain standard of living free from the fear of an entire nation being raped off its pride....raped by the ones who control the system, raped by the ones who follow the dictates and mercilessly raped by the ones who govern it! 
 
We are tired of confronting the continuous moral, physical and emotional assault since eons. The bruised sufferers (alive or otherwise) await justice. The entire lot is yearning for an able and robust system. All long for a fitting law against such appalling crimes.
We are searching our pride, long gashed and lost....

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Where Dream Meets the Eye



Two lonely eyes gazing upright
...at the horizon, where sea meets the sky
Through the window sils it sees
a little boy combat all life's sprees

It sees food aplenty in a plate
no more leaves on which no bait
no starking den, where a dungy bed lay
no grumpy corner - his life's essay

It sees many books - all new and shining
no waste bundles, no page whining
It sees pencils, pens and papers
...Magical world with pain-erasers

It sees people smiling all around
no sadness, no heaviness abound
It sees all hues of colours bright
no shades of darkness ever abide

Just when he was to see himself there
a stern call chasing knocked at his ears
"Where are you, milinger, who would wash the plates?"
The boy just had to snap out of his pace
His dream lay there at the horizon...one teardrop apart
His longing for a normal childhood thumped in his heart

With a yearn so tearing he pulled himself away
Surrendered his short reverie to the pile of plates...
If only there was something that he could ever buy
He would buy that moment where dream meets the eye!
                                                                               
                                                                                    -- T

Saturday, June 9, 2012

A peep into past

The extent to which life has become eventful is beyond comparison with the yesteryear. The much-awaited lazy Sundays, when we, as kids, would get ready and all set for the He-Man to flash his sword sky-high and proclaim, "I have the power of the universe" is etched in my memory forever. ...an elusive thing, albeit!
The zeal with which we used to patiently wait for Ramanand Sagar's Ramayana; and more than us, it was our grandparents who 'ld even bow to the supersonic echo of the conch on TV, signalling the start of a fresh episode ...it all seems so surreal now!

Our simple games -- i-spice, stone-hopping, local football and plain old doll-games...feeding doll all the leaves, pebbles and sticks i could find on our terrace garden...it's something that has a photographic image in my mind.
We were not a luxury-craving bunch running after all the hubbub, just so that we could buy an ever-illusory lifestyle. The equation is absolutely inversely proportional - it has always been so!

The most caring and thoughtful gesture of letter-writing is now replaced by online communication - E-mails. We do not want so much as to pick up a pen and write to our dear ones from our heart; pick up a phone and just dial to know how our loved ones are doing. Instead, we would rather leave a casual cliche - "How r u" on a social networking site -- and we are set! No strings attached! And yet we are attached! How cool and intelligent we have become! We stylishly run about daft, soaking in the madness of competition of any and every thing. We are so much richer by all the artificial expressions yet we are left poorer with emotions. We have come a long way, indeed!
                                                                                                                                                 -- T