Sensex has finally touched the magical 20K. Beta Ambani elbows out Bill Gates as the richest person in world. Jubilations! Celebrations!
Far from these cries of jubilations and celebrations, somewhere in the heart of India, about 250K people, men and women from 12 states of country, downtrodden and exploited, divested of their lands and homes by the claws of growth and development, are quietly walking their way to New Delhi. About 6 km long serpentine queues crawl slowly towards the citadels of power. They speak different languages but what unites these people is their pain and their hope, the former very much alive and the latter on verge of death. And no matter in what language these poor men and women speak, their demand is same - Justice.
- Hope every powerless realizes that (s)he is the very source of power in democracy and it is high time the powerful understands it without any ambiguity.
- Hope they realize that when the rich and powerful forget Guillotine, they become vulnerable to various maladies that unrestrained power often engenders. Evidences exist to support the fact that every democracy needs a Guillotine in its backyard to protect itself from corruption and other evils that power invariable entails.
When a strong tortures a poor, it is administration, but when the weak raises his voice against the strong, it is revolution. Violence is indeed deplorable, but condoning oppression is also a form of violence. Non-violence, though impressive to the mind of the simple, is a doctrine which is imagined by an idiot and marketed by the satisfied. This doctrine seems indifferent to the urgency that is felt by the mother of starving children.
- Hope they understand that Red is the most convincing color. When a bull sees red, he loses his sense. But when a man sees it, he comes back to his senses.
Something that Gandhi's Talisman tries to sensitize has been rendered numb by greed in most of the people who are bribed by institutions like sensex. Perhaps a Chanakya is needed to rise again and rouse them to things that are more important than 20K.
May justice be done, urgently. Thankfully we, as a whole, do not believe in the cult of Guillotine, but I vaguely wish that we should make an exception sometime.
Above all, it must be understood that nothing but the dreams of Dharavi keep Hiranandanis immortal. Whosoever puts the crown on his head invariably becomes Dhananand. In that case, not only the crown but the very longing for crown must be destroyed, otherwise Dhananand will keep on coming to life, again and again.
Far from these cries of jubilations and celebrations, somewhere in the heart of India, about 250K people, men and women from 12 states of country, downtrodden and exploited, divested of their lands and homes by the claws of growth and development, are quietly walking their way to New Delhi. About 6 km long serpentine queues crawl slowly towards the citadels of power. They speak different languages but what unites these people is their pain and their hope, the former very much alive and the latter on verge of death. And no matter in what language these poor men and women speak, their demand is same - Justice.
- Hope every powerless realizes that (s)he is the very source of power in democracy and it is high time the powerful understands it without any ambiguity.
- Hope they realize that when the rich and powerful forget Guillotine, they become vulnerable to various maladies that unrestrained power often engenders. Evidences exist to support the fact that every democracy needs a Guillotine in its backyard to protect itself from corruption and other evils that power invariable entails.
When a strong tortures a poor, it is administration, but when the weak raises his voice against the strong, it is revolution. Violence is indeed deplorable, but condoning oppression is also a form of violence. Non-violence, though impressive to the mind of the simple, is a doctrine which is imagined by an idiot and marketed by the satisfied. This doctrine seems indifferent to the urgency that is felt by the mother of starving children.
- Hope they understand that Red is the most convincing color. When a bull sees red, he loses his sense. But when a man sees it, he comes back to his senses.
Something that Gandhi's Talisman tries to sensitize has been rendered numb by greed in most of the people who are bribed by institutions like sensex. Perhaps a Chanakya is needed to rise again and rouse them to things that are more important than 20K.
May justice be done, urgently. Thankfully we, as a whole, do not believe in the cult of Guillotine, but I vaguely wish that we should make an exception sometime.
Above all, it must be understood that nothing but the dreams of Dharavi keep Hiranandanis immortal. Whosoever puts the crown on his head invariably becomes Dhananand. In that case, not only the crown but the very longing for crown must be destroyed, otherwise Dhananand will keep on coming to life, again and again.
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