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Oft we come across incidents which allegedly disrupt our ‘culture’.Oft we come across a group of jingoistic individuals ostensibly presenting themselves as saviours of our culture.Oft we see a zilch of an incident take shape of a hoopla for being ‘anti-cultural’.It is groovy that we have inherited a multi-cultural,a multi-ethnic society,but is it altogether a sin to think a bit far away from all of it?

The blending of the western culture in our society is not obscure to any mortal eye.But the vociferous protest against it,is embarrassing for a visionary India.The ‘pub-culture’ has already borne witness to the wrath of self acclaimed soldiers of culture.The latest victim of India’s adamant mind is ‘legalisation of homosexuality’.My contemplative mind,fails in every sincere attempt,when it tries to reason out,the ballyhoo surrounding it.If there is a consensus of two individuals,which culture prohibits them to pursue happiness.It is dismaying and causing consternation that our ‘religious-heads’ are thinking it all to be ‘anti-social’.I am afraid all that is left now in our ‘culture’ is a group of men,tired of their ‘lost-identity’,given up to every failure to lead a successful life,advocating the sermon for a ‘cultural-society’.We,the naive,call them ‘religious-heads’.The reason they give to patronage their orthodox behaviour is -“This has been going on for ages,this is gods way to do it”.I can’t help but think,is everything that has been going on for ages a supreme verity?And if that was the case why were ‘sati’, ‘untouchability’ and other menaces banned,after all even they were a part of our ‘culture’ once.

Any astute person would see that our culture is not being ‘destroyed’,it is evolving,like it has over the many years.A culture is never destroyed,it always evolves.But there are always protests to ‘change’.There is always just one more inexorable mind left.I am wishful that the higher minds decide what is best for our society pragmatically and not spiritually.For change is indispensable for a stable society.

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A news broke yesteryear,that shook the roots of complacency,that each Indian was so substantially embedded in.It encompassed a fellow Indian,being ruthlessly ravaged,deep down under(Australia).The word was nimble in its course and the whole of India was apprised,in a blink of eye.
The country borne witness to boisterous and belligerent protests in the aftermath of the victimized and eventually hospitalized student of Indian origin. For once,we were all united.
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Before I put forth,the sole intent behind this article,i would like to define ‘Racism’ articulatory.The lexicon defines ‘Racism’ as-Discriminatory or abusive behavior towards members of another race.As for this article,I will take this very definition to enunciate my hypothesis.Some of the citizenry on hearing sporadic occurrences of racism,get pushed in to delirium,and plunge in to selfish pride about how pious and ‘un’-racist they are.But are they really?

Yes, sure we are not racists,we are Indians.We have inherited the regime of ‘All are equal’,which our selfless ancestors so diligently and incessantly worked for.For instance,if we ‘accidentally’ refer an inhabitant of eastern India as ‘Chinky’,it doesn’t make us racists,or ‘hypothetically’ if we advert someone who dwells in southern India as ‘Malli’ or ‘Yangad-Bangad’,it won’t make us racists as we have a constitution that says otherwise.Even the profane language which we use to cite the scheduled castes nor the address of a ‘Bengali’ as ‘Macchi’,pronounce us as racists,as we are bound to joke,we are not brooding guilty,we are making humour.Our constant utterance to Muslims’ as ‘Katu*s’,is really humourous,isn’t it?I am erupting with laughter,aren’t you?Well I am sure the jokes about those belonging to the ‘Sikh’ community will make you laugh.

What a secular country,what an amusing population.We bode our full respect to all religions.We are not racists,we are clowns,we elicit humour.I urge you in strongest words to refute and reprimand anyone and everyone who says we,the Indians are racists,and patronage those who appreciate our humour.

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The apex court on the twenty-first day of July, pronounced a momentous verdict, and upheld that the right to motherhood is serving even the mentally disheveled women. The case encompassed Radha, a mentally challenged nineteen year old girl, who was ruthlessly raped at an aasharam, by a government janitor. When her pregnancy was discernible, the high court of Punjab and Haryana was moved over the acrimonious issue. The honorable courts decided that the girl’s mental state was vexing for the future of the baby, hitherto an abortion was indispensable. Some of the young lawyers were agitated and decided to file a petition against it in the Supreme Court. After the decision of the apex court, Radha now is entitled to have her baby.

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As a rule there were both sweet and sour opinions about it. I personally treat both the sides at par. Being an adamant supporter of equality, I welcome the verdict with all anxiety and pride. On contrast to it, I fear if the apex court has overlooked facts and preferred emotions? In lieu of scrutinizing the issue astutely, has the court decided the case sentimentally? Any pragmatic mortal mind will tell Radha is not capable to handle a child and responsibilities that are inevitable. She, herself being an orphan, is not only crippled mentally but her financial status is also vexing. Some of the psychiatrists believe her nascent mind, could go on to the lunacy of killing the baby if pushed towards delirium. Hypothetically taken, what if she does kill her child eventually, who would take the blame then? In such a miscellany, the future of the child indeed emanates consternations. But again, Radha can’t be ripped of her rights because she is ‘So and so’. The nineteen week old foetus can not be killed because it is possibly imperiled somewhere in the future. This issue brings in to perspective the controversial case which moved the Bombay high court last year, where the mother was seeking a legal abortion of her over twenty week old girl child, arguing that the foetus was examined and was found to be suffering from an incurable heart ailment, and that the girl would eventually have to face death untimely. The Bombay high court abrogated the plea, upholding the child’s right to live. There were questions asked even then, there were mixed reactions even then.

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As for the fresh case of Radha Vs Union of India, the circumstances are just more morose. My conjecture and surmise at this moment is perplexing, I don’t see a flaw in either of the arguments. All in all I do feel a need to amend the laws, to give a clear transparency in such issues. Abrahim Lincoln once said and I find myself privileged to quote – “Two persons may honestly differ on something, and they both can be correct”. As things stand at present, his intellect seems to have been justified again.

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An insight?

Always knew we’d come to this,

There isn’t  no honest piss.

Truth of lies,

Lies about truth.

Why contain thee?

Let even the blind see.

Hear not of that rich man,

or to that fat old man.

Do what you feel,

And all else will kneel.

Try not to be him,

An execrable sin.

There isn’t a way to be born,

But there are ways to die.

Live as there wasn’t one,

Die as you will still live.

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That one dark chilling night

That cruise side by side.

That certainity in daze,

That one last pretty face.

That exciting fun chase,

More with that black haze.

That too much of back and hair,

That one all in all stare.

That stupid smirk,

Those feelings which sunk.

So much for youth,

So much for truth.

You are gonna die alone,

No one for that stare.

Nothing for that chase,

None to weep over your face.

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Those fairy tales,

Those moral stories.

Those lessons we take,

Were and are still so fake.

Why wasn’t i told,

The day i was born.

There is a good deed,

But ain’t no more.

Humanity,the costliest whore,

So none buys a more.

Through the hymen,

The pleasure of pain.

That momentous pleasure,

of  being insane.

No happy for others,

No real flight without feathers.

We killed the world,

Save yourself.

-Rahul Shrivastava

(Saving me)

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Each Indian is vexed when one reminisces the unequivocally detestable series of events which shook India on the twenty-sixth day of November,last year.As appalling and dismaying it was,the worst was yet to strike.The probe which commenced showed assurance of ‘speedy justice’,which is all in all alien to our country.But the Much Ado was short-lived. The self realisation of being an Indian was what followed.

Days passed,they cumulatively added to make months.Now they are about to make a whole year,and yet the guilty is on trial.Ajmal Kasab,the solitary survivor of the perpetrators,is still breathing with strength and honor.The law of the land gives him the right to be adjudged innocent,until the honorable courts decide otherwise,which is not yet the case.So as of now he is as clean,as you are,as pious,as you are.The news broke today that our ‘leader’ as some call him,Mr. Manmohan Singh gave a word that our country shall not hold composite talks with Pakistan until it punishes those guilty of masterminding 26/11.Mr. Prime Minister if our own country still treats Kasab as innocent,expecting our neighbours to take action is outrageous and a bit humourous simultaneously.Justice delayed is justice denied.The dilly-dallying brings in to spotlight,a country governed by weak,meek and submissive ‘leaders’,reluctant to take collossal steps.In lieu of taking prompt actions,and send a strong message to all the potential terrorists,our great nation believes in waiting.Is it really worth it?Our country was held hostage and ravaged for three days incessantly on live television and it had all our eyes and ears aroused.As if we were waiting for a cine matinee in prosaic.The chargesheet filed against Kasab is just rambling unceasingly for pages,thousands of them.Mr. Kasab is alleged of loitering about the Shivaji terminal without a platform ticket,and will be trialed for it.Oh dear lord,that is a heinous crime,isn’t it?So much for transparency.

The great nation of U.S.A. hanged Saddam Hussain till death on live television,alleging his insubordination towards them.The new India,the shining India seems to have forgotten and gone about it’s quotidian routine as if there was never a 26/11.There are two sides to see it.One and the much hyped side to it is that nothing can wear India down.The not so hyped,worrying side to it is that we pragmatically don’t care.Everyday we watch the news as it breaks,we get apprised,and thats it,we forget that it ever happened.Cases of murders,extortion,rape,abduction seemingly entertain us.Instead of getting alarmed,we watch it casually as if it is a part of our routine.I beg you to put yourself in the victim’s shoes,will you be so adamant,so ignorant,if it was you,or a comrade of your’s?The same tune was sung after 26/11,the mob was agonised,they were ready to throw off the democracy if it didn’t guarantee their safety.Their reaction,and belligerence was unprecedented.But now assess where we are.We have become complacent.We have allowed time to take a toll on us.We are not demanding justice,we are waiting patiently for it,whenever it comes,in whatever way it comes.

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I just hope,am just optimistic Kasab doesn’t die of old age and instead is tasted the flavour of justice.I just hope we change ourselves,we start to take responsibilities morally,we start to commit ourselves for the benefit of others,we feel for the others,we don’t enjoy news,we realise it,we strive for the greater good.And above all we don’t completely forget so much, so soon.

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A nascent sapling cut from a tree,

Planted to be free,

Planted on a new ground,

Separated to be found…

Little did it know,

What was to come

It was alone,

It kept mum…

It is now a tree,

Not yet free,

To a fellow farmer it heeds,

Too egoistic to plea

Not willing to be helped

But being in need

To strengthen its roots,

To spread its shoot

“Let me” said the farmer

“Leave me be” said the tree

Aid was denied,

So was the denial,

The farmer reached out,

The tree backed down.

It must have been a farmer,

That cared a lot,

Abated resistance

To grow a good crop

The tree is finally free

It owes a ton

To the farmer who assisted thee

To the tree it was cut from

And it is amazed

It is crippled

It is dazed

A farmer like one no one can replace

Whenever in retrospect

It sees its parturient past

It bends in shame

For the arrogance cast…………………….

Rahul Shrivastava

(The insubordinate tree)….

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‘Spandan’ an altruistic NGO, inspired by benevolence and humanitarian values, embarked on to dig out the most execrable verity, that has changed Madhya Pradesh, Hindustaan ka dil, as wee see it. The recently concluded survey uncovered that malnutrition has engulfed fifty children in the past six months, in Madhya Pradesh alone. The numbers are periling to cross the hundred mark with ease if the entire nation was dealt at hand. When the political ‘know-how’ bureaucrats were apprised about the deplorable circumstances, they began lecturing the various turpitudes of modern society, and failed but not once, when it came to absolve themselves out. Their unceasing attempt to adjudge themselves innocent highlights the depravity of a human mind.

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It is unfortunate that a child is not considered malnourished till he becomes a severe case and is at the dearth of his life. The impoverished people of Satna district(M.P.),lack basic facilities like seating arrangement, drinking water, separate toilets or space to cook nutritious food; These numbers equally put forth the abysmal condition of medical facilities and emergency services provided to the not so developed classes. When a child dies of malnutrition, he does not go off easy. It happens through a slow and sickening chain, which leaves the child at pitiable and hapless condition. Sunken eyes, deep-set skin exhibiting each and every one of the 206 bones present, are what a parent must bear witness in his to be caretaker. The gut wrenching thought of impuissance becomes quotidian.

With the mushrooming up of fast food restaurants, pizza huts, and a gazillion more places to grab a bite, these figures are disturbing to any section of our multi-ethnic society. Next time you spare excess food at a fancy and gaudy restaurant, I invite you to spare a thought. Next time you curse your existence, I invite you to compare. Next time you feel that India is perfect, I invite you reconsider.

Why must a child die at all? Why do people feel they can justify death? Why is the government inefficient in providing the most basic amenity for life?These are a very few from the plethora of riveting questions crowding my fragile consciousness.

The hour when the government both at the centre and state level should accept their cumulative failure is here. New norms regarding food security need to be devised and executed to curb this horrid menace sine die. The proposal of propagandas is not alien to our system, its their implementation which is all in all indispensable.

A child lost to malnutrition is a concern for all Indians, a shame for all residents in the near by vicinity, a sin for the government.

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