Protest over the Post

That post about the protests was neither derogatory nor cynical in nature. Neither it shows biasness nor it is inspired by any ideology. I deliberately chose some (a few) issues to expose some basic imperfections in our society which are well known and concerns for all, still we knowingly avoid it.These protests have their roots in jingoism, segregations, hatred and callousness not only towards humankind but also for environment; above all I should say for life on the planet. And i am baffled with the thought where does lie our responsibility.
I subsequently discuss these issues in my posts. Here, I will reflect upon one touching issue. Whenever we talk about reservation and subsidies we discuss (debate) with the same hatredness as usual that have been existing since time immemorial. Our rational thinking always plays with the idea of meritocracy. One question that intrigues is what lies beneath the meritocracy. Are we able to provide level playing field to every player in the game? For a large chunk of society basic amenities like education, health, drinking water and sanitation are distant dreams in this modern and hi-tech world where distance is limited to only two digits i.e. 0 and 1.We don’t think about sharing and caring. In country like India meritocracy is blended with aristocracy. We need to eliminate the ceiling of privileges to get everyone in the mainstream.

Nothing more...

To SALMAN, Bollywood.

The zoo
Jodhpur, Rajasthan.

Dear Man,

I am a chinkara. I am 6 years old. You don’t know about me. Unfortunately I was not there when you visited my ancestral home on that dreadful night. My grandma used to tell me a story about my grandpa. She told me that he was died like a hero. I have a doubt on it now, coz later on I grew up in the human company. (Recently I was rescued from a private farm, now I am in jail, I mean in ZOO.) It was not about heroism at all. He was shot on that night while he was running. This meant he hadn’t faced the death in the way you man do in the warfront. He hadn’t fought, sad but true. My grandma also said we weren’t lucky enough to attend his funeral because they who shot him, you know better loaded the carcass in the jeep, took him away and had a great feast. My grandma said my parents were also died in the same way. I don’t know about the fate of my grand ma. But i can guess. I am not so lucky to have the same course. I am in zoo; zoos are made to punish us for keeping company with human being and still remain alive.

I heard that you were also in the zoo, I mean jail. I learnt the lesson from my captivity that it is better to be shot down to death rather than to run away and to be captured alive later. You may also have learnt the lesson that it is better to drive the car over the poor fellows lying on the footpath rather than to shot down the chinkaras.

I am sorry for you poor chap and for my grand pa as well.

A victimized life...

Chinkara Kid.

(P.S. Chinkara is a deer species)

Nature of Protests in India

See the protests in India...
1. The cream of India protested over the announcement made by a minister, not over the improvement of infrastructure…
2. People protested over the giving support to those people (Medha patkar and so) who are struggling silently for displaced poor fellows...
3. People burnt vehicles and destroyed properties just because a 76 years old died due to cardiac arrest
4. People opposed the sentence given to a celebrity who shot down a member of endangered species
Where are we heading?

Being Medha Patkar

On this day 76 years ago, a mahatma from Sabarmati Ashram dared to challenge the mighty empire for a noble cause. After 56 year of becoming citizens of a republic in the land of the mahatma to commemorate mahatma’s great sacrifices we, the citizens have renounced the great teachings of that mahatma. The whole process took a few minutes to destroy the age old hills of non violence and truth. The sepoys of the state, the state which mahatma carved out from the clutches of giant devil of imperialism, have been trying to crumble the light tower of non-violence in the ocean of terrorism, the lady, the Medha Patkar on 5 April 2006 just a day before THIS DAY.
Those who have lost the faith in ballots they embrace the bullets but what about those who hate the bullets and whose ballots have been torn away. The way for them to present their grievances is to have agitation without violence, the silent struggle.
What can I say more? In spite of having so many things to see and so much sounds to listen with so many feelings and, with so much emotions we are not able to respond. We have become blind, deaf and dumb and, the most horrible we have become stones.