Independence

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