Let me start
this article with wishing you all A Very Happy New Year 2015
-Night ends
with munching up flesh off the bones, inhaling smoke and gulping in the
alcohol-
Wakes up to
the same sun, head banging, trying every break for hangover and ends up puking
the waste out. While sipping the coffee, checks 62 unread messages on WhatsApp.
People, who never looked at you, never cared for you have sent you long, never
ending messages which end with same monotonous New Year greeting. Some
duckheads are so lazy and careless that they even forget to edit the name at
the end of message. Anyway that’s the first day of the New Year.
Here comes
the second day and it still feels the same. Logged on to the Facebook and here
it goes again. Your wall and message box is full of New Year greetings from
long distance relatives, friends studying or earning in Americaaaaa and then
the whole bunch of photos clicked under the blessings of flashlight in a city
pub. While some were cheering the arrival of 2015 in Marine Drive, some were
enjoying free ki daaru in Trident. While
some were busy in cutting the cake and pasting it on friend’s face, some were
so boozed up even to open eyes for the photo.
Oh did I
forget to mention any other part of society? What? You say the poor? Oh come
on! We have never considered or cared for them; leave alone such days when we
are busy with decorating our naked bodies with the best of clothes, ornaments,
leather shoes or sandals. It is fine and cool to throw away untouched piece of
bread but it is hard to ring the bell of humanity by feeding a poor.
The sadness of Peshawar attack has been well
washed by the status updated and Photos/Videos upload. Or lets say, we cared
least for the innocent children who died for no reason. Wondering why I am so
sad and broken over the killings of those little angels? Answer is- they are
best part of humankind, upon whom we pass on the burden of making this world a
better place to live. With the bullets passing their small body, we all took
our last breath. Not only the attacks, maybe we even gulped in the comments made
by parliamentarians in the same spirit as we gulped in the Jack Daniels. Anyway
that’s the second day of the year.
And then
other days looks no better, filled in by the news of terror, rapes, killings
and injustice. Looks like some people didn't get to celebrate New Year eve or
may be the taste of food was not up to the mark. Again and again and again,
from the incidents around the world and in inner worlds, what can we conclude
of the life we are living?
We are so
fucking damn wasted, broken, crushed down and terrorized that we can’t and
don’t want to see the real face of our society and the world we are living in. We
are pale faced machines who are moving around in the circle of life, knowing
the surrounding but refusing to accept.
PS- After
the Peshawar attack, we all were glued to our television sets. On one news
channel around 9PM news, a female host was coordinating a kind of debate where
our nation India was represented by some Major-General of Army and on the other
side, person of same rank was sitting. Or maybe he was some other dignitary. Blame
game was on for good 10-15mins when the Indian representative lost his cool and
said. ‘Ab tumko dard ka pata chala hoga, jab tumhare desh mein bacche mare hai’
and on some other topic ‘Abey chup ho ja saale’.
Now, is this
how you respond to your neighbour when hundreds of beautiful and innocent
children have been killed? And Is this the language you use on national
television?
Whatever!
Happy New
Year 2015.
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