TERROR KA BAAP KAUN ???

After having multiple heated arguments with a friend I really felt like putting this article down for thousands of readers who would actually help me decide what’s right and what’s wrong.

We all have been eagerly following the chain of events since the terrorist attack in Mumbai on 26th November 2008.The government is proud of itself today because out of 10 terrorist they have captured 1 terrorist alive! They think it’s an honor.

How many people think that way?

A bunch of young boys barely in their teens gun down thousands of people in a metropolitan city and make our defense system dance to their tunes of terror for three days.

Can the capture of a lone terrorist alive be called an achievement or is it the biggest mistake of our government?

Now the response of the government would be 1 -2 months of creating anxiety in the minds of the people by interrogating the lone terrorist (Ajmal) and then probably hanging him. But I personally feel the government will achieve nothing by killing a young boy of barely 20 years. He probably wasn’t aware about the horrendous crime he was committing.

I know many people wouldn’t agree to what I would say but I think instead of killing the boy the government should rather rehabilitate him and make him realize that killing people is not the way to get one’s religion accepted in a society. It is just a fabrication of a religion by a few fanatic people.

This would rather set an example on thousands of youth who get strayed by certain organizations which lead them to believe fake facts. By killing Ajmal or by torturing him, do you think the other terrorist are going to get traumatized or stop committing attacks?

Most of the terrorist attacks in the world are carried with the motive of suicide. These people are fearless and emotionless. They are not scared of death since their motive is to die in the name of religion.

We have killed several terrorists in the past but has terrorism stopped? If we really want to solve this menace, we probably should try a radical way of dealing with this global issue e.g. reverse psychology.

The young people who are trained for such attacks are kept isolated from the world and what they are shown is the world of hatred. They are rigorously trained they are prepared for death. Some of these youngsters are kidnapped or are just threatened or lured into these activities.

So who should be killed - these youngsters or the cruel people who are behind them?

I think right now the government should focus on getting the leaders and the people behind these attacks rather than torturing mere helpless puppets like Ajmal. By using the reverse psychology and rehabilitating the terrorist, they can help show thousands of youth who are lost in the make believe world of certain groups who work for their self motive rather than any other reason to see light at the end of a dark tunnel that they are in.

I know many people might condemn my thought process but I would really like people to spare a minute or two and ponder over this post and voice your opinion.

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sapphirine

SAPPHIRINE

A promise of a lifetime,
Broken by the ruthlessness of time.
Fading the footprints that were imprinted in my heart forever.
Sitting there in front of you the chill of your body runs down my spine.
Your love, your touch, your kiss is wrapped in the same divine manner,
As you lay here right now.
Your fingers are still clutched on the blue rock on my hand,
And your last breath still echoes around me.
It’s hard to let go….
What’s left with me is your memories,
And the spectrum of blue on the sapphire ring.
Which marks the union of our hearts connected to the life that breeds in me today.
Our relationship grew with this ring,
Developing a love that would have lasted forever.
But today it’s all over…
The pieces of my heart lay in front of me,
Missing you even before you’re gone.


I can hear your retreating footsteps at a distance,
And I can hear the advancing footsteps
of the crowd around me.
The grasp of your finger around mine
cannot be easily disconnected
Because the invisible cord that binds us goes
beyond the law of nature ,
Of life and death.
As the cruel mob tries to snatch you away from me,
What’s left behind is the lonely touch
of the azure rock on my bare life.
The moments of silence is broken by the wails of mourning.
Desperately trying to reach you ,
Bound by the same crowd that carries you away from me.
Now you lie beneath the veil of the earth,
Surrounded by serene darkness.
But for me it is the start of a lifelong journey,
In the dark alley of enduring memories.
And I stand alone,
In the midst of the crowd.

Silent Suicide

SILENT SUICIDE

“ Yet again the communal clashes in the city has left the streets burning with the flames of hatred killing thousands of people all over ”.
This is Naina Sahay reporting live from Mumbai, Aaj Tak. Naina was a young, flamboyant journalist who had earned herself a lot of accolades for her brave reporting and blunt comments that supported the truth. Her parents expired when she was barely the age of 12 in an accident leaving behind a lot of responsibilities and a younger brother to take care of. As she grew up she started working at a very young age in order to give her brother the best of life she could. She gave him love of a mother, father as well as sister. And in the process earned a living through whatever jobs she could lay her hands on. Naina got introduced to the field of journalism through a friend and since then there is no looking back. Naina just kept on climbing the success ladder to earn herself a life she truly deserved. From a scratch she today owns everything a good house, car, good food everything. But what Naina truly cared for was Armaan, her younger brother. She could never live without him. A slight fever and the girl who could report under waist deep water during Mumbai floods would go paranoid. A small wound on Armaan would make her go berserk and a drop of tear from Armaan’s eyes would just make Naina depressed. Probably that’s the reason why Naina was unmarried because she could not live without her brother and would want to give him her undivided attention.
But then one incident shattered her life.
In the year 1993 communal riots borke out in Mumbai .People were behind each other’s lives. Dead bodies were lying on the roads. Injured unattended and bloody and gory sight’s everywhere. People were scared to get out of their houses yet Naina risked her life to deliver news to people. So many times the bullets must have just missed her but even through such tensed situation she would remain calm and help the injured on the streets. While doing her duty her finger constantly clicked Armaan’s number at the interval of very half an hour to ensure his safety.


Suddenly one day Naina heard a cry of help ,on drawing closer to the sound she realized there was a man badly injured and was probably taking his last breadth. The man in a hushed voice called Naina closer. Naina hesitantly went closer. The man revealed a sensational news that would rock the nation and he also had photo evidence to back his story. Naina was shocked at the evidence. Before Naina could ask him any questions the man closed his eyes forever. The man said that the current Chief Minister Mr. Chillamrao Desai was involved in the clashes of Hindu and Muslim communities and he had started communal rights in order to degrade his political rivalry. Naina had a very important evidence and also the power to stop the future bombings that were planned to kill the leader of the opposition party. Which would leave the entire city burning and spoil the situation even more.Naina hurried to her house and kept the photograph with Armaan .While she went to her head office to make arrangement for her breaking news. But what Naina was;nt aware of was the man who followed her to her house. While Naina was in the office preparing for the prime event the man entered her house.
Armaan heard the noise and went in the front room. The man attacked Armaan, Armaan resisted he tried to fight back but the man just removed a gun and shot down six bullets at Armaan. Armaan’s knees gave away he fell down and instantly his life was snatched by the cruelty of the world. The man ransacked the entire house and found the photograph and ran away with it.
Naina with her boss returned to her house. Her feet trembled, beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, she collapsed the darkness was’nt only for the moment but for the rest of her life. Seeing the pool of blood which Armaan was in, disturbed the mental state of Naina . The news was’nt deliverd but the death of Armaan resulted in the suicide of the courageous self of what Naina used to be. Yet again the politics of our country silenced the truth.She lost her mental balance, she lost her voice what was left was a silent suicide which was never recorded…….

IMMORTAL

IMMORTAL….

Sorrow croons as love begs,
In all these years of grief.
Love that was meant to last,
Extinguished in silent pain.
As he gave her what she asked,
And that was never to speak to her again.
We watched him smoke up his life in ashes, and drinking his pain away.
But what was left was his wretched self
flooded by her memories each day.
Until that night….
(Chorus)
The flames of his burning cigarette
couldn’t burn the pain ignited deep inside.
Drinking his sorrow with his trembling hands.
He finally gave his love away.
We found him lying in a pool of blood.
His eyes still wide open




Staring at her picture
through his lifeless being
Finally at peace.
Resting inside heavens cradle,
A love that remained immortal.
The inconsolable tears dropped down her eyes as she heard the news.
She hated herself for her ashen life,
Blackened by the regret that she let her love hesitate.
She finally let her pain conquer.
She wouldn’t get him off her mind and drank her guilt each day.
Until one night….
(Chorus) The flames of her burning cigarette
couldn’t burn the pain ignited deep inside.
Drinking her sorrow with her trembling hands.
She finally gave her love away.
We found her lying in a pool of blood.
Her eyes still wide open
Staring at his picture through her lifeless being
We laid her next to the person she loved,
Finally at peace.
Resting inside heavens cradle,
A love that remained immortal.

Rest In Peace

R.I.P

Sad memories still wet my eyes,
Even though the end is near.
Lived but yet not experienced,
The world in which a human breeds.
Distanced myself from everyone,
Despising the very sight of a man.
The way in which you marooned my virginity,
Still molests my senses to fear.
Sat there clutching my bare skin
with trembling hands,
Watching your lustful smirk that seared the
pain deep inside.
What followed after that was a monotonous life
of blasphemy.
A life that was an extract from the original being.
But I would thank you for making me realize
The love I wanted to achieve.
Her beautiful eyes,
Her perfumed breath,
Drove the pain out of me.
Her mesmerizing voice filled up my senses with hope,
Hope of rejuvenating a life that wasn’t there.
But was I really happy?
The cruel world termed me abnormal,
Bruised and boycotted,
Deprived and dejected,
I led my life in lonesome sanity.
Shunned my self from every being and gender.
Left behind was a lifeless body and the drops of tears that broke the silence each time.
Today finally I gather the pieces,
I ignored all this while,
As I am preparing for a journey I had longed for years.
A journey in the world of creator’s divinity.
Sleeping on the bed of thorns which would slowly turn into roses.

THEY ARE FORGETFUL BUT NOT MAD…….THEY ARE WRINKLED BUT NOT WITHERED….THEY ARE OLD BUT NOT MEEK………….BUT ABOVE ALL THEY ARE HUMANS AND NOT A BURDEN………

Only a few days ago, headlines on the front page of a national daily screamed: 'Family throws granny on garbage heap'. The accompanying photograph, was of the semi-paralyzed 75-year-old woman, left to die on a rubbish heap by her grandsons. The boys had acted under the instructions of their mother - the old lady's daughter - who had decided that she could no longer take care of her mother.

In September last year, a 37-year-old man beat his father

A son out of sheer desperation raped his old mom…..

With an increasing number of cases of abuse and neglect towards senior citizens being reported across the country, Indians can no longer boast of being proponents of traditional family values. Four out of 10 elders are victims of abuse.Unfortunately, the gradual disintegration of the joint family system and the growing number of working couples has meant that the elderly are left to fend for themselves. Many are left struggling through the last years of their lives, alone and neglected.

About 4.6 percent of older people are victims of physical, sexual or financial abuse, perpetrated mostly by family members and those who are in a duty of care relationship with the victim.

Elder abuse, the mistreatment and torture of of older people, though a manifestation of the timeless phenomenon of inter-personal violence is prevalent in India. Still, there is no systematic collection of statistics or prevalence studies, crime records, journalistic reports, social welfare records and small scale studies to provide evidence on existence of abuse, neglect and financial exploitation of elders.

This is an extremely sorry state of affairs. We all will grow old sooner or later. Imagine, being mistreated, verbally abused, denied proper food, proper mediaction and care by younger members of family. Older people are indeed in a very helpless situation with eroding social values system in India. We all must have come across at least one or two cases of elder abuse or mistreatment in our neighborhood.

In the masculine centric society that we are heading to, the acts of work, wealth creation, enjoyment, hedonism, hyperactivity define the culture. Gone are the feminine centric roles of nurture, care, healing, consideration and empathy. If women get into masculine roles of acting as protector and provider, then some men must come down to the roles of nurturer and healer. A society which drives itself at breakneck speed without out occasional maintenance can have severe wear and tears.

With nuclear family further getting reduced to single parent family, Most OLD PEOPLE have to head towards the Old Age Homes. In a morally corrupt country like India, there is no guarrentee that they will not experience severe abuse in Old Age homes as well. Unfortunately, media is glamourising this old age home concept.

There are also cases of severe elder abuse where the children force the old and sick elders to give them their savings or write property in their name. Sometimes children even file legal suits on the elderly parents making the frail and sick elders to run around the corridors in courts.

But, the most disturbing phenomenon is the legal abuse of elders by daughter-in-law. Imagine, a police jeep coming in front of the house, arresting the family members as old as ninety years and taking them to prison just because an adulterous daughter-in-law filed a false complaint of harassment against the entire family. Next day, media flashes the news of how an innocent daughter-in-law is harassed by a family of sadists with enough colors in it. In India, police arrests old and sick elders “Without Investigation” if a daughter-in-law or grand-daughter-in-law complains of harassment at police

I speak of India because the Indian culture today is fast diminishing it is getting more and more so called modernized.In our culture old is certainly considered as gold it is also considered as a bank of knowledge and experience.But it is now very disheartening to say that today old people are merely a forgetten treasure instead they are considered more of a burden.Who is to be blamed for this our fast paced life or our forgotten values????......

It is an extremely unfortuantely scenario in India where old people are told to campaign if they are wronged. The old people having passed their prime, being weak and sick can not shout slogans in the streets. They can not hold protest marches. Often, when they approach Human Rights activists or Feminists oriented NGOs, they are shown the door. Even Media remains totally silent about elder abuse in households except occasionally reporting murder of lonely elders in urban India. Many such elders have committed suicide after spending some ten to fifteen days in jail.

In some of the cases you will see that in most of the incidents the old people’s children as well as their grand children are involved in causing atrocities to them. It is rightly said that what comes around goes around .Today what values you inculcate in Ur children they will mould into that character only. May be in future ur children will be the one throwing you out of their house…..

SO WHATS THE SOLUTION FOR THIS????

The hands that fed you the eyes that cried for you when u were hurt the people who gave you ultimate care and protection in your childhood need your help today. It is said a human when he grow old should be treated like a child. Your child your parents ,your grand parents needs your help .take those wrinkled hands in urs TODAY and say “IM WITH YOU…..I DO CARE….” THANKYOU.

Poem

POEM

Mumbai- it is a city…..

Mumbai a six letter city, but on a deeper thought it is a book of controversy.

It is a city where thousands of people migrate, while the population makes the land vibrate.

It is a city of slums and roads of bumps,

But still the government plans to make the city the next Shanghai, but what about the increasing “MEHANGAYI.”

It is a city which never sleeps and where the rain water also manages to seep.

It is a city of dreams where zeros become heroes and heroes become zeros.

IT is a city where the Page 3 brews makes peoples views ,while important news are yet to pay their dues .

It is a city full of stains of paan, but still it is

“MUMBAI MERI JAAN”.