Avik's Story

She just bent down and touched the plastic speed breaker with her forehead. Her sacred posture and level of dedication as evident from her closed eyes and glued forehead to the dirty speed breaker for considerably awkward time, proved that she was quite used to it. Her black hair spread throughout her head like hasty rangoli and brown handbag was painted in dust. “What are you doing madam?” A CISF personnel asked. An oversized automatic gun was the only thing visible in his whole uniformed figure. The girl stood up with dust smeared on her forehead and with folded hands, she touched it with utmost reverence. Then she turned to the clearly flabbergasted armed sentry and told in a content tone, “I'm paying respect to the symbol of justice system of my country”. A massive lit-up reddish Victorian building named North Block, which housed two powerful ministries of this country stood in front of her profound reverence, maybe being ashamed, or puzzled. I had a busy day

The biggest flaw of humankind is that they can’t find their own mistakes. It takes generations just to admit that a mistake has been committed, and then it takes double or triple the time (it took for admission) to rectify or begin reconciliation process of the mistake and the damages it has done. My country isn’t exception, rather in few instances, it leads from front. It’s an easy and acceptable process all over the world to shift the blame on others. We learn it from childhood, and then master it while applying over all aspects of life. Our teachers, our parents, our seniors and our friends encourage us not to blame ourselves. Our whole educative curriculum and professional environment are modeled after finding others’ mistakes, and not of us. The international policies are tailored on this policy. And so, when we’re faced with a real problem, be that massive global warming or miniscule Kashmir issue, be that tremendous oil-greed of West or abject poverty of third w

Fuck yeah. India tops in racism. There’s nothing for bragging, it’s for fact. And fact is always true.  (Saying that, I must add that, I love my country and all. There shouldn’t be any misconception that I’m an agent of foreign enemy countries and want a pie of India’s disgrace. Our government is doing that by themselves by their irresponsible and hilarious comments.) Acknowledging a problem is the halfway through the solution. But we love to avoid problems and love to have rosy pictures of shits. But a shit is a shit. Can’t change that. Even if a minister says that. Who among us haven’t faced racism? If you are Northie, go to South India or if you live in South, come to North, beyond wall. If you are a North-Eastern woman, come to Delhi and become Chinki, or if you are Bengali, go to Mumbai and become Bangladeshi. The widespread prejudices, xenophobia and stereotypes in India are of no match. Some stupid said, “It’s not racism dude. Racism is hating black. We d