that was the last cigrette in my life.....many people who loves me told to quit the habbit...many including my mom,friends,mentors,.....many....so this will be my last cigrette........i lit the tobacco end...the first drag always is a shock wave to me....it ignites me..compltely.........after infiltrating ma lungs the venomous smoke emitted through ma mouth and nostrils....the smoke looked so sensual as they formed un definable erotically slow dance in the stagnant air around me.....i saw the vapours thinenning into void...that made me think of the people who live for the sake of living....the poeople who were disounted in the vicious world...i remembered about a mantally disabled person who got hard slaps from a tea stall owner for stealing a piece of bread ,forced by the instinct of hunger ,the woman in torn pieces of clothes carrying a infant begging for copper coins left along with their thousand rupee notes in the pockets of affluent busy people.....i thought of kids who have rat eyes burgundy colored hair eating from garbage....i saw the person who cleaned the floor of train with his own shirt for a living and thin father and daughter who sang old hindi songs stretching their hands for money in train...the old looking lady showing her cleavage and bargaining with a man in nthe street for the supression of his sexual frustrations.........and the man cleaning in the black waters in drainage with bare hands...all of them were equal...the remains...the ignored ones.....whose tears covered by speeches and promises made by people in power..... those were refugees in this money built world...
my cigrette was burning into ashes...my thoughts too.........a point of spark fall from the burning tobacco stick...the spark of fire which is left rarely in people....who fought for the rights of under privilaged and people living in the dark...the people who were always atthe recieving en of democratic system...the people who were stamped as naxals or maoists....who are considered as the biggest threat to nation.....pinned down by the authorities.....whose urge for freedom was over shadowed by debates and seminars in the capital driven media.....helpless and powerless movements....but always has the fire in them to break the shackles......lshhh....ma lips burned...i threw ma cigrette away........and walked away from the smoke and thought filled atmosphere....before the burning sensation... i lit another cigrette.
dear friend, try and use less of sms lingo in ur post...itz kinda irritating. and whatever u have said...sure is catchy...though i wonder and have always wondered why it always remains as the written word...our love for the downtrodden...here i include me too. last week i was reading another post with similar concerns. are we trying to turn in eyeballs with such tear-laden words or are we really concerned? if we are, then why are we stopping short with just words? or rather isnt there a way out to get going and stretch out help (if it could indeed be called help). or how do we solve such problems (or need it be solved)? how do we start to change mindsets which are going more and more towards conservatism? what and where is the hope? or is there no hope? isnt it time we sat together and thought about what core aspects are needed to ward off such extreme situations in times to come (which I feel have a lot to do with mindsets, attitudes, evolutionary changes rather than mere manual help) rather than shrug the thoughts off in smoke with a few teary words and a fool stick?
ReplyDeleteyeah....but i cant c ny1 to hold ma hands....nd move on...or ny1 2 help n nyways...nd 4 sms typos...i hate editin...evry1 aroun is quite conservative...they cant b otherwise....nd d other post...guess its vishnu's rite?
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