Yet again, today was going to be as uneventful a day as everyday. I, as a part of my daily robotic routine, was sitting comfortably in my bed with the air conditioning on full blast, happily at ease with my favorite home cooked meal waiting on me on my bed side table. Meanwhile, merrily chit-chatting with my cell phone in one hand and switching channels with the remote in the other. The feeling, heavenly!
My friend on the other line was doing pretty much the same, enjoying a similar relaxed evening as me, switching channels side by side on the TV.
The conversation, nothing more than the usual. Casual banter of two people at the end of a day. Perfectly effortless.
Then as if on cue to disrupt the calm we switch on to the national news, currently focusing on the earlier happenings of the day in one of India’s biggest and most unpopular, crime prone states.
The state of Uttar Pradesh, where petty violence goes unnoticed and uncounted for on a daily basis, this one was an exception. A new breed of crime, on the part of people who, in the first place claim to provide justice.
The man was as helpless as a deer caught on a wire noose, trapped in between filthy assholes, beaten up mercilessly by the unfeeling bastards. They call themselves men when they are nothing more than sorry excuses of the word. They went on and on tirelessly beating him up. Slapping him, spitting on him, disgracing him, more and more.
They called themselves Lawyers! This happening, outside a court house! This is the justice system of India. One, I’m sure all Indians are not so proud of.
These are the people who’ve been instilled with the license to practice the discipline of law in our country! As outrageous as it sounds it’s true that in
After all these realizations, I felt both angry and guilty looking at the poor man being ruthlessly trodden in front of me. Angry because of obvious reasons and Guilty because here I was sitting in the comforts of my home, safe in the reassuring presence of my loved ones around me and there he was all alone, an insufficient man with no help, mercilessly trampled, with no way out.
But guilty, also because here I am feeling bad for him, pitying him and doing nothing more about it but writing. Far from delivering him any kind of justice, in a way just wishing for it to be over, expressing my utter sympathy but thanking my stars I’m not in his shoes… and then…
I change the channel…
2 comments:
hey
been an avid reader of your blog for a long time now
saw your profile on orkut first sent u a message which got lost amongst the various scraps which loads of others admirers had put in
anyways that doesnt matter
point is i love reading what you rite. Have been out fr some time now so saw this article uv written recently about you being confused must say its brilliant
nd so is the comment by that zorba person dint comment there as it was my first and dint want it to get lost again also this article kind of instills something which touches you in a weird way and is real good as well but dint have any comments on it so...Yet as you say wer helpless as far as the situation is concerned.
Anyways as far as the being confused waala thingy goes i guess thats what we call being immature when we want to face the wind and experiment with all kinds of stuff and later even if we have to regret some of our decisions we just cry over it for a few days and later try to find good in everything wrong that has happenned for some reason nd put it on destinys doing and later as we grow up we dont even have these choices to stay with us and we actually start missing them then.
So my advice to you is you stay with the choices and just take everything as it comes your way that ways ul become stronger with everything in life
taking d sitution in ur own hand is d latest trend dese days ..
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