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There is clamor of democracy in the state, everyone is busy yelling but no one is ready to listen to the silence which just spoke. And when it spoke he became mute. He was my husband. He died of T.B: a curable disease. You must be wondering why? Because we don’t have money and hospitals that treat poor is still a distant dream in India of five star hospitals.
Family members are coming together to share the pie of power, but my family got into shambles in search of a piece of a bread. Power they will always have and savor, but there is no guarantee that the bread I will have and my family that is remaining will share.
This festival of democracy has many colors, and one color or a mixture of colors will win at the end of the day but I, the daughter of democracy, will be left with only one color to mourn the success of this democracy and that is white.
I am no clairvoyant but can see vividly that the drums of democracy are making a noise so loud that my future’s heart has failed and it has also fallen down (like my husband did) on the ground: motionless and lifeless!
P.S: This post is inspired by an article on website of BBC: http://www.bbc.co.uk/hindi/india/2012/02/120207_mushar_kushinagar_ns.shtml
Honest heart..
ReplyDeleteVery touchy, But people like TATA are doing some good stuffs, we need more people to come forward rather than blogging and commenting !
Great work
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Deletesome of the stories are heart-wrenching, this is one of them; more so because it is real. the poverty,the helplessness they feel, it feels like you have felt them deeply in your soul and have expressed that through your writing
ReplyDeleteYes Sujatha, this story disturbed me and could feel her helplessness because in life I have also felt helpless situations that had the enormity of shattering every confidence in life.
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this is a grim reality and things ll remain the same. at least u r showing ur concern and writing about it. ur brilliant narration makes us realize how painful her story is.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your visit and comment Deb.
DeleteInnumerable people in India die just like that...almost a million people have died only in road accidents in past 15 years. We dont need others to damage us...but looks like we certainly need others to rule us over...
ReplyDeleteYes true!
DeleteThanks for visiting and commenting Nitin.
Very heartwarming post Neeraj. Our country has so many such tales to tell but no one today has the time to listen to them.
ReplyDeleteKudos to you for bringing this out and giving her a voice here. Many thanks for sharing this post, a noble post indeed... God bless you.
Thanks for your encouraging words and your blessings Arti.
ReplyDeleteGreat posting my friend ^_^
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DeleteCongrats, you got an award! http://deathknightwrites.blogspot.com/2012/02/awards-and-stuff.html
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Tanya for considering me for the award.
DeleteSomeone dies in some corner of the country, nobody is bothered. People do not have food to eat, water to drink.. Some basic necessities of life.. Big people, worry about big things. I really wonder if such people will ever get a life..?
ReplyDeleteThe real win of Indian Democracy lies in reaching the real benefits of it to these people.
ReplyDeleteI am with you in your anxiety for this pathetic plight of these people.
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