The Hand That Holds The Broom

‘Oh you guys had 9/11?! We got 26/11…can we be friends now and play please??? How about that…any of those deals btw…I’ll give you my pink broom.’

One political game after another…feels like you are back in those Neanderthal days when hunting was the only game/ occupation/ requirement…anything you want to call it. Devouring over an innocent’s soul…let me correct that…souls of many many innocents…

I kept wondering why I never did get around to writing about the Mumbai attacks…a loved one is there, it was a city that created homes for many and much more to come, more than that it was unexpected (at least for the civilian). And then…there happened something that shook my world.

Have you ever felt that terror shake from every nerve that made you? Are you a woman?

The scene is as follows. We got birds chirping (birds in various pretty colors), we got the autumn breeze…lets make it a nice January breeze alright, young students from varied origins hanging around in cafés…imagine you are standing in one of those locations you’d call ‘cute’. Feels relaxed doesn’t it…this breath of fresh air…

CUT TO

A bunch of vulgar looking men, pounce at the group of those young things you were smiling at a moment ago. Women are flung across and physically abused at…few boys get hit. Men are beating up these GIRLS…

END SHOT

Oops! Not so cute after all eh. Man! It’s like it’s just your loo that’s peaceful in this world!! I’m sure you’re a politician…rather you were one, until you broke all ties with a political party and figured you were good to go ahead, get the best of all worlds, all parties…all LEFT, RIGHT, WRONG (I’m not getting too political am I??). So you knew werewolves attack at daytime huh…you attended the secret meeting and then just stood there while GIRLS were brutally handled…

Where did you go!!! Man did you see that footage!!! Omigod…the girls!!! Who would do such a thing??? And then comes out the various status messages from our country people, the bloggers, the silent revolution that I cant hear because those girls were yelling…

Without judging if they were innocent or not, doing drugs, hanging out, came from troubled homes and have very few getaways…putting all that aside…well why the hell should we put every goddamn thing aside!!! Who cares where these kids came from??? If you were like me (very unlikely though), then Mangalore is a town that we know has few colleges and probably a nice weather around it. Period. What happens when right in front of you, there is such a gory footage that runs across every news channel, debates, opinion polls, polls about the debates, debates about the result of the polls…so on and so forth. All this when India was celebrating her 60th Republic Day amidst such tight security. Yippee! Happy Birthday??? Happy Republic Day India??? You guys safe na…we’ll handle our shit, as long as OUR ELECTED LEADERS are OKAY!!!

Repulsive as it was to watch, unimaginable what would have happened…what is to become of the girls…the victims??? Then again…it was just that the media got there and ours is a fairly huge country…


Simultaneously, somebody who needed a visa to step into MY country, walks around, camera in hand, shoots it for the world to see and then what do you have...awww...pity and sympathy towards us. "Aww you poor guys go through THAT?? Let us help you!" Et voila..gold dust above your head, the same dust that annoyed me...I got rid of it.

Jai Ho you guys, may the politicians and those with power to make a difference, continue succumbing to pressure and have fun with the blame-game in the meantime. Let’s watch the authorities serve and protect film stars and other inconspicuous people…we’re fine.

We GIRLS & WOMEN are fine all over the world!!!


P.S: Will shortly return with something romantic to write, ‘cos we’re always told to move on.