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He got drunk, he got sunk

Posted by ABC Sunday, 29 July 2012 2 comments

He walked in with dreams to walk out with a future,

In an institution that was premier and high in stature;

He initiated a voyage with an intention to explore,

The intricacies of life, the surprises it had in store;

Affirmed to achieve milestones in his treacherous journey,

He was determined to triumph and earn big money;

Alas! His ordeal started when he couldn’t restrain his temptations,

And jeopardized his life to wriggle out of troubled situations;

Addiction to drugs and liquor triggered his failure and downfall,

He sacrificed his career but not his daily quota of alcohol;

His parched lips tasted booze and he smoked all day long,

Pleasure of being masculine made him feel sturdy and strong;

His debts kept rising while his performance constantly dropped,

Who used to be swift as a stallion, now struggled to even hop;

Secluded from his family and friends, he severed all relation,

And guided himself to darkness, away from his goal, his destination;

He got drunk, he got sunk and blemished his moral character,

Who claimed to be his friends became engineers and doctor;

The nation lost a youth, his helpless parents lost their only son,

For whom, smoking was an adventure and drinking was fun;

Wake up O’ countrymen, before this venom ruins your dream,

Visualise your vision and enlighten this world with thy gleam.

Peril of a politician

Posted by ABC Tuesday, 24 July 2012 1 comments

He promised to uphold equity and won peoples' vote of trust,

But once elected, he was less productive and more corrupt;

He used caste, community, religion and reservation as tools,

Deceiving the credulous citizens, he made them dumb fools;

He proclaimed, “The nation will progress in leaps and bounds”,

But there were successive scams and coffers devoid of pounds;

He was honored and adorned as a revolutionary, a spark,

But he betrayed the trust and guided talented amateurs to the dark;

What a callous leader he was, with corruption as his chief hallmark,

Who blemished the moral values and left incurable, indelible marks;

He was an antonym for progress, as obscure as a murky fog,

Who carried out loot and plunder, and called himself a watchdog!

He called himself secular and triggered communal rage and rancor,

Who was supposed to be their guardian, tortured the meek and poor;

A mere burden on the resources, he drained out the nations’ wealth,

But was still ambitious and avaricious irrespective of his age and ill health;

Think for a while, is such a politician really the leader of a common man?

Why not elect a noble leader instead of a vagabond, when you really can.

His pain made him a lethal weapon

Posted by ABC Thursday, 19 July 2012 0 comments

Bombs, rifles, grenades and explosions,

This is his religion, for he is insane,

Killing innocents and injuring millions,

Is his business, a dreadful game;

He was once insulted and assaulted,

His parents were stripped and burnt alive,

He faced discrimination and his activities halted,

So now he retaliate with guns and knives;

Once, he too had a sweet, delicate heart,

But now there is fury in his blood,

His emotions were ripped and torn apart,

He is now a tornado, a cyclone a flood;

Weapons are his friends, ammunition his sibling,

He is now a psycho manic, a social disaster,

He is an atheist, a soulless human being,

Thy suffering, agony give him laughter;

Terrorist is his identity, sadist is his name,

He is cruel, a brutal solitary loon,

His name cause tremors, such is his fame,

He'll wreak havoc and bring humanity to its doom.

Stolen childhoods

Posted by ABC 2 comments

Childhood – the glorious period of one’s life,

Is not an age to work with shovels and knife;

Employed young in hazardous and dangerous trade,

Are the innocent children of impressionable age;

Tortured like animals and beaten with rods,

Are our nation’s so-called incarnations of god;

Vulnerable to physical and mental exploitation,

They are assaulted and deprived of education;

Compelled by poverty to work in inclement weather,

They are employed in industries of crackers and leather;

Obeying their masters and working at their mercy,

They work without food and water in a torn, dirty jersey;

Instead of the school bell, they hear rattling of machine,

As for them studying and playing is a dreadful dream;

Child labourers of today are the citizens of tomorrow,

So they ought to be rescued from grief and sorrow;

Let’s pledge to bring this menace to an end,

And lend these talented stars a helping hand.

Ballad of an unsung hero

Posted by ABC Wednesday, 18 July 2012 1 comments

Strolling through the woods on a bright sunny morning,

I was dreaming of a paradise, half asleep and yawning;

When suddenly I halted to hear a melancholy strain,

Wondering if it was a dream or somebody shrieking in pain;

I felt bewildered and a chill of fear ran down my spine,

Trembling with fear, I gasped for breath and sunshine;

My gait became unsteady, my ears still chasing the sound,

What seemed so uncanny was an old winsome lady, I found;

She was weeping and singing the ballad of an unsung hero,

Who left for his heavenly abode, a great warrior, a maestro;

Her words seemed so mundane, yet very powerful and unheard,

She chanted about a spirit that was auspicious and unconquered;

About the battles he had fought valiantly when he was young,

Whose passing away had gone unheard, unnoticed and unsung;

Who sworn to fight for his nation, sacrificed his life and lay slain,

And got a medal as homage and a pension too meagre to sustain;

A soul whose sweat, tears and blood irrigated the battleground,

Could only leave an indelible impression on his family around;

We all are soldiers, with or without swords, I proclaimed,

So we ought to respect and honour the fellowmen, she exclaimed;

This isn’t a rustic fable but a thought to be pondered upon,

A retrospect of our sacrifice and of others we have known.

Paradise Lost!

Posted by ABC 0 comments

Engulfed today in jerks, jitters and screams

Is our nation, our kingdom of dreams;

Where we laughed, loved and cried alike,

And now silently bearing the hammer’s strike;

The hammer that has been catastrophically blown,

Shattering all our dreams, compelling us to mourn;

Is this the nation we dreamt of, I intend to know?

Where the virtues would die out and evils would grow;

We all ought to express solidarity towards our nation,

By killing the demon within us to tackle this situation;

And make this world a pristine, heavenly place,

For thou, for me and for the entire human race;

Come, let us shun all vices, hindrances and discrimination,

To usher in, an era of prosperity, success and elation.

Afflatus

Posted by ABC Monday, 16 July 2012 1 comments

For all your days prepare,

And meet them ever alike;

When you are the anvil, bear,

When you are the hammer, strike;

When the milestones are to be achieved,

And the best tasks are yet to be done;

There isn't any point in yelling o' faint hearted,

If you have the courage to struggle and the wit to learn;

Torments, tyrannies and adversities in life,

Should not deter thy confidence or make you sly;

Work moment by moment, the long day through,

Till the debts are low and the funds are high.

* I wrote this poem to cheer myself and keep myself motivated during testing times.

A terrorist is a social activist gone horribly wrong

Posted by ABC Sunday, 15 July 2012 0 comments

"I was insulted and assaulted;

Did you have any answer?

I faced sorrow and humiliation;

And when I retaliated, you called me a social disaster!"

With increasing terrorist attacks around the globe, it is natural for us to realize that the scourge of terrorism is getting worse by the day. Terrorism has provoked unparalleled indignation throughout the world. But seldom have we thought of the cause that drives a person to the cult of gun and bomb.

What constitutes a terrorist? What madness, what violent rage and what chemistry of misplaced idealism can create such a fury in the blood of a person to turn him into a suicide bomber, killing himself along with his targeted victims and innocent people? Is the terrorist insane or is he a self styled martyr seeking self actualization?

A terrorist is not an individual with a pathological psyche. He is not mentally ill. Infact, terrorists are the victims of the rotten system of the society that create more victims of misunderstanding. Actually, terrorists are human beings like us but the inhuman treatment meted out to them turn them into wild beasts. An environment in which some communities have been marginalized socially, politically or economically has laid the foundation of terrorism which has spread throughout the world. The root cause of crime does not exists in an individual but it exists in the society which makes a criminal more prone to crimes. The punitive system of the society acts as a catalyst for the victims to do wrong. They are compelled to wreak vengeance against those whom they regard as their ‘enemies’.

It is a common impression that the encounter killings are a common extrajudicial tactic for dealing with the problem of terrorism. Terrorism cannot be ascribed to any particular religion, sect or community. Any effort to give terrorism a communal colour will surely spell disaster for our country. The failure of the State to ensure justice to the victims of communal attacks and to punish those guilty of heinous crimes against minorities are indeed attracting a few elements among the youth to the extremist cause.

Terrorists should be treated as human beings with a cause. We should try to understand the terrorist is trying to say something which he believes in strongly and he is not merely a trouble maker. Those who feel they are victims of discrimination and injustice should be invited to speak about it. The alleged criminals and terrorists have a right to due process, which includes the right to fair and speedy trial, the right to proper defence and presumption of innocence until a person is proven guilty. It is essential to fight back those extremist forces within the community who seek to exploit the genuine grievances of the terrorists.

Here it is important for us to ponder upon the following thoughts;

In India’s freedom struggle, column upon column of people marched up to fight against the shackles and oppression of the British without killing innocent people. Would one label them as terrorists? Instead they are adorned as revolutionaries!

A group of young people from a remote village of northern India suffered a lot of misery and discrimination when they were tested positive for HIV infection. Their houses were burnt; they were brutally beaten and were even forced to surrender all their possessions as a compensation to carry out some orthodox religious activities to restore the auspiciousness of the village. These youth later turned into a rebellious group to wreak vengeance by placing syringes filled with their contaminated blood on the seats of cinema halls to attack innocent people. But when these people were counseled and motivated by the National AIDS Control Organisation (NACO) and treated compassionately, they turned into NACO activists.

Terrorists have their roots in anger, hatred and wrong perceptions. This anger should be prevented from becoming a collective energy. Compassion and dialogue are the only antidotes for anger and violence. A terrorist is indeed a social activist gone horribly wrong!!!

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SHREYANS JAIN

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