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Parting words to 2012

And so the countdown starts.. twenty minutes to the first hour of 2013. And I sit. With my new found friends of the latest chapter in my life, watching a Hindi movie I do not really want to watch. And so I type away.2012 has been one of continuity. Of adaptation. Of new friends. Several new sets at that.  2012 has been about learning to love London in its entirety. Of realising my fault in judging things too quickly and ending up being surprised.Looking back, has it been a good year? I remain undecided.
But with my trademark positivity, I march on, looking forward to an even more amazing (and even more productive, might I add) 2013.Cheers *raises my plastic cup of coke*

So relevant now...


A life in fear

We live in a world today, where atrocities committed against women are a daily feature in newspapers.. a society where now every girl has to be warned about the big bad world who spares none..Reading these hair raising accounts of the turmoils faced by women in different parts of the country arises in me a fear.. a fear of what lies in store for a nation which has lost its respect for its women, whose institutions have failed to deliver much needed justice against those who infringe on the rights of others to live and whose leaders have remained silent spectators to the crimes which have become daily occurrences in our streets.. In a country such as this, where lies our sense of security.. is there any place that remains which we can call our safe haven.. where we do not have to live in fear.. When will the humans in us awaken, when will we rise as one voice, when will the heros emerge... And when will we be able to roam the streets of our nation deserting the bleak fear that capture …

System failure

There's a sense of frustration, an anguish,
A sense of justice undelivered,
Several wrongs not made right,
And mostly of voices unheard. Pages of the newspaper reveal the angered masses, asking for a retaliation, for a show of solidarity from the side of the government.
Let down. Let down is what they are. Votes. Votes is what they answer to,
Not the screams of anger,
Not the cries of the victims.
Not the alarms that ring,
Signalling the pre-eminent end of humanity.

What's wrong with the world...

..and once again the country is awoken from its slow slumber, to utter helpless cries over the atrocious crimes committed on a girl of only twenty three. While newspaper pages are filled with individuals and organisations crying foul and demanding justice and the restoration of safety, I cannot help but believe the solution surely lies in a structural change in society. Surely the spike in advice from loved ones to be careful about our safety, to not step out after sunset, etc are helpful enough in protecting ourselves from these monstrous men devoid of humanity.. however, curing their minds and imbibing a sense of humane feeling in our populations would be a rather instrument of safety in our streets.