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First of all i would like to clarify that this blog has nothing to to do with Mango Dolly.So, people looking for pictures of South Indian porn stars will be highly dissapointed.I could say that this blog aims at highlighting the hypocrisy in today's society.But,fuck it.The truth is since internet is cheap and they don't sue for writing crap,i have started this blog to bitch about politicians,celebs,women,famous people, not so famous people,life,people,ex-crushes ,etc.In short everybody and everything.So, start reading.

Tuesday 16 February 2010

IN THE NAME OF LAL SALAAM...............



The year 1967 might not be a significant year in the pages of history for many.It might be an year incidents of which are worth forgetting.But during that fateful year, in the small neglected distict of naxalbari a spark was ignited which slowly turned to flames;Flames of anger against injustice,negligienceand apathy towards those voiceless millions who were fighting for their survival,for their rights and for their dignity.A motley group of youth most of them with a goodeducation and from a higher section of society left everything,a promising future,a glossy lifestyle,a walk on rose petals and instead chose a path of thorns.They lit those torches which themselves had forgotten the aura of light.They stood for those who couldnot fight for themselves.they sacrificed their lives to bring a ray of hope in millions of empty eyes.They answered injustice with vengeance.They broke those walls which had the corpses of the poor as bricks.They were the naxals. It has been nearly four decades of rebellion by the naxals against the state.The red corridor today runs through Maharashtra ,U.P, M.P,Chhattisgarh,Orissa,West Bengal, Bihar and Jharkhand controlling around 220 districts across the country.But the larger question that looms around remains unanswered.Is their rebelion justified?Are they the true representatives of the tribals?years of armed struggle hasnot yielded any justice to thetribals nor has it improved their position.On the other hand the state machinery has improved a lot.It might not exactly be an epitome of good governancebut has certainly improved over the years.So, the idea of political and judicial justice sounds more realistic in today's scenario.The naxals believe in destroying the current society and replace it with a new structure.But can the destroyer ever be a redeemer?Can an organisation which has only been known forblood bath be trusted for creating a better social structure.The naxals believe in Mao Zedong's idea that war can only be abolished through war and in order to get rid of the gun it is necessary to take up the gun.But sadly, the above lines donot workout in real life.By taking up guns you don't get rid of the guns .Instead you increase the number of guns pointed at you.War cannot be abolished through war.It can only lead to a bigger war.Naxals' annihilation masqueraded as revolution could have beeninhibited by the Govt had it acted wisely.Had the Govt addressed the grievances properly then and decided to nip the movement in the bud itself by eliminating the cause which attracted scores of people,naxalism would have reduced to imagination.The Govt said it will kill the naxalites and bring development to the area.But the idea of killing lakhs of our own countrymen won't solve the problem.We have to make them realise that it's not the noise of the bullets but their voice which can win the battle for them.They will have to shout themselves out until it echoes from every nook and corner of the country.They will have to compel the state to give them justice long denied not with the power of gun but with the power of sheer determination.It might be a difficult path to walk on but atleast it is not tarnished with the blood of the innocent.This , though is a hopeful speculation that may never materialise.For it's not the beginning to an end.It is just the beginning.I stand here ready to count the number of bodies that will fall , of those holding the gun and of those innocent millions to be sacrificed in the name of LAL SALAAM............. \

Thursday 11 February 2010

PAINTED BLACK


I closed my eyes;A drop of tear rolled down my chin.I opened it again & i saw a black man staring at me through the shiny surface of the mirror.I was ashamed to look at him.I had not realised his presence earlier.He didnot seem to exist in the past.But that fateful day you pulled me out of my closet & made me look at a dark figure with wet eyes & a wrinkled forehead instead of the person who used to stand there earlier.You made me realise that he was a black man; I was a black man.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You taught me that my colour was my sin,a sin which i had no hand in.May be God was the culprit,may be my ancestors were responsible or better still it might have been the work of the Sun God.I just didnot know.You thought your skin was more precious than my blood.I bled because of you,infront of you,for you.I was mocked,beaten,thrashed,insulted just because i didnot have a lighter skin.I am a victim of fallacy,misjudged & misrepresented.But who am i to blame, the God who chose to paint me in a colour that eroded me of my dignity or you who snatched away my self respect that was supposed to be my birth right.I cant create a revolution,i cant change the mindset of billions of people. I am just a weak person fighting for my right to live with intergrity & dignity.Donot deny this to me.Take the peel off & you will find a soul ,pure, starving for love.The peel doesnot matter, it never did. ................................................................................ Uphold the essence of humanity before its very defination sounds hypocritic.

Tuesday 9 February 2010

PAINTED BLACK

I closed my eyes;A drop of tear rolled down my chin.I opened it again & i saw a black man staring at me through the shiny surface of the mirror.I was ashamed to look at him.I had not realised his presence earlier.He didnot seem to exist in the past.But that fateful day you pulled me out of my closet & made me look at a dark figure with wet eyes & a wrinkled forehead instead of the person who used to stand there earlier.You made me realise that he was a black man; I was a black man.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You taught me that my colour was my sin,a sin which i had no hand in.May be God was the culprit,may be my ancestors were responsible or better still it might have been the work of the Sun God.I just didnot know.You thought your skin was more precious than my blood.iIbled because of you,infront of you,for you.I was mocked,beaten,thrashed,insulted just because i didnot have a lighter skin.I am a victim of fallacy,misjudged & misrepresented.But who am i to blame, the God who chose to paint me in a colour that eroded my dignity or you who snatched away my self respect that was supposed to be my birth right.