Paradoxes

Paradoxes are adverb of life.Delhi, the capital of India is a make believe state, not a fully grown state. By virtue of its being a half baked state it has a state like Legislative assembly. Delhi has a woman as incumbent CM. Delhi is also the seat of India's national Parliament. The incumbent ruling coalition is UPA II and its chairman is also a Woman. Delhi is also a seat of National commission for women. It has its own commission for women. Delhi is also seat of The Supreme court of India which Bodhisattva case (1996 SCC  133) observed that Rape is not a crime only against a person but against the entire society......... It is a crime against basic human rights ...Right to life which includes right to live with human dignity guaranteed in Art. 21 of our constitution. Delhi has a High court too.

 The STATE in all its powerful form is present in Delhi. Never the less, a young  girl is not free to enjoy her Right to life as interpreted by the SC and which she thought she got many more years before she was born when for the same and more, her forefathers struggled in their own ways.
                                             Jack & Jill
                                           Went up to fill
                                            their leisure with some action & frill.

                                           Their Luck fell down
                                           'Patriarchal Brows' frown
                                          Jack was beaten, blue & red
                                            Jill was Raped , stripped and Thrown out.
Many would say the poem is bad; perverted . Nope ask the girl. the situation is bad. Roving & prowling eyes   and screeching liberty cant make a decent poem.
                                             Twinkle, Twinkle little stars
                                             Rapists loaded cars/buses are not so far.
"Again you have perverted a luxury of being fine poem". Sirs,  I am not writing a poem; I am writing about the human poverty not adumbrated by planning commission.
                                            Baa, Baa "Black Sheep"
                                             have you tinted wool?
                                              Yes Ma'm; yes sir!
                                                whole Bus full.
"Have you gone nuts? Are you sure you are not playing with our primary emotions kept warm in our hearts. We never thought such poems have such sinister meaning "
She, who is struggling in hospital every breath to stir the SC Decision in Bodhisattava come alive for her, also thought that Stars really twinkle to make her go out to see the wonders of them; Black sheep do shed wools to keep her Monte Carlo warm and as any jack & Jill she could go out with her friend to have some action and frills.  But Alas!
                                       Her world came tumbling after.

The fall from the altar of grace

There are many things in life which existed before the advent of any science or logy. the advent of the scientific era has tried very hard to elucidate the truth of human existence dividing it in various classes of subjects like physics, biology, psychology, sociology etc. All of them define and theorize according to the slant and interest of the researcher. No science has captured the human existence in its entirety, cannot do. The meaning of human life is shrouded in mystery and it is unfathomable. The deep emotions and pent up feelings  do influence a human mind to be passive subject. Very few individuals like Buddha, kabir etc gain the critical awareness of the self and society in order to purge the human emotions the bedrock of any bias or prejudice. Only a human is capable of being or becoming a devta or danav; good or evil. It is a human being who has to decide about the meaning of his own life. All "isms" or ideologies of the world cater to the base desire of human emotion through their cogency and logic. Many a good minds fall prey to them and become a subject of that ism. Very few could get to that critical awareness which renders the self become active agent in giving meaning to the human existence for the self and the society. If our education does not impart wisdom/ buddhi , it is a nasty  waste. Many a times it becomes the cause of our fall from the altar of grace of being Human. 

The crisis of city life

1.       शहर

शाम की शमा से जवान होती है

निशा की गोद में जागती है; औ

दिवा में स्वप्न -सी होती है.

शहर

एक ख्याली पुलाव है

यह सपनों का बसेरा है

मजदूरों का सहारा है

इज्जतदारों की मस्ती है

जवानियों कि कश्ती है.

शहर

एक प्रस्तर का जंगल है

एक ऐसा विस्तार-

जो गावों को निगल ले,

एक ऐसा संसार जो अमृत से गरल ले.

यहां

उम्र की पाबंदियां  बेमानी-सी लगती हैं

बच्चियां भी सयानी-सी लगती हैं

उनकी बेफिक्र मासूमियत भी; सहवास की निशानी-सी लगती है

बिगाडा है इसने ख्याल ऐसा

कि पचास की उम्र भी, परेशानी-सी लगती है.

Rape of a woman

Psychology tells that male is prideful of his penis and a female is under penis envy complex. Libido guides the "manly"(sic!) behavior. When feminism started asking serious question about the male domination manifested in all patriarchal system of the world. We are proud of being independent ,free, democratic, having rule of law, liberty, equality and what not. who are this WE? Does it contain women in it. WE closes its door when a woman wants to live independently, freely enjoying her own liberty. We become the patriarchal mind. We are MCPs male chauvinist pigs. We are all Rapists till the time we ensure the liberty and freedom to a woman ;all woman.
"Rule of Law" and "due process of law " was invented to protect the liberty of a citizen, an individual. Both of them MUST not guarantee the accused that his LIBERTY is more precious than the liberty of the victim whose chastity has been ravished. I think the state and society must veer towards making such act a mark of disrespect to all  humanity and bring punishment to the accused as fast as they have ravished the chastity of the woman victim.  

Leaders , first be follower

When will the corruption go?

Will it be the day I will decide for myself

Will it be the day I will ‘find’ myself

Will it be the day when common will seem uncommon

Will it be the day ‘you’ will respect my Right

Or will it be the day when all will die?

May the din be over

And  all become sober

I want but change of heart

Humanism be your dart, to

Pierce  your fake election chart

Don’t be slave to slippery power

And push us to cower

I am not your foe; your ego is

Fight with your ego; not with me.

Let’s walk along where people throng

Let’s make them leader; us follower