Yeh jo des hai tera.........

Rapes rapes everywhere….. every single day…. But you see,” highly dented-painted women” “should have called the culprits ‘brothers’ and begged before them to stop”. In fact, both the rapist and the victim are equally responsible- say some!!!

101 crore meant for betterment of poor, has mysteriously found its way to the pockets of politicians and govt officials.  They do have proof that shows a small part of the amount being allocated to poor. Alas! Those recipients are either dead/ fictional.

Two soldiers guarding the borders brutally killed by neighboring country army and we have a set of legislators – “lodging strong protests” while the other side, as expected denying any such incident.

Murders, hate speeches, conspiracies, homicides, extortions, accidents, scandals, more and more rapes- all sorts of incidents which make you want to run away from this part of the planet. I could take no more, I folded back the newspaper. I step out of our building, coughing as the thick fog enveloped me- it’s not the weather, but insect repellant. On the road- there lies, not one but many-dogs. Yawning-the sharp teeth on display, chasing the garbage collector truck, chasing two wheelers- well, it’s their kingdom. A young mom and her kid trying to shoo away one of them- in vain! One of them started barking and the whole community joined the barking competition. I mustered enough courage and walked, praying to get a glimpse of an empty rik. Relived on spotting one, I thought of one Ms.Gandhi and PETA and similar bodies and of Nirbhaya and many other unknown faces, of the fate of women vs that of animals.

I was running late to work. Roads-dug up for reasons unknown, traffic jams, eunuchs/young mothers begging with their kids. I can’t comprehend the state of my mind as I sat in the rik, oblivious to the begging! A man- running amidst moving traffic, to board a moving bus! A road roller, busy- filling potholes with crude stones- blocking traffic during the peak hours.  Whom to complain? Whom to question? I couldn’t help, but smile as Rahman crooned in my ears….

“yeh jo des hai tera….

swades hai tera”