The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

Saturday, 29 December 2012

SHE IS NO MORE: AND IT’S NOT JUST THE RAPISTS, ITS THE SOCIETY AND THE GOVERNMENT WHO KILLED HER

It was first the boneless people who saw them but chose to move ahead ignoring the two badly injured people who were lying on the roadside.

The 45 minutes or so of the delay when every second counts in a medical emergency is unforgivable. The Delhi gangrape victim and her male friend were lying unattended for that much of time with severe injuries inflicted by the perpetrators. Every passing moment was of prime importance but the spineless creature in the animals of the society declined the call.

Then it was turn of the political class of the country elected by us to ‘to run the country for us’ – a fallacy that this incident and many other incidents have proven beyond doubt now. They rule to suck us.

Millions are spent in irrelevant study tours of the parliamentarians and members of the state legislatures.
Millions are spent on the maintenance of the government installations housing high-profile government people.
Millions are wasted in the countless wasted hours of the Parliament sessions.

There are countless other examples when millions are justly simply wasted by our elected leaders.

Yet the indifference, ineptitude and arrogance with which the government handled the case and especially the medical treatment of the victim is inhuman and condemnable.

Safdarjung Hospital of Delhi is like any other government hospital – dirty and ill-managed. It is certainly not a place where anyone who requires serious medical attention like in this case would like to go and should go.

But other than shedding crocodile tears and running verbal exercises, the political class didn’t do anything else.

Ideally, the victim should have been shifted to a well-equipped hospital, India or abroad much before, when she was communicating and was somewhat stable medically, and not after 10 days, when she suffered cardiac arrest hurting her chances to survive even more.

She is not with us now. And she has made every thinking soul cry.

It is no time to speculate but to grieve and a grieving mind asks why it wasn’t done when it was the time; why it wasn’t done earlier when doing so could have saved her life?

It is not just the rapists, but we, the society, and the political class - everyone is equally responsible for her death; each of them failed her; each of them killed her.

It is a day when humanity died once again.

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey - http://severallyalone.blogspot.com/