Category: A plea

Dear People,

I’m puzzled. What does being free mean to you?

Doesn’t it mean the right to express yourself freely and frankly? Maybe, irreverently? Maybe out of curiosity? A desire to understand? To know more? 49adef0b54d19c26fbdf2847f4234e4a

Reject? Question? Debate?

What if this right were taken away? You’d be fine with it, right? Because. I. Don’t. Hear. You. Ask. Why. WHY?

Why is it ok for our money to not be in our control?
Why is it ok for banks to lower the interest rate on FDs, charge us for every transaction, levy whimsical penalties?
Why is it ok for restaurants to fleece us?
Why is it ok for our green cover to be tampered with, taken away and replaced by more concrete in the name of development?
Why is it ok for a saffron bearing yogi to unleash uncool squads in the name of women protection?
Why is it acceptable for our history books to be rewritten in ways that make our past a sham?
Why is it ok for people in power to remain unaccountable?
Why is it ok for privileged and powerful government servants to slap and beat up professionals? Why is it ok for them to get a token tap on the wrist instead of being severely punished?
Why is it ok to allow someone to tell you what you can or cannot eat?
Why is it ok to be fed propaganda instead of news?
Why is it ok for you to feel smug and watch injustice play out around you?
Why is it ok for you to pretend that slowly and at a distance from you … the reins are being pulled in?

Why do you not see? Why are you choosing to be blind?

Because, once you have been silenced, there will be no coming back. Your hands would have been tied. Your impulse to fight back completely destroyed. Your right to question will be forgotten and very soon you will not know the difference between being free and being a conscientious tax paying, aadhaar number. Puppet. On. A. String.

It will be too late.

Yours, if you want me
Your Right to Freedom

Dear Builderji,

A big pranaam to you. I’m Krishna Apartments and I’m 6 years old. I am 6 floors in height. 18 apartments in all. No swimming pool. No squash courts. No annexe for parties and celebrations. No gym. Just a small, simple and peaceful building society with all apartments occupied and a view of the large open ground. My occupants are good, law-abiding citizens who bought my flats with their hard-earned money. They enjoyed 5 years of peaceful co-existence. But that’s all in the past.

Now, i have a new neighbour. Tall, grand, fancy with two storeys of car parking, two squash courts, an entertainment centre, a well equipped gym, a beautiful foyer with security cams and finger recognition software for members. They even have a cafeteria. Do i sound envious? Maybe a little but more than envious I’m feeling stifled, claustrophobic and unhappy. My inhabitants have all been taken by surprise by your 18 floor monstrosity because today 6 of the 18 families have no sunlight in their homes. Their windows look out at the building wall of your new Hamilton Parade, whatever that means!

I am now surviving under a big, black cloud. Everyone who made a home in me is today looking to abandon me. The family living in flat 102 made a distress sale and left in a hurry because their flat had become too dingy and damp and their daughter’s asthma resurfaced.

I’m writing to you to ask … what did you think when you spotted this plot of land and the government gave you permission to go ahead with your mammoth project? Did you even notice this small 6 storey building that you were about to eclipse with your grand design? Did you stop to consider the families that live here? What this would mean to them or to their daily existence? Who do these people turn to when their homes have just becomes dark, airless boxes? There is no insurance claim available because this cannot be termed a natural disaster or a force majeure. Who do they appeal to? Where do they go? What is their future? Why does no one give a crap?

Who will help?

sincerely,
Krishna Apartments,
crumbling in spirit and yet hoping for a miracle