Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Disturbia

4 president's bodyguards have been convicted of raping a teenager 6 years back. Justice has been delivered really fast. Justice of imprisoning them for life. No, I am not in favour of corporal punishment. But given our notorious law records, I doubt whether the miscreants will be given the maximum blow or not. The average price(sic) that you pay for raping a girl in this country is a jail term of 15 to 20 years, if I am not wrong. The girl can stay tainted. Its just a rape after all...A common practice in society, and specially India, for ages...

4 coaches of a patna bound train have been charred by some ticketless hoodlums who were questioned about their action. The passengers have complained that the officials reached late on the spot, otherwise the reaction could have been averted. Mamata stays mum...

A very reputed private hospital in Delhi charges around 5 to 6 times the cost of a night's admittance in a government hospital in the city. And this doesnt guarantee a foolproof system of treatment in the haloed hospital that Delhiites, mostly the well to dos, visit. A pregnant woman was first reported to be normally treated for the delivery, then announced a caeserian surgery to be conducted, charged high fees, then after a near fatal condition she was saved-more through the grace of God than the mercy of the doctors, then her family was forced to sign on a no-objection-all satisfied document and then released from the hospital. The have-money-will-spends. This is a micro example of the hundreds of private hospitals all around the country charging exorbitantly...

Shocking visuals of Auto union honchos, who called for a 2-day strike in the capital, beating up a driver who dared to defy their orders and brought out their autos on the street, mercilessly, flashed on the TV screen. The person who was beating was looking at the camera, then finding a suitable footage cover and then delivering blows to the poor driver, for whom a day's off would mean no proper meal...

God gave me patience
patience to breath
god give me reasons
to not cry anymore bout anything
(Tristan)

A disturbed Yash, sipping his caustic cup of tea, looking up at the churning of the ceiling fan, doors shut. He is afraid so as to not to collapse. He shouldn't have added these issues in the quagmire of his soggy and bleak mind.

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