It is high time that we Indians stop shielding ourselves behind phrases like ‘caste based politics’ and pound off the blame on the political strategies of some of our other follow citizens (who just happen to be sitting in the parliament). Mark it, I am not defending them. They may have well played a role in dividing us, the Indians, by playing the caste-card. But shouldn’t we blame ourselves just as much to be pitted against each other just for a third party to benefit? Enough is enough. Does pinning the holocaust on politics really make sense? More than an act of politics I would call it an enthusiastically pursued contact sport of otherwise ordinary citizens, drawn from all walks of life, who were united in the unflagging enjoyment with which they inflicted every possible form of suffering on their powerless victims. You can deny but the fact remains that the prejudice is within us. That is the only possible explanation on how these politicians have aced controlling our whole...
For the love of God, there’s not just one universe, And it’s not beyond reach. I think of ice-creams and illusions. And now, I ask you to think of the world you know about. There’s a way of having it. You’re not a kid anymore, so you use the napkins to soak away all that falls down the cone, to wipe off its remains along with the leftovers of the little bit of childhood inside you. Handle them well, your ice-cream and your illusions. In a parallel universe, I’ve seen you not using the napkins. In the world I know, you don’t care about the mess. Your mouth smells chocolate, and you’re not ashamed. Your hands have stains, but you don’t mind them. There are marks on your face, but I’ve seen you not using the napkins. I’ve seen you happy. I think of cigarettes and caring. And now, I ask you to think of the world you know about. So much smoke, it blinds the truth away. Who cares, till it makes you feel good? The air around has hopelessness, and you fill it in the little sys...