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बच्चा पहले ही मर गया था

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shakurbastiमेरा बचपन आगरा शहर में बीता है। दिल्ली की कड़ाके की सर्दी क्या होती है, मैंने महसूस करी है। रूह कंपा देती है। जल्द से जल्द घर पहुंचकर रजाई में दुपक जाता था। बेघर लोगो बेचारे ऐसी सर्दी में क्या करते होंगे, बचपन में यह ख़याल कभी नहीं आया। बड़ा होकर पाया की उनमें से काफी लोग, सर्दी में दम तोड़ देते हैं।

जो दिल्ली में हुआ, ऐसा नहीं है की यह पहली बार हुआ है हमारे देश में। ऐसी तोड़फोड़ पहले भी होती रही है जगह खाली कराने के लिए। अतिक्रमण हटाना। मुझे कभी इसका मतलब समझ नहीं आया। यहाँ से भागो, कहीं और जाके मारो। मुझे बस इतना ही समझ आता है।

मुझे दुःख इसलिए ज्यादा है, कि मुझे लगा था की मोदीजी सबसे आगे खड़े होंगे, इन गरीबों को बचाने के लिए।  भारत सरकार ने बोला, “बच्चा पहले ही मर गया था”, तोड़फोड़ बाद में हुई। मान लो २ मिनट की बच्चा पहले मर गया था। तो इससे ज्यादा भीषण रूप कुछ और नहीं हो सकता, कि जिसके घर में मौत हुई, उसका घर उजाड़ा गया।

मैं शर्मसार हूँ, ऐसे तंत्र का हिस्सा होने पे। जमीन तो भगवान ने बनायी थी, कबसे रेलवे की जागीर हो गयी। कौनसे वो बेचारे शौक से  झुग्गी में रहते थे? विकास के नाम पे सबको रौंदते चलो।

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Written by arpitgarg

December 14, 2015 at 8:05 pm

An Open Letter to Judiciary

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Dear Judiciary,

judiciaryA lot has been discussed, said, written, re-discussed, re-said, re-written about powerful people getting scot free for alleged crimes. From wealthy, to notorious, to politicians to film personalities. There are ample examples of people getting let go by police or judiciary over the years. There have been few cases of-late which were able to stem this. But they were a rarity rather than being the norm. Nitish Katara case and Sanjay Dutt case are the only ones that come to mind.

From Lalu to Jayalalita to Salman to Sonia to Rahul to Advani to Modi to Pawar. All are running free. Either freed from jail or out on bail. With a battery of expensive lawyers, they are all out of jails.

And I have no issues with them being out per say. They are rich and influential people and as term suggest they can buy and influence. What I have is the issue with the charade we go through for 15-20 years to finally come to the conclusion to let them free. Poor people meanwhile languish in jails without trail and never even get bail.

I feel we should better devise a formula which takes into account money a person has, what is his/her social/political standing and how popular he/she is. We can have separate courts for that. Based on the result of this formula, if a person fares well, he is acquitted then and there. Else he is put in jail without trail or bail.

It would save everyone a lot of time.

Written by arpitgarg

December 10, 2015 at 2:57 pm

Fly with wings or Fly in plane

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wing3What would you choose if given an option to fly high with own wings or fly in a plane? It is figurative question of course. What would you?

Let me explain what I mean by wings or plane. Its just an analogy to be free or be caged. To do what you what naturally or live an artificial life. I have always led life from the chin and have been fairly successful at that. But few things of late have made me question myself. Maybe wings are for those who can’t afford to fly in a plane? Maybe such lies are spread by a bunch of unsuccessful people, who could never make it to a plane. Why I say this is, since wings are invisible. No one will have wings in real. The abstract.

I know I sound a bit shallow. But that’s how I feel right now. I have been cribbing a lot of late, which I never used to. Cribbing about things that never mattered to me ever. But now I just can’t escape the same damn things. I lose my temper now and then, which was never a part of my trait. It’s like I suck the happiness from the air I breath. I make the land on which I walk, barren. I take life out of the being I come in contact with. A demento perhaps. Or am demented?

Whatever be the case, I feel it’s all related to wings or plane. I am nauseating in the artificiality of the plane. Maybe it’s just acclimatization. Will require some time. Or maybe I am dead and everything is just a passing memory. Or maybe I am asleep and all this is just a dream. Or maybe I am schizophrenic and all this is just another hallucination.

Whatever it be, somethings missing. And tough part is, I don’t know what. Maybe it’s that time in my life already when I am looking for the answer, “Why am I here?”. A question I never thought I would look an answer for. But here I am. Inquisitive like never before.

Like all other times in my life, I hope to pass this phase as less damagingly as I can. Hopefully unscathed. Maybe it’s not a choice for me to make. What if I let plane grow it’s own wings or just fly with my wings to catch a plane?

Written by arpitgarg

December 4, 2015 at 1:49 am

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