A dead conscience- slaves of our own fears

07/10/07

Feelings Ignited Courtesy : The Dvd player trip
Auto ride
Sudhir Jakkal, Amit Jakkal, Mohit Sarkar ,Me and Auto Driver


8 people killed in a line by a blue line bus, People which were waiting to board this bus.
I have come across endless number of stories about the Blue line murder spree since last few months. Had decided to stop listening to news or read newspapers as I couldn’t think of anything better to avoid these news. But there’s no escape, just plain no escape it will hunt us down. But the question arises my mind is if its hunting few of us here, I am sure there must be more, why isn’t there anything igniting our politicians conscience – If they have one? Or we just have shut our eyes permanently – covered them by plain darkness. Accepting Ignorance is bliss and it suits us and as our world will continue. We are among the largest population and losing few here and there are actually a help in disguise.
We should award these drivers to help in the increase of death rate?! Its more likely to be a paid killing –kinda mafia thing; we are sacred of Blue Line as much as were of Mafia.

There’s more to it, as we aren’t doing much to take these drivers off the roads- these accident prone drivers (cold blooded murders) are killing and then taking off the possessions of the deceased. Well yes, true as well to think of what help can be a watch or wallet be to the deceased, rather just off load the heaviness. Kill, Steal and Run- none of the three P’s would be of any obstruction. The Three Grand P’s – Politicians, Police and Public. We are just too busy in our own sweet world, let us stay here forever.
We will fill our pockets, we will torture the underprivileged and the simple, we will turn our backs to it but yes we won’t forget to crib.

Well my friend, maybe this cribbing might raise few questions and later that questions might help in evolution of a revolt – I just hope it doesn’t take us another 400 years being slaves- Slaves of our corruption; Slaves of our own fears.