Syaahi ki Awaaz

Blue is a color with lots of emotions. Blue is an ingredient on the canvas of every child, which the naive mind uses to depict the piousness of the water and the grandness of the sky. It represents our struggles against imperialism, when our ancestors were told to labour for blue indigo and the fruit was reaped by the British. It was the beginning of Gandhi rule and the end of all our agonies. Blue is the poison that Shiva, the Neelkanth, drank to shield the world from destruction. Blue is a potent weapon of transformation towards the better. Blue is an ethos of many philosophies. In today's context, blue can be understood with a novel touch. The ink that we use to pen down our thoughts, our ideas and emotions is also blue, a symbol of literacy. This is what India needs. A pen in every hand, an idea in every mind and determination in every heart. This dream can be brought to life by a combined action of the state and the people within. Education has a stereotypical noti

The city remains silent. No lit candles in hands, no despair on face and no emotions in the heart. Is this because the girls are alive, unlike Nirbhaya? Or is it mere ignorance? Muzzafarpur witnessed one of the most heinous crimes recently. Around 30 girls kept in captivity were raped continuously for 2 years. The racket was running right under the nose of the government who failed to keep up to it's promise. When will the fear of law make their hands shake before they commit? The wave of agony spread like wild fire when it happened in Delhi. That was a time when there was hope. Today hope is bleak. Today we live in a society with least tolerance in matters of cow slaughter. We see riots in the name of religion. We ignore the polluted air that we breathe and the plastic which form huge piles. All we do, is complain while sitting in the safe ambience of our homes. When will it Dawn on people that we ourselves are corrupt and no coercive means by any authority can transform the wo