I believe in Anna but I am not Anna !

    The thirteen day long fast of Kisan Baburao Hazare aka Anna Hazare has been a much debated lately on news channels, in news papers, in youth clubs and in every commoner drawing room. The fast was for Jan Lokpal Bill to be taken into consideration by Indian Government.

Okay now coming to the central point of this post. I believe in Anna but I am not Anna. I belive in his ideologies and principles. I  believe we Indians are solely responsible for all the corruption we are facing today. The corrupt bureaucrats have risen amongst us. The common man is responsible for proviking the much hated act of bribe. But this was done when we reached a threshold where we had no other choice but to bribe and be bribed.

Anna brought the whole nation under one notion, Remove Corruption. But I don't agree with his fast way to make Government agree to his demands. Okay I am not too much into politics but at-least I know what's going on in there. What was the need for him to fast for 13 long days? He's 74 years old and his life could have been in danger if the fast would have been on for several more days. There are other ways of protesting. Mob can gather peacefully outside minister's houses, they can put RTI to it's best use asking whereabouts's of development money, Candle lit marches could have been organized nation wide, a healthy debate could have been established between the People and the Government. But fasting! I don't see any Gandhian fellowship in that.

I might be wrong in my perception but it was really painful to see an old man sitting and fasting for us all .

Anna ji, we need people like you to remind Indians that they are born in a country that gave birth to people like रजा हरीश चन्द, शहीद भगत सिंह, नेताजी सुभाष चन्द्र बोस, महात्मा गाँधी and you !

Jai Hind
Smita

Skin colour doesn't matter- or does it?

"What does Vijay see in her? After all, she's a zebra," Nicole murmured to her friend Neya.

"A zebra?" Neya questioned.

"Half black half white." Nicole said. Neya glanced at Nicole.

"Who?" Neya asked.

"Nesta."

I gasped within the cubicle. I lifted my feet off the ground so Nicole and Neya couldn't see who I was. Is this what people see me as? A zebra? I felt tears forming in my eyes and couldn't hold them in anymore. I'm mixed race, but I am still human. What have I ever done to Nicole? I can't help being half and half, I sobbed. Was I just a novelty? Someone to laugh at, someone to be teased? I'm not even a someone. I'm an animal, I thought.

It was that day I realised I was different. That day I knew I was a joke, a laugh. From that day for a long time, I thought everyone saw me as a zebra. Or at least a novelty. But then I realised that no, not everyone was racist like Nicole. I had my friends, friends who saw me as Nesta, the person. Not Nesta, the mixed race girl. I had my family, a very mixed family, who treated me well, even though I was a different skin colour to the rest of them.

What do you think? Am I an animal?

Why Me?????

Every passing moment reminds me of my fear,
The memories have passed with every drop of tear,
I am losing myself with time,
I must have committed a heinous crime.

I asked God what was my fault,
Why is happiness so had to find,
I am still waiting for my answer,
Till then the life is in the tunes of misery dancer.

Love resembles the beauty of life,
But I wonder today if it could ever revive,
The sadness and emptiness that grips me eyes,
Lost in the darkness I lay out my hand,
Hoping that the gloom would shed with some magic wand.

Ahead I find an empty street,
The familiar faces but still an unknown greet,
The turns of life have left me with no hope,
Hope of filling my eyes again with the love as pure as dove,
And while I sit alone and think,
As to why my life changed in just a wink,
Why did it become I from WE,
Thus I ask you again WHY ME....