It is going to be so difficult to write to you. As of now most jibes are hurled at blasé villains who have copiously robbed us of our integrity, chattels, honor, nobility and pride. But my concern is seldom having faith left in you. They think you are not worldly wise; or they think you have no interest left in ‘give them peace’; probably they also think that proving you a potent and influential clout is ineffectual and futile.
Imagine a keyed and wound up, hyperventilating, belligerent and forever-fighting crowd for 2.7 acres of land. Imagine you given a choice of residing in your preferred abode, where would you like to put up? Ever thought that? Or let’s just look at your (read: namesake) children, Kalmadi who has bared the last piece of rag from our pelt; Politicians (countless names) who have turned deaf ear to all our protest, request, gripe and dissent. Imagine a crowd divided, sub-divided, segregated and carved up; there are multitudes of them, it will take more than eternity to count. Now this chunk of caste, sub-caste, communities, religion etc wants their own space. This leads to a protracted battle, riots and commotion. People have suffered, they have planted issues, they have recovered and they have lead to a vicious cause-effect chain. No sign of your supremacy on their errands, yearning, aggression, wrath, frustration and fury.
My mother says that you are in us, a part of us or I must say everywhere. I have believed every word from her and she also says, I am a part of you and therefore my self-avowal is so sky high. I have also heard your voice from my conscience. I come from that school of thought, which says, God has an answer to your every prayer. I have that litheness to ward off that thought and say, ‘Relax! I am okay, you are okay’, without thinking and questioning your existence. You already know that, it does not matter. Really! But I wanted to know is it that simple for you too? How can you live with so much dirt and filth around? When people (your children) fight for land, why don’t you give an appearance and tell them you don’t need reconciliation, or you don’t give a damn to whether your abode is a temple or mosque. Or, is it that you are also tired of decoding the sentiments of billion plus population? And therefore, you have stopped reacting? I have heard (from my mother, again) that if you get angry at people, you teach them a lesson. I remember hurting my hand when I had hit my brother without any reason and my mother had said, God punishes us if we do something wrong. It is etched in my soul. I have since then refrained doing anything that hurts people.
Why is it that the then controlling and powerful you are not showing your wrath, not reproving the scandalous, never correcting the diversionary tactics, not bridging the gap and seldom purge the squander.
Waiting for your reply,
Manjari
