Do we care? umm......Meh!!!

A so called 'dumpster' box  overfilled and flowing with garbage with it's complimentary smell for the pedestrians.

A pothole on the road! -  and at least one car wheel is it's victim.

An hour of heavy rains and the sewage water fills so high, that the mud filled floods become a  new centre of sight seeing for the citizens.

                  If we look at the overall situation in the country, along with the people's reactions, it pretty much matches with the above title.  So what do we usually do? We look up for a solution. How? By pointing at the local governing body. The local body in turn, slaps it on the central body. And the blame game goes on. So who is it we can really blame? Is it the government, the people or the nature itself?
                  The actual question is,  do we really need to get involved in this blame game? It's just like the situation, we have all experienced in our school days. We usually blamed our failure on the teacher or our parents or all the other things. We hardly realized that the real culprit was inside us.
                 If we see anyone throwing litter, we whisper to each other the person's wrong act but never point it out and when we ourselves are in a hurry, we sometimes do the same mistake subconsciously, we then rethink about it and let it pass on with the casual excuse, "utna to chalta hai!"
 This attitude is what basically needs to be changed. If we think it in that way, then imagine every person thinking about it in the same way and hence the mess.
                  Hum a John Lennon tune of the song "imagine" and the things will fall in the place. if we become careful, about the small petty things happening around us, then the situation will surely change.
                  If we follow the driving safety signs and the norms that our government has finally managed to post on the roadside, instead of making fun of it, then probably you've got it mate! If each person takes care of the garbage disposal in their own house, the amount of garbage that will be reduced on the roadside.  If each person trains the pets'  bowel movements and the waste disposal, then perhaps people will finally breathe some fresh air while walking.  If we clean the roads weekly, then there is no need of the special hurried cleanliness, when the politicians visit the city.
                    This might seem to be a little boring, but if you think about it peacefully and act upon it, then on a large scale, even the tourists may spread the good word.

                       A little thoughtfulness, a teeny tiny try and then lo and behold! The country will be a better place again.  

The Trampled Roots

The most asked question before 'Why did Katappa  kill Bahubali ?'  was ' who gave birth to whom  first- the egg or the chicken?'  Inspite of the confusion, the people have accepted both of them in the respectable  'laziz khaana' category without much dispute. Then why the injustice in the human race, between the gender, when it is more than clear who gave birth to whom. And I hardly think,  that anyone would object to this answer or raise an argument!!

                       

                      The protagonist of the human society, is being crushed underneath, like the root of a tree which lies underground - silent, and bearing all the insults targeted upon it. The hidden talents, which are dying to come out , to explore the world, to breathe freedom are being pushed into the dark shadows,  misconceptualized under the scary robe of protection. The sensitive, beautifully gifted , light filled female souls are robbed off their rights, at one or the other stages of their lives - some before birth,  while some after their deaths. 

                      These lively lanterns, are shown their 'aukaat' or their 'supposed position' at every moments. These ironical moments will leave Shakespeare's McBeth - the greatest ironies, in awe. 

When she was born, half of the crowds rejoiced in merrymaking, while the rest doomed in sorrow, blaming the Goddess  mother herself.

When she was still crawling , they dreamt  of a perfect suitor for her. 

When she was still learning to speak, they tried to suppress her feelings and keep her in control. "what if her words sadden the people? Who will marry her?" they said.

When she aced the exams in school, they tried to discourage her, fearing ,"what if she becomes a lawyer or a doctor"? Then what will happen to their perfect suitor's (probably a school drop out) position or the 'ijjat'

When she came of age, they prohibited her from wearing short skirts and jeans. "What will your future-in-laws think of you?", they said.

When she graduated, they gave her the nightmare of marriage and bearing children. "You will be the caretaker, when your husband starts a family"  they said. 

When she was a mother to two boys, they stopped her from working. " Who will nurture and nourish the children?", they said

When she stood there,   thirsty and hungry, after toiling in the kitchen and doing housechores, they grabbed the food out of her hand. "It's the rule to serve the husbands first. What will your master think?", they said.  

When she was lying on her deathbed, craving for someone to comfort her, they handed her a pen and a paper. "You've done your earthly duties. Now sign here, so that your children can enjoy your earnings of lifelong  hard work without much trouble and struggle", they said.

"You are a Goddess. A life on earth so invaluable that the diamonds will lose their shine and the sun will dim it's brightness, just for a glance of you",  they NEVER said.