Being an Indian

Read a news article this morning about an unfortunate incident in which a young girl was murdered and another one grievously injured. This incident happened at around 6.00pm The story goes that they were attacked by an insane man who earlier the same day around 11.00am had stabbed his father and then fled the crime scene. I can’t help wondering if the gruesome incident with the girls could have been avoided.
On a regular day the police would have sent an alert to all the police stations and this mad guy would have been nabbed in no time. But this did not happen, why ? Because the entire Mumbai Police force was on a Bandobast duty to protect the President of our ruling party, who was in Mumbai city last week. My question is when the Police is busy providing security to the politicians, who protects the common man. Once again we were left to fend for ourselves and help our brethren. Doesn’t the life of a comman man hold any value in India?

Once a charismatic politician had said about the demise of his famous politician mother, “For some days people thought that India was shaking. But there are always tremors when a great tree falls”. Somebody should have brought to his notice then that India wasn’t shaking but a part of her was dying, ironically at her own hands. The tremors have stopped but the hurt remains. Twenty years down the line the attitude remains the same. The people elected to serve the country are the ones that are being served. On the Eve of our 58th Independence Day I can’t help but feel gloomy.