THE RED FACED GUY

 

I feel irritated. Someone's following me everywhere I go. Yes I am sure of that. I can't persist his cold long stare in my eyes for long. From the shadows of him that lingers away with mine I can tell his presence behind. He limped behind me in a careless manner almost in an inaudible way.  I feel restless. I have toiled long and hard to taste the fruits of success and now when it's time I must rejoice, I must boast of it, blew away trumphets to proclaim my successful stories of life. But again something is holding me back. I turn around. Yes it's him!!!!

A deep hatred surged up inside my thorat.  I am getting late. I have to join my folks back where I belong to the chores of celebration, to rejoice for the commencement of our new life as professionals. I don't have time to squander away on someone so insignificant. Now I am getting angry.I have to stop someone following me. I have to be safe and sound at the end of the day. I picked up a stone. But..........I stopped!!!!

How can I hurt someone who is already wounded? Someone who needs help, care, affection. The red faced guy is not just red.  It's more than just a color. It's blood. He has his blood stained all over his fragile body.  He has been limping all the way back following me. He trembles now and them and is weakened to his feet. He is crying.

I tried to heal him up.... I tried to heal him up.....but I failed. He is just bleeding incessantly.  But the guy is not concerned about his blood. He is still staring at me right through my eyes. As if every heart beats of  mine are synchronizing with him, the every thought that comes to my head is anticipated by him. I feel disgust. Is this guy human? Why is he acting so monotonous? And why is he following me?? I just blurted out to him.... "WHY????".....

".....To decide what is right and what is wrong. To stand by you when you decide good or bad. To discriminate between the falsity of words with the truth from heart. I am someone whom you own your childhood innocence, your every truth and every lies and ur countless attempts to evade away from the truth. Someone who wants to scream, someone who tries to enact in situations, someone whom you fear to duel with. That's why you evade me.U suppress me. I don't want to bribe away someone to get my work done, but u did. That's why u suppressed me. When you welcome the news of ongoing slaughters in your own state with the morning cup of tea, I feel hurt. I bleed. I want to enact. I want to pacify them. But what you do is make some fun comments about the parties involved and digress away from it and calculate to what monthly sum 3.14 converge and daydream of it.When you see someone giving a slang to a fellow person, I want to beat him up and teach him some manners. But what you care is for and while loops on your self made world. When you see your own countrymen giving a damn about your motherland and goes on shitting and splitting everywhere , first thing I want to do is teach him some ettiquate but you still walk away. When by chance you come across any rightful proper action, something good I know you want to celebrate just like me. Yes, I am bleeding. And that is the sole reason you have shut myself up deep witihn yourself. I have been bleeding since then and I will bleed so until you choose to make a difference. To decide what is right and what is wrong....I am just your CONSCIENCE ........"

Oh!!!! It's past 9 o' clock . The alarm clock is wailing right beside my ears. I have been sleeping past due time and it is the yells of my mother that engulf me right now.  My head feels heavy. I bet you would also feel it when you go through any hard hitting dream like this. As I prepared myself for morning tea the words from that red faced guy lingers up in my head. As the left over words savaged my morning , I take a peep in the daily newspaper. Oh yes !!!! He's not just in my dream . Here I see him completely.  He has been more darkened by new blood. Yes he his crying again for the nine people who lost their lives in just another day of Netai village.

Roadside Romeo

 From "Billorani", "hot chicks" to "Tota" in the film New York most of the films have their own unique flamboyant style of addressing girls. If you think me as a kind of oldies who have certain reservation for the use of these terms i can assure i am not. It's just a dialogue. It's for a simple fun. But when cases like Aarushi Talwar and several rape cases are in rise all all around us i think it's high time for us to look beyond the phrase "just 4 fun yaar!!!".

U can always find them around every corner of the streets. They have always been  there through ages and different seasons around the year in different face and form. I would be wrong if I generalize all of them as the Roadside Romeos. They prefer to be in their herd otherwise they themselves consider their existence as insignificant one. A true point on which i must agree with them.U can identify that herd because they have very general topics left for them to discuss among themselves....the local bar, if any new girl in the town or the body parts about of any particular girl. All the raunchy, grubby topics on this solar system are at their disposal. In the days of ultra sophistication they can also come up with phrases that can justify their behavior towards the girls. They are just the dickheads who consider their dicks to be of prime importance in the entire planet.

You might be thinking right now why the hell i am wasting my blog space on these miserable creatures who have no scope of improvement. Right u r. But when they can't be cured, they can be prevented. I am not advising you to pick up a fight on a ratio of 5:1. These physic morons are actually a result of lack of proper parental care and society problems. Their existence is so troubled and so insignificant from the early days that they think by bobbling some raunchy jokes, mugging some porn stuffs day & night, hurling comments and being a nuisance to the girls can earn them the dignity of being an proper "Adult".

I know the morons on whose thoughts i am venting my anger on my keypads is never going to pick an eye for this post. Rather this post has the probability to be scanned by some good people who don't have resemblance in any shape and form to those cheapos and that is why i am emphasizing for them to have a eye for prevention since these people can't be cured. Otherwise cases like Arushi Talwar and other rape cases on different parts of this country can't be prevented. You can say the responsibility also rests on the judicial system but I better not speak about a system or rather refrain from commenting about a system where judicial action is implemented just for name whereas the action part is destined and delayed for several generations to come. CBI, the top notch agency has itself closed the case of Aarushi Talwar due to lack of proper evidences despite the repeated pleas of the parents and relative of the victim. The mockery lies on the fact is we depend on a system which after 175 deaths, 300 severely injured persons in 26/11 has taken a time of 1.5 years (approx.) to announce death sentence to the lone convict. That is the sole reason it's time for us to pay heed to the cry of humanity within us and step up for an issue if it demands.

Since these post is on the "Roadside Romeos" i would like to state a simple fact for them: Girls are beautiful. Life is colorful only for them. If you do like a girl you can express feelings for her. Every girl loves appreciation. If you find a girl beautiful feel free to stare at her but do not ogle. There is a thick line between that.

Remember Beauty is to be preserved... not to be destroyed!!!