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Tsunami: Come Again (by Chandra
Bhan Prasad)
| Hi Tsunami, unlicensed daughter of the earthquake. You , the craven, camouflaged yourself under the blue surf. Bloodthirsty as you are, you rejoiced engulfing the infants, aged, and the young. You even disordered plants, trees, mothered by the nature. With about two hundred thousands lives, Whom you chose as your Sunday sundering, Your innately ravenous character stands bared. You can chuckle, at homelessness of the millions, You can jeer at, dry eyeballs of thousands orphaned. You can Venerate your vanity, and enjoy your melancholy, enjoy your narcissism. But, live not in nit-wits bliss, that, you alone epitomize might. Beyond death and devastation, You rescind your existence. You have hit us, below the belt. You came as swindler, catching us unaware. Death and devastation we suffered, a truth no doubt. Reconstruction we know, re-production my children have mastered. Homes will be built, boats will be created, new born will command, blue water and marine lives once again. The humanity is with me, The US, the Europe, the Australia, Kofi Annan, Collin Powell, Fortune 500 Corporations, India's tiny trading houses, all are there to aid my children. I am devastated, but, not humiliated. Live not in a mistaken self-percept, that you are the ultimate in strength, death, and devastation. You are unimaginative, devoid of any thinking abilities, hence, you could not humiliate me. As an spurious child of a microseism, your raid enjoys not any religious adjudication, or social endorsement. Dear Tsunami, come again, and visit India's, Nagapattinam, and watch my vigor, dynamism. I am India's Untouchability, a licit child of the Varna Order, religiously sanctioned, spiritually ritualized, ritually spiritual. Death and devastation is my life-line, count your victims of thousand years, and mine in the past decade. Humiliation is a discipline, and you are unaware of it. Am I right? Tsunami, sojourn to relief camps, and see what I can be. In presence of UNICEF, Associated Press, Agence France -Presse, BBC, CNN, Oxfam, government officials, NGOs, I am capable of the followings: A Untouchable survivor, who has lost him parents, a brother, and a little sister, burying bodies of my fishing folks first, his dead can wait. Dearest Tsunami, I am Untouchability, in my normal best, Even at this moment of devastation, I live by my own ideals. I am tossing the Untouchable survivors, up and down, who had sneaked into my temples, Churches, Masques, school premises. The make-shift toilets barred for them, Including UNICEF trucks, mineral waters, food stuffs, clothing and medicines. They must eat the left over food, that is my edict none dare defy. Perceive yourself as The Power, unlike you, a adventitious case, I am a system, a ideology, a religion, I am Untouchability, specializing in humiliation, division, death and devastation. Tsunami, come again, only to understand your limitations. I regulating life line of Indian, Since its remotest antiquity, degrading a mass of people, below the level of cattles, But none: the UN, UNICEF, Associated Press, Agence France -Presse, BBC, CNN, Oxfam, Coca Cola, dare cone down, to thwart me, I am India's Caste Order? Decide yourself, who is more muscular, more unquestionable, more homicidal, more eternal. |