Rights to Security

Security is one of the major concerns that India is facing be it national from China and Pakistan or be it national security from the Maoists or Naxalites. Thousands of CRPF jawans and police forces have been inducted to secure our land from the perils of danger. However, the policemen or the force is a mere puppet these days serving merely to the ‘powerful VIPs ‘ who are financially and politically secure in their lal battis’.
Such a privileged force was obviously then enhanced for our ‘honourable Prime Minister Manmohan Singh, who was supposed to attend the convocation at the IIT-Kanpur and address the Merchants Chamber of Uttar Pradesh on July 9. The roads were blocked for the aam aadmi and traffic was diverted 6 hours prior to his arrival in the region. Yes, for six hours, intruding those blocked lanes was being deprived from the aam aadmi for whom the incumbent government and the same PM have claimed their fame to the votebank. It’s the votebank where these aam aadmi have large depositaries. Dude, (VIPs and not the PM) you are entrusted to pay an interest for the same.
During those hours, on these roads when a mother of a ten-year-old, Aman, bleeding to death, was visiting the hospital was refused to go forward even with an emergency of saving the life of her son. She was rebuffed on the grounds of security concerns. The woman says her husband and daughter were stopped at every signal and were not allowed to go further leading to the demise of her son who succumbed to death while the police caused delay in attending the hospital.
However, the DIG of Kanpur remained deterrent by saying that security was not inhuman and that emergencies are allowed to go. Adding that the security lapse too cannot be avoided in case of the Prime Minister, he said the police force cannot be blamed for the death.
This opens a Pandora’s Box about the price of security of the citizens of India along the lines of the VIPs. As Suhel Seth, MD, Counselage says that “We have become desensitized to anything that doesn’t happen to our own self”.
This dictum leaves the victims gaping at the refusal to give importance to the life of a dying person for reasons of a minister’s arrival. Though a PM’s life could be of high magnitude, however, another life here cannot be compromised for the less probable death of a PM many cities away at that moment.
Be it the CRPF jawans in J&K killing youngsters amid protests or this Kanpur incident, it is true that our fractured system of security serves the ‘precious lives’ when those lives are politically and ‘crorely’ bucked up.
Here accountability is in doldrums as the parties like the BSP, PDP, Congress or the BJP, all have shown little sensitivity towards security of the common man and let their sweet manipulative spokespersons with their well-nuanced sympathizing statements divert the core issues.
What’s the cost of a life, rather which life? The lives of Tufauil Ahmed Mattoo, Mohammad Rafiq Bangaroo and other similar nine lives in J&K and Aman in Kanpur have been marginalized while the safety of few unnecessary politicians still grips prime importance.
Well… Mr. VIPs the interest rates of the RBI is likely to be hiked on July 27, but the Aam aadmi is even deprived of deciding the interest rates of their lives deposited with your votebank.

Living through the grasses today...I heard the dew right drop beside my ear,help me breathe oh dew! I lay on the green grass
smelling the earth, I hear the creatures in hibernation
as my ears humbly kiss the ground..
My hair fell on them too, entangled with the grass
they enjoyed the caressing ,
the plough of the farmer a few meters away..he's drenched in sweat
and I heard the dew again.

In a while he looks up at the sky
the grim look din't quite please the clouds
and they don't seem to 'un-white'..
but he waited and waited and...

and here I still yearn for the next dew !

It has its pros and cons...
Maybe he's watching
watch out for Ma...

I still believe in YU :)
Place it right, YU know it better!

I just want to be left alone...to crib over my rejections

HE (am sure it is HIM).. has not bothered to give me anything first hand

WHY WHY WHY...sometimes it IS a good feeling to get something on your first try..
ain't it!!??!!

Am unaware of the consequences but I know that will make me happy..
It swallows uncertainty..
brings in brevity

Am waiting on the shore,
talking to the waves...
hope you're listening, cos' you're my only lore

Jump above and let the water splash,
am still standing there wet with the lash

the brevity I shall capture till the last due of my ash !!

I can only smile back

I speak what I not ought to..
I know I should not, but the words in voice are brought to..
But it's not me, I'm forced to
as I try to fulfil what others exaggerate that I have to adhere to...
else am a fool.

So in order to be 'cool'
I marginalise the 'thoughts of mine' and come to the forefront

In the meanwhile, the concoction of mine (thoughts of mine) and my attempts to fulfilment creates a visible dent..

The character of diplomacy, too, is ambiguous to me..
It takes time to sink in...I lose it easily
maybe there the thoughts of mine find themselves in a maze
and to whom I pray is up there over me, mocking

I can only smile back!!

The phun of doing what you dislike on your burthday

The phun of doing what you dislike also has its own charm..

22 years on March 22...I feel I'm growing old.
but let;s not discuss that ;)

First burthday away from home...returned from Bangalore at 10.30 at night after meeting Maagha,and I look at my messed-up bed :(
*(I hate any dirt on my bed)
I expressed displeasure but my friends had planned it all.

They showed me the dirt on my bed-sheet, a big melon too, lying over it partly in a plastic bag. I smilingly frowned...I knew, it's only them who can plan something for my day !

The clock struck 12 and calls paced up...after a while few hostel mates waiting for the cake, left with disappointments after wishing me..cos' the cake failed to arrive :-|
I was a lil' uneasy...they left...
A couple of other friends joined in along with the mad gang, as PPee got a knife for me to cut the melon ON MY BED :X

I cut my 'burthday melon' smiling all throughout :(
It obviously spilled over on my bed, as my friends wished it to be...

I offered melon pieces to all present there, we all ate the melon some with seeds, few giving it back to me and I laugh at the plight of my poor bed .

2nd game: they show me the pics of the two lavishing days they spent on my bed, doing everything that made me 'happy' :X
they DID..dance, they DID eat all snacks on my bed, they DID use my towel as a costume to dance ON MY bed, they DID open my cupboard and fidgeted with my clothes, my teddy and my '.......'

Another game: They opened a laptop and made me hear the 'Voices of their Heart'
Not one but in Paaarts: part 1, part 2 and part 3... !!
Phew, the 'Gyan' that they fed me in their voices were quite onomatopoeic..quite literally :O

It contained 'all that I need to know at this age and put it in practice by the year- end' PPee does not forget to mention that.

Gola equally enjoyed looking at my expressions as both musketeers made me hear that!!

Gola and PPee's nautanki went on for an hour as the others laughed their way out congratulating me on my unique celebration...


And then FiNALLY...the Black forest enters my room with 3 candles lit over it(dunno why 3 mayb the 3 BRBs that we are...can't afford to disclose BRB's acronym)

Gola and PPee waited for the not so close ones to leave so that the cake is shared amongst the 6 o'us ;)

Yet another: the pink one-piece that I saw on my chair at about 11.30 is presented to me as my burthday gift :D
I wore something I didn't ever dare to wear... a dress that made me feel wow-wow

Yet another: they get this BIG Kingfisher bottle and ask me to drink a whole cup from it (at least they didn't ask for the whole bottle..they have all the guts to do that too...sigh)

but I managed to gulp in few sips and after much of insistence, they left me with my clean bed...that I CLEANED, promising me that they'll get my bed sheet washed with the hostel laundry paying for it themselves :O surprisingly so, but yea they have promised..
(the bed sheet still lies in my cupboard by the by ;P)


!! All in a night's 3-hour time !!

It's sheer crazyness n madness (the 2 ness' that they can do all day long) that these women portrayed on that very night as I turn 22 !!!


Lowe ya Gola n PPee

(Hope lowe-showe jyada toh nahi ho gaya)



PS: The degree of the LOWE that I just wrote about is flexible and may vary... :)))

Fragrance of Peace

When life comes to its end
You, please transport
My lifeless body
Place it on the soil of Father Koubru

To reduce my dead body
To cinders amidst the flames
Chopping it with axe and spade
Fills my mind with revulsion

The outer cover is sure to dry out
Let it rot under the ground
Let it be of some use to future generations
Let it transform into ore in the mine

I'll spread the fragrance of peace
From Kanglei, my birthplace
In the ages to come
It will spread all over the world.

-lrom Sharmila

High on...

History!!

It's never happeneed before

Aware of my senses but partly not in my control...dunno which moment but 24th february will be significant..It takes just a stooopid message to make it all evident and a few insecurities to make me realise that...
I probably knew it...I wanted it or not, is yet another deal...but lots unsaid was now spoken of directly with reactions
Not quite disappointing but they did have some nebulous answers

It's just mindful easiness and laid down on this day to creep on to this idea of staying happy when we want...It relieves you of then worries...procrastinates them for another hour or moment and I survived the brunt by passing it on through an extension cable of your life...
but it still remains opaque, even clearer and rather transient is such a life!
It's partly pretentious, yet unknown..I wish I did not for a better reaction when I know the answer, but that moment, the botherance doen;'t strike and you want an answer to everything you look for...all the answers you want to hear...and if you don't, it doesn't matter, cos' you're on a high

I need not this but it gives me relief for the moment...
If I live in the moment, there's no harm...is it ?
coming back to the low is inevitable and this will whine me about the moment I did not care...yet it's beautiful to know the moment I turned into a fool!
Nothing beyond that grabs you and you only love to be in the moment...so regret not..the high is always on a high...now no more struggling to carry myself,
I write this at 4 in the morning in an IIT lab after sneaking in past through a sleepy watchman, to fathom the state of my high this very night

I shall check this blogpost tomorrow...Rather (looks into the watch) today morning...

Good day :)

!! Want to sit in a corner beside a couch and sip coffee that ends no soon !!

I'm grabbed upon...
Grabbed by the most insisting part that does not belong to me

It still takes over...the authority and thought process,
intimidating and provoking...it needs to be ruptured
my glasses are on to announce it has not succeeded..
but am not sure if it works

I don't want to kill it, but make sure it falls into the trap
Sorry but make way!!

Another Feb...7*2

It has to be another year where I see myself with the coffee mug on a table spacing out staring at a wall. After like 22 years..many things seems to have changed. But that void is still untouched. Dubious it gets in there..it is me here or up there somewhere, hidden in the dreams.

That’s the precise reason I told mom that ‘I wish to go to Jupiter…’

No kidding..I really do. There should be a different me. Why is it that these 22 (that's 7*1+1)years…Okay., even if I discount the number of years…why even the last five blooddy long years, I have seen myself smiling at the mug. And the smile is not for its insipidity for the day…but because it dares to be different for the rest of the year.

Though it turns shameless on this day, walking all alone towards me, I respect it to be with me, to accompany me…and so I smile.

None has been able to intrude our way for these blooddy long years ... and dunno if someone can **smug**
Lots to share with and smile at the coffee mug this year too, but am still counting on the years, these blooddy long years !!

Feminism...

Feminism can be a fairly debatable topic that can go on for hours, rather days...
The lectures given by feminists, make it quite unstable above the top of you,
A Woman is a Goddess for some...while a piece of object for the same some as it convinces them on convenience!

Am afraid..I did not know much about this masochism and the powerless woman funda..about the patriarchal society that I lived in...
Females are given power as it permits\\
I'm here to discover if I was really living in the same...though I am aware of it all...I was sometimes bothered with the power domination, but the I also had the power to face the power and so I can talk about feminism today or rather understand it better

Though I am a witness to it in the society...It does matter to me when I wish to do something and when something is forced onto me...but the men too are forced, into believing to be masculine...isn't that a burden on them too

They are powerful no doubt but aren't they too supposed to wear a peculiar identity on their sleeves
However...I'm told to return home early as I am a girl..I can't say no to that cos' yes I might be eve-teased or molested or the worse to it :O
While my brother would not face the consequence, though he is often told about being present in the house before midnight...but the compulsion is lucid!!

Want a reason from the powerful who deny the rights and power of the powerless..powerless to decide for themselves, powerless- who have suffered from their biological only existence...powerless- who are not the only but vivid reasons for the powerful's existence...powerless - who cannot decide if they want or deserve the power!!

reason it out...the powerless are not powerless indeed but made to believe they are powerless...and that's why I use the term..(my apologies to all the women)
One needs to exist for themselves and the way they desire to and never otherwise!!

Freedom to express

We think..,We write!
When others think on our writings, they react
And then if when we think on their reactions, we manipulate!

The discussion in the lecture hall about the freedom of expression while you write gave an insight to what one thinks one wants to write and what one thinks one should write.
It shouldn't matter to others when one thinks and feels in one's writings. But it matters in the public sphere and one needs to keep in mind if the other will not get offended.
Freedom to express oneself is restricted. The world keeps debating, where one draws the line. It's difficult for others to agree on everything one says, that's true. Few asked, it's no one's business to agree or disagree on what the other writes.

But hey..what if one doesn't react to our writings..? Why am I even writing ?
We write making a conscious effort to invite and provoke views, agreements and opinions.
What if no one reacts?? There's no value attached to your writings (that's if you publish).
Intentional and diligently written readings need to be nurtured with comments and reactions. While writing anything, an author needs to be aware of the consequences or at least be ready to face them. The society may or may not like what you write.
Just the way one has the right to freedom of expressing oneself in the writings in any form...the reactions are also an expression that they are born with the rightful freedom.

Imagining the disagreements might want you to buy a silencer...but the freedom here might get restricted... legally!!