There are people who kill for revenge and those who kill for being told to park their vehicle away from the gate.
Every time I switch on a news channel or refresh Google News on the internet, there are fresh reports of killings in this oh-so-beautiful New Year. To add insult to the injury, there are people who disguise their heinous acts under would-be “noble” causes: religion, honour, independence.
There seems to be no dearth of global summits and think-tank discussions on ways to stop crime and terrorism. In the Metro each evening, I see a political party promising CC TV cameras in buses to help women be safe. God forbid, but I am sure the promise will scale up to other modes of transport (now cabs?) if Delhi continues to live up to its ugly “rape capital” title. There are teachers beating up children, asking girl students to undress as “punishment” – and all of this is screened to us on television every night in an unending loop. Isn’t it time already for the Gods, if they are up there, to shove the planet under the sea?
In the morning, it gives me peace to listen to the tittering of birds. A good number of them come visit the lemon tree in my front-yard, and chatter away, unperturbed by the cats staring at them from my balcony. All too soon though, I am forced to listen to people shouting at the Metro staff for daring to hold up their bags as suspicious. People walk about abusing their fellow-mates in lurid language. Society discusses disintegrating marriages and aspects of people’s lives that were once called “personal”. Not a day goes by without murder – of ethics, faith and life.
I wonder if the good architect who designed the world is now pulling it down, bit by bit, to mow it over and reconstruct anew. It doesn’t seem like a bad idea, if you ask me.
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