Angry Young Man

Chutiye
Saale tere jaise itna maar khate hain, bhaag yahan se, nikal saaleee, bc...........

Humiliated, that's how I felt.
Slowly, I turned my back, put back my papers in the bag, put on the helmet, and with misty eyes, started again for my class, on my stunner.
I don't know, whether it was the Smog around, or the feeling of being humiliated in public by the UP Police, my eyes were burning, and for once, the sound of my heart pounding against the walls of my rib cage, seemed to compete with the throttle of my Japanese Honda engine.

What I saw yesterday was rape in broad day light by goons in Khaki uniforms.
In the name of Traffic Month, these people were simply out there to harass the common man.
If you had a DL, where is your RC?
If you had a RC, where is the pollution control certificate?
When did you renewed it?
Even if someone had all the papers, the manner and tone in which these goons were talking was simply untolerable for anyone who respects self-identity.

They are pure extortionists, state-sponsored mafia, and I saw their bloody dirty face yesterday.
Inspite of all my best efforts to stay calm, I lost temper, and said:
" I have already shown all my documents. If I don't have my RC because it will take another week, I cannot help it yaar"

The moment I uttered the word yaar, I had committed the gravest crime in the world.
M****C**d
Bc
Hum tere yaar hain.


After 15-20 mins of teasing, they seemed to be getting bored, for more fools were in the queue.
Chutiye
Saale tere jaise itna maar khate hain, bhaag yahan se, nikal saaleee, bc.........

Angry, humiliated and disgusted, I had no option but to leave.
Is this my country?
Is this my police, whose duty is to protect me?
Why am I a Chuitya, because I respect the rule of law, I wear a helmet while riding my bike, or because I stand for what is just?

Bhadwe hain, dalaal saale, aur ismain galti us police waale ki utni nahi, jitni hamare system ki hai, kyunki use bhi uske political boss ne target diya hoga, jao aaj Noida se itna chanda lekar aao.

Is system main system follow karne waalon ki na koi aukaat hai aur na hi koi izzat.

I don't understand why don't these Khaki people realise that they are one of us, and if not for that Khaki, I would have really made them understand who the real Chutiya is.

One more thing, whenever a cop abuses, wo gaali lagti hai.

Hang them all......

TO be hanged by the neck untill death

I am not making news when I say that India is one of the most favored terrorist targets, neither do I claim to make a discovery when I say that the life of an average Indian is one of the most easiest to take among the different countries of the world.

But what definitely should have made news, was the appeal of Shiv Sena chief, akka Bal Tackerey, in his Sena mouthpiece, Samna, to hang Mr. Ajmal blah blah Kasab, publicaly, infront of Gateway of India, for the accused faces charges of killing innocent Indians, in the so called "Mumbai Under Seige" episode.

As an average citizen of India, I share the same angst and irony as Mr Thackrey shares, and for the first time ever in my life, I see reason in aggressive capital punishment. By his call of Hanging Kasab in public, He wants to show them, an eye for an eye. Enough is enough. We won't keep quiet forever. Hang him, bloody killer, let them know, India is no sissy.

Let me go a step further, and ask all of us, all we Indians:

• Over 1000 fellow innocent Indians died in post Godhara riots in Gujarat, kids have been orphaned, mothers disgraced, men broken in shadow and spirit, the soul of the nation had been raped, but what did we do?
• The riots of Bombay spread a new wave of communalism in India, what did we do?
• Maximum number of rapes take place in India, what do we do?
• A kid dies in this country every minute because of mal nutrition, what do we do?

The list will go on and on, but does it really matter to us, if innocent Indians are killed, or does it matter to us, it's we who hold the trigger or it's them?

If Kasab can be punished, why not these traitors?

What justice exists in a society, where girls are traded in the pursuit of money, where children are sold for survival, where murderers and rapists voice public opinion in the parliament, where a man spends all his life trying to justify his integrity to the nation, where to be just and true is a crime?

The only justice I see, is to hang them all, once for all, I am sick and tired of this rotten system, and I do want my children to live in a society where survival is not based on the roots of acceptance of the bloody system.

All Indians are my brothers and sisters, bloody joke of the century.

LOC:Line of Control

Will you take dowry?
No, I won't.

A deafening wave of laughter submerged my response even before it could surface on the canvas of our discussion. Mocking won't be the right word to describe it, though irony may just be perfect.
Sitting in a class of aspiring civil servants, I expected this response to be accepted as quite natural, on the contrary, it generated a series of laughter and comments:

"Humain kuch nahi chayiye, lekin aap apni beti ko dena chahte hain to koi problem nahi"

"App cash mat do lekin ek badi gaadi hoti to"

No one pointed fingers at me, no allegations were made.
Yet, i felt the pinch.
The ladies laughed, the gentlemen smiled, as if I had cracked the greatest joke at that hour.
Maybe, what they were referring to was correct, the prevailing customs and prejudices in the society, but then, who is to blame and correct, if not but we?
I often get the advice of keeping idealism separate from realism, yesterday was no different, but again an eye opener of the brutal fact, that in reality, a whole lot of us is still a barbaric, selfish bunch of individuals, afraid of the society as a tradition.

The Line of Control between good and bad, between values and objectives, between opinions and beliefs, seems to be diminishing at the pace of nauts. Our education too is of little help, as it is but ultimatley the environment that one gets at home which dominates one's thought process and defines the freedom with which one percieves the blurred reality.

Time and again, society bombs my wall between idealism and practicality with heavy canons loaded with pounds of reality.
In the wake of yesterday's fresh attacks, I am mending the walls.

This line of control may not last forever, i can only hope, it does.

A Nation- Blasphemous Existence!