Mumbai, December 2, 2008 11:55 pm/Prateeksha 10th Road, JVPD Scheme, Juhu
The sun shone bright and strong this morning. And within hours the clouds that had cast a grey shadow over the city during the past few days burnt away. Birds chirped, traffic moved, the odd firecracker went off distantly, marking the advent of another marriage ritual.
The media printed a symbolic but realistically true picture of a smilie in the sky. The crescent moon forming the smile and the two stars above and on either side the two eyes ! A strange coincidence in their formation.
Debate and argument continued in the press and the electronic and the volume of comments went up in geometric fashion. The content in each was hard, questioning and reprimanding. Many assumptions and cynical accusations later, some sane and balanced voices were also heard.
One truth that prevailed throughout - a nation is very upset and angry.
Those that do not speak are accused of not speaking. Those that do, get run over by the incongruity of their content. There is loss of faith and hence annoyance. Annoyance not just because there is no faith, but because there is no one that is devising a solution. It is a state where anything or anyone shall become a victim of ridicule and negativity. It is a state when any and every action will be up for question and opinion.
Any democratic set up will require an elected representative and an administration to manage and run the country. Today there is apathy for both politician and administrator. Reams and reams of paper and cyber script has been expounded with solutions and acts and deeds that need to be recognised. Each and all of these bring logical and concerned ideas and suggestions and solutions. Each and all get questioned and put away.
There is far too much that has remained subdued and nascent, for far too long. The dam has just been breached and the waters of the barrage burst out, uncontrollably.
Every individual has a theory of what is wrong and what needs to be done. And anyone with any credible or non credible profile will and is being slogged. There is just no space for reason and understanding or any tolerance towards it.
There is defiance and a certain unashamedness.
Some philosophize in poetry. Some vituperate in words. Some candle in silence, some parade in demonstration. Some brood eventualities, some vocalize in visual. Some conference on strategy, some indulge in exploit. Some weep at loss, some weep at sympathy. Some courage in reconstruction, some repair in caution.
And some… sitting far, or within us, twitter and chuckle on the completion of a dastardly action…!!!
Amitabh Bachchan, in serious contemplation, on whether there should be a DAY 224 and beyond…
Posted on: December 4, 2008 - 7:18 pm
