Who Cares

Ya, it started as just another day. It was October 11, 2006, I woke up at 9 am, did all the essentials and get into my car to rush to the office. Listening to the FM Radio and havin my breakfast, I was drivin on the highway when suddenly I came across something which defined my whole day. When life is running at a fast pace, u tend to forget things happening around you, the state of people around you.

There was a rickshaw puller being beaten up by a well dressed gentleman because he was just too close to his Honda Accord car (I assume this was the reason). And then my mind kept on thinking, was it that big a reason to beat up someone. Or the reason was altogether different. the real reason was that the rickshaw puller was poor, of a lower cast, and at the wrong place at the wrong time and in front of a High-Society man who can do anything he wants with his fellow countrymen just because he has the power of the green paper in his back pocket.

The person who spent 18 lakhs and has his family member enjoying movies all day and nights beats up a person who saves 18 rs a day to send back to his village in Bihar so that his parent don't die and his children don't beg. That's whats happening around us.

Lets spoil our mood for sometime by thinking of all this and go to sleep. That's all we can do about it.

One Night....

It was 11:30 Pm on September 1, 2006.. it was drizzling and I walked out of my office to get into my car and drive 36 long kilometers back home.... I had been in office for 14 hours and was tired and pissed off.... while on the road, it started raining heavily and traffic slowed down.. I got stuck in a jam at 12 AM in the night on Delhi-Gurgaon highway.... as I the traffic cleared everyone picked up pace and I too drove fast as I was already frustrated.... then I saw a sardarji in front of me on a LML scooter who also wanted to reach back home... drenched in water, he too drove a bit fast until he fell on the road as there was a big hole due to heavy rain... his scooter in the middle of the highway and he was lying about 7 metres away... not able to stand, a guy helped him out and I picked up his scooter and his shoes... with a twisted ankle and a number of wounds, how would he reach back? The look on his face made me feel that i am a lot better.... But why? Why did he fall? was it his mistake... can't he drive his vehicle at his own pace? He would have spent all his life paying taxes to our government and what did he get in return? A fall on the road.. It felt like someone has punished him for paying a part of his hard earned money (which he could have used to marry his daughter).... that's our great democracy... where Ford Endeavours line up for the politicians... and the man who paid for them is lying on the road at 12 AM in the night... long live our democracy....

The Child

We The People.... Born in metro cities we go on with our life as it is.... what we dont think about is about the child who is born in a lower caste and a small village in Bihar or in Orissa or Chattisgarh.... Is it his/her mistake ??? No it isn't.... But he will suffer throughout his life.... Why??
Why Cant we do anything... that child wont grow up eating healthy food or drinking cow's milk... he will get only what his poor parents, who themselves barely survive, have .... He wont go to school... he will spend his childhood crying and his teenage would either go in begging or he will work as a bonded labourer... Does this country (our great india) belong to us... or is he a part of it as well?? if yes, why does he die hungry... and we have to say "plz .. my stomach is full" "I will have more later"....
if he would have a chance to study... he might have gone to an IIT or an IIM... but he's not given a chance....
The resources of a country should be equally divided amongst its people... that's just a dream for our country...
and we live as we are....watching on the TV how many Naxals were killed in a small village... but were they terrorists... they are MA's , Phd's and doctors who are fighting... they are no terrorists... some groups gave them tht name.... thay fight for that poor child... so that his children dont suffer due to the System of this so called socialist country... Where farmers still commit suicide and the netas win elections over the "India Shining" campaign... way to go India...

Life as of now......

Sittin in my air conditioned office with a cup of coffee... I almost forgot whats happening in the world around me... "I" ??? Who am I??? do i deserve to sit there on that black colored comfortable chair and sip the cup of coffee.... what have I done in my life... Just cleared all the exams and got a good job.... Do I think of any1 else while enjoyin my life... I know some people may say "who cares"... but thats the Attitude which is responsible for the backwardness of our country..

Why?? Why do i reach office late everyday... ??? Its corruption thats the root cause... these so called "netas" take bribes and give permission to big MNC's to take away the farmers land and built sky high buildings... but the roads??? the electricity ?? water?? Nothing... who suffers... We do... and what do we do... Nothing ??? Nothing at all???

"Rebel" ... its not only bollywood movies where it can happen... we can change... we have to get up from that sofa and walk out in the sun...

And we will ...