Wednesday, May 15, 2013

A strong Dictatorship is better than a weak democracy

After living a while in the free, liberal, and socialist India. I am propelled to think how a strong dictatorship can be batter than a weak democracy. To my surprise, Instead of being reluctant about this proposition, I'm rather hopeful, and believe that this is very much true.
Man by nature, is 'selfish'. A layman when confronted with crisis, seeks to help himself first, then his family, further his commune, and then maybe, his nation. And people! These aren't my thoughts, but of the lady with a lamp- Mother Teresa. Probably the kindest and benevolent of man on Earth ever been. She herself admitted once, "I'm most selfish, It's just that my horizons of seldom are wider."
Teresa's goals were people's health. Wasn't she a dictator on them for their well-being? Who is a dictator anyway? "The one who takes charge by his own will." The one driven to take country on his shoulders and elevate its economy. The one whom we'll count on to be a -STRONG DICTATOR.
And If you find this unrealistic, then probable you've forgotten about the baby born with a blood clot on his right palm- Genghis Khan. He not only changes the course of world history, but united the bast expanse of Asia and further still, and ruled it! Sure, We don't need someone with that much vigor and strength. One-fourth of him is more than enough to rule the fragmented pieces of land, we call "countries".
But Before we glorify the worth of dictatorship. Let's reflect on the cause for which the freedom fighters and other founder leaders of our nation were driven to bring in the marxist ideas and the rule of democracy?
Sure, Nothing stands in front of an ideal or strong democracy as in the Netherlands, But, A weak democracy, I believe is a DIPLOMATIC FORM OF DICTATORSHIP. It does no good but exploits its people, as happening in India etc. They say democracy is where "we" have choices, but after being prey to gat-bellied corrupt leaders and  booth capture, It's very hard to believe. They say "common man" has his say in the govt. The up roaring Delhi streets for Damini and Gudiya, or the "andolans" of Anna and Kejriwal, are enough to prove against it. In our democratic regime, we are assured that our money is safe and made to good use, in the hands og the authorities. But news channels and headlines covering reports about various scams like- CoalgateChitfund, and 2G Spectrum, shun our hopes and believe, leaving us scurrying helplessly everywhere.
Democracy have been well known for its another loop-hole 'Delaying decisions'. Every acy, every amendment has to pass through so many procedures and that too under those corrupt ministers (most of them have criminal charges- A cool website unleashing it! ) What should we expect of them? Either it leads to delays or merely in support of their criminal friends.
Last, but not the least. We all know Mr. Narendra Modi , Little is his tone dictatorial, and Lo and behold! He has uplifted Gujrat so much! Not only has it become industrialised and thriving in agriculture, but is claimed to be one of the safest, with a crime rate of 8.2. These are just facts, which need interpretation  But anyway, Stats speak the truth loud.
No matter what form of government is, but the leader should be strong, both, in his actions, as well as his thoughts. The hour calls for the need for a need of a better leader or should I say, An ACTUAL leader.
Our country is still following the education system our colonial rulers endowed us with. The system followed then was called the "Education of Slavery" by Tagore. Now, as we claim to be an independent and free country, shoudn't we value the intellect and wisdom more than memory? Shouldn't we look for leaders and give room for creative thoughts instead of following the status qou maintained by "FOLLOWERS IN POWER"? Shouldn't we call for a reform?
Democracy has failed to give us such leaders. Weal leaders have made the community weaker. So, shouldn't we hope that strong leader will build aa strong commune. And as the saying goes,"Only in dark, we urge to see the light." This is where I sum up.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

The Morning Dusk of memories

I saw the clouds encroaching towards
The sky they might never conquer
half-lit by the grace of the sun
Others mundane, dark and dull.
(As they must be)

In them the winds went bustling apart
From heavens to hells
and unknown afars...

The sun seem to wave the bye
And moon desperate, to say "Hi!'

The canvas brush go smothly afloat
on the clouds painted by artist's woe
of tremor that had shook us all ; 
when tornado hit humanity
on that morning Dusk.

I remember It as "just a memory".

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

After It's combusted...

Remember "the dark night" Delhi? India? Remember the dreadful screams of women and men on streets... The crowded roads of rajpath, begging for some security for themselves in a country called India, A democratic country, Remember Damini ? Remember Gudiya ? remember them?
Remember the thunder hit us all, when the rapists were given police protection, and when we got to know of how the Police wanted to sell the gudiya's case by offering her parents a little sum, and making them keep
shut! Remember any of it?

Well, If you are an Indian.. an educated one ... I didn't say whether you attended school or not, I mean to ask you ...ARE YOU EDUCATED? ... Well, If yes, Then probably you know, In case you're not...Just go to the living room, and pick up a newspaper. Any newspaper  from your city local to The times or The Hindu...You'll know what rape cases are. 
You see, our country have them everyday. And the worst part? Its that the stats show the rape rate in India in 2011 was 1.8 % ...I'd say it as 'JOKE OF THE MILLENNIUM  ...Its not their fault BTW. It is a fault of our pervert society... A country which have bowed to the women president, still seems to think of women as second grade citizens. 
I do acknowledge the fact that large part of our society have developed considerably. But, that is in itself causing these alarming "unreported" rates of Rape...! and sexual assault.

Men from villages (sorry, I don't wanna point out.) and backwards states when come to the posh cultures in cities...they interpret it the wrong way. They interpret every single action of a lady, as provoking. They do not know how-stuff-works-here. This cultural shock make their fantasies go wild!
But why?
Do you see people, that in our socialist country, the Educated are getting educated..and uneducated are depriving still. This has created a big gap in our cultures and society. A big one, So big that It is hard to fill. Today, People like you and me, don't even think about Cast, we almost believe that it had ended... but has it? ...You want evidence. Here it is- Matrimonial, reservation... More? Go and visit a village or backward community. The problem of caste system, is at the core of India. It remains unresolved, and from my analysis...It is one of the toughest issue to get cured. But yes, Don't we believe that 'DARK" is the urge to see light. And yes, We do. This dark night, had instilled within us the urge to see LIGHT.

And that light I within Education. Only Education is the way, we can uplift our society. Our Indian minds are respected all over the world, We just need to put them to the right purpose. "Each one Teach one" You getting me? Why not have a five year plan where Ngo's must work for education? Why not, each one of us! take a step towards a healthy living. After all, It is the people who defines the nation, not the politics !

Oh yeah! I ramble allot... What I REALLY WANTED TO SHARE WAS MY POETRY... A tribute to the black spot on the face of our nation- the rape cases of damini and Gudiya.

After It's Combusted 

I'm the heat the coal imprisons
After its combusted.
I'm the blood the skewer licks
Of morsels of that naive chicken's slaughter
I'm the dead water mere
that'll fill the city ground, after this devastating tsunami. 
I'm the wrath my nation'll flow through
in crowds, in protest...under these night lights. 

I'm the first tear, the sky had shed
After 9/11 (or 26/11*) or today.
I'm the last vapor, the sea heaved
After your village died of drought. 

I'm the baby, this virgin conceived
Of several unknown rapists;
My fathers. 
I'm the heat the coal holds
After its combusted.