Dear People Of India,
Happy birthday to me !
I know it’s my birthday today but believe me , I am feeling like shit .
. You guys use the word “happy” by
default next to me and am too petite in front of you all to break the taboo . .Well, it is indeed a
great day for me. After all those massacres, fights and protests, finally I was
born. . Itna respect karte ho tumlog ki , the original newspapers having the
news of my birth are lying in a rotten state in the national library of
Kolkata. J Isn’t that cool ? Why do you all love me so
much?
Day in and out the newspapers are loaded with the same group
of verbs, “RAPED” , “MURDERED” , “ATTACKED “ , “BOMBED” , “HARRASED” . . . AN-32 aircraft is still
missing. We are still on a garbled bridge – “ KASHMIR K LIYE CHAHAT RAKHNI HAI
YA KASHMIR KI CHAHAT RAKHNI HAI ? “ . The firing of pellet guns is still taking
life and light from many of those residing there. And here are we , “ kya hua yaar ,holiday hai aj to enjoy krna
hai, Rustom chalenge “ . .Not a single fucking shit is going to change . .
I accept there are still some who have their hearts beating,
senses in control and truly aware of the fact that they are humans but I can’t
ignore the people outweighing the former. India is
developing , growing and I have no single doubt on the potential she holds. But
this is the story of only half of you. What about the other half ?
While the half of India buys the tricolor, hoists it and
thinks they are done with the independence day, the other half still tries to
figure out the reason for the ongoing chaos. While many of you will sit in a
theatre enjoying RUSTOM and updating “ celebrating independence day at PVR with
15 others” , lakhs and lakhs of chotus will still be delivering cups
of tea and coffee. Hundreds of munnis will still be raped today,
thousands of dreams will still die but . . .the show must go on, celebration to
hoga hi.
Kya kar rahe ho yaar ? kyu ? I don’t want to celebrate a day
like this. With half of you celebrating me devoid of any meaning and the half
of you lying unaware about me. Firing crackers, flying kites, watching movies,
having a party, yaar mera birthday hai ya tumlogon ka?
It’s not just about a day, the day just adds to my years but what will
add to my existence is the road you guys take. If you really do care , respect
me. Don’t let my integrity shatter. Don’t let me feel helpless. Do it for me,
do it for you, do it for any fucking reason but just DO IT. Let the patriotism
flow from your blood. Don’t let your anger die, frame it to come out…. There is
much to be done. . . ,you just need to find your way, the right way.
Awaiting your response in the form of your actions.
YOURS FAITHFULLY
INDEPENDENCE
