A Nation less told,most ignored...

India is in a pitiable state..period!! No matter whether the sensex touches 20K or the country hosts CWG, it’s divided, and no, being divided is no diversified. India is in a pitiable state because the country gives full freedom to communal killers, mass murderers, looters, rapists, and those who prey on the poorest of the poor roam free. Justice never comes easy. The media and politicians engage themselves in ruthless conversations, arguments, discussions and ignore the most important issues crippling the nation. It’s a nation, less told and most ignored. It’s a nation of corrupts and hypocrites who believes in the game of double standards.

So, while today morning, I was wondering whether the ban call on burqa by the Shiv Sena was at all a right move, my morals questioned me of the people who are questioning my identity and stopping me from practicing my religion. What’s the use of shouting on top of our voice of our country being secular when we cannot give them the basic respect to any particular religion? A nation which creates a furore on certain Ms. Roy’s comments and charging her of sedition but not taking any step on the poor state of affairs in one of the most controversial regions of India. Corruption has always a way out in this nation, even reputed institutions like IIT Kharagpur is no exception where a professor is charged of distributing fake certificates and even Kalmadi having the balls to prove himself right on the opening ceremony of CWG.

I being an Indian feel sad not for this country but for the people residing her. I feel sadder when I see countless children struggling on the roads of Kashmir than feeling happier of Indians winning gold medals. I feel disappointed while reading the news of rape and murder of young women every other day than feeling elated on reading the news of Saina or Sania making a name in the field of sports.

And, no, we cannot escape the pity by saying every country has its own problems because everytime we make this excuse, a victim will question, “What have we done to stop this?” like the lakhs of people who are still waiting for 26/11 justice. There is no hope, justice dies a silent death in this nation……

A City....

Away from buzzing life of the city, I took some time to introspect. Why am I cribbing going to Kolkata?? Places never really mattered to me, I have travelled and stayed almost in all the cosmos and metros like Mumbai, Chennai, Bangalore, Hyderabad, Delhi but every time I leave Pune, there is a sense of dissatisfaction. Truly said, a city is a city because of its people. A city is a home because of someone special who resides in that city and our life run parallel to theirs. Not necessarily, I feel for something only if I stay… I have a special attachment with Mumbai and I have a special attachment with Hyderabad too. Pune is a place where I completed my education, it’s a place which is responsible for my transition from a boy to a man, it’s a place where I struggled for a life, it’s a place where I have gained identity.

Everything has been said, repeated and exhausted, there is nothing much to say about the cities…every breathe that we take weave a new tale and become an experience of sorts. Conscious or unconscious, everytime, we talk about cities, we end of talking about people. They are the ones who make your life memorable in a city. For Pune, I owe it to two of my good friends, without whom Pune would not have been Pune for me. Every single day that I have spent here is a tribute to our takes of friendship, whether it’s waking up early morning after a booz in the night to catch up an early morning show at e-square to save money or roaming around in the lanes of pune enjoying a nightout in cold December night. Whether it’s lazily lying around on the sofas on CCD and discussing people or painting the town red and purple with shopping!!! I might have mighty hated Chennai but then I have someone in my life today because of Chennai, I might have a harrowing experience in Mumbai, but then, it’s Mumbai who helped me identify true friends in my life.

Every city comes with someone special in your life. Every city brings a new hope in the form of someone who helps realize the importance of your life. Being a vagabond, I have had the best experience that a life can offer in the form of people. It’s people who makes and it’s the people who breaks…

Kolkata…I am coming!! In an unknown journey, the only thing I expect is to find that someone who can be a reason for me to be in KOLKATA….