Independence a Thought........

advnce Happy Independence day to all....but a thought is pestering me deeply....

are we really independent......

In a way the pre independence scenario is still prevailing....

mid nite aug 15th 1947 the exact time which we claimed to have become independent from a anarchist rule which plundered our nations wealth and treated its subjects like crap.... A hipocritic rule which only favored those who where subordinate or slaves to them..... all voices to freedom and a better living as humans was spifflicated... the very idea of humanity ws being raped by a group of retards in the name of religion and colour….

Mid nite aug 15^th 2011 the time we all brag about the independence of the largest democratic nation. A nation whom’s 60 % population is degrading on all possible indices known to WHO and UNESCO but we say we are Independent. A government which is goin to brag about its completion of a decade in a couple of years with half of its ministers and administrators corrupted to their core. A home minister appreciating the act terrorism by saying “hats off they where well planned”. A guy givin the best national security who just a couple of years ago killed many amongst us with disgrace, disrespect and hatred in his thought, sense and consciousness. A land where a great artist had to exile just cos he painted good. A rule which forces to despoil the very lands of the underprivileged for multi millionaires to make the living of the underclass better. A system which disects humanity in the name of caste, colour and creed in whatever way possible and giving it a beautiful name “Quota” and making these very people fight for their share. Tapping taxes whatever way possible to encourage corruption and to create a parallel system only accessable to the people who support and encourages it.
and brothers sisters we say we live in the largest democratic nation in the world……….

and on behalf of the system I would thank all of you for jst not caring………..

may u’re consciousness forgive you….

Someone close...

I insisted myself “this is it! My last message if he is not keeping his word”. He has never broken it; maybe this is the first? But would he, that to for such a special day? Its past 2, he said he would come before 12 noon. My patience was draining, was this one of his mischievous pranks, better not be. I remember him saying last night “anticipation heightens the pleasure dear” true indeed. These kinds of conversations were becoming more and more frequent after he asked my permission for a fuck, but it was true I was indeed lusting for him. But the postponement was converting it to wrath, he better come soon.

I was prepared from the morning I made sure Ma and Pa won’t come back till 7 in the evening, I was tensed and joyful the same time, what was this feeling? Was this what every girl feels when she transforms to a women? Whatever it is I was to be a women today. Sleep didn’t catch me last night; I was thinking about the present moment, in fact I’ve been doing it all this week, the moment from he asked me; I didn’t hesitate, why should I? He was perfect atleast perfect for me. The thing is once you get emotionally inclined to anyone may it be your friend or sister or anyone, you start liking or adjusting to whatever they are or you make them adjust to your ways depending on who’s more inclined, a basic relationship fact.

I was lying in my bed; the artfully designed pale green sheet was looking unusually beautiful today; in fact everything was, the black grilled iron bed, the feeling of the soft quilt underneath, white roof, off white walls, sliding windows which opens to the beautiful pond behind the house, dark cream jute curtains, the music player mounted on the table near my bed, everything. There was bit of insecurity in me, maybe because I was feeling shy; shy because all these things in my room are going to watch everything that is going to happen inside today, I have been nude in this room for a thousand times but I was feeling shy; shy of the bed, the curtains, the quilt, the walls, the roof, the music player suddenly I covered my face; was I blushing? This could be the most stupid thing that I’ve done in my entire life, blushing because of a bed, a curtain, a quilt, a music player and everything inside the room. I was laughing coz of my stupidity . Suddenly my attention went to the cuckoo clock on the wall, its 2.45, where the hell is that stupid, is he procrastinating this to? I am going to kill that bugger when he comes.

I took my phone from the table. No missed calls or messages, I tried to call him it’s still switched off, he called me when he was about to leave his home, I checked the time it was 10.30 in the morning, no way Mumbai traffic is going to make him this late, it should be something else, I checked out my inbox the last message from him was “dotted or ribbed?” A mischievous smile ran through my lips, the blush again. I started going through all the messages from the past week, I noticed that we didn’t argue about anything this week, every conversation either started from what is going to happen today or ended discussing about it, the blush again.

I was lying in the bed looking at the roof above me, dreaming, suddenly my phone ranged, it was lying next to me, I instantly took it, it was Seema the moment I answered the phone she disconnected it. Seema is from my class, a close friend of me and Govind, maybe she is calling to ask how was it, the blush again. I started ringing her, she hung up the phone. Either she is trying to play with both of us or they both are making me a big jackass, in both the case I am gonna kill that girl. I waited and again started giving her a call. She didn’t pick up this time and when the ring ended I saw a message. It was her’s.

“Govind met with an accident near Juhu on the way…….he is no more”………………………………………………………………………………