Rape of Goa

Goa Education Minister Babush Monserratte's son Rohit, who allegedly raped a German minor girl, was granted bail on Monday. The mother of the minor had withdrawn the charges against him. 

This was the headline in almost all the news channels today. What a shame. The state with such rich culture and tolerance had become the breeding ground of pedophiles and rapists. The state was portrayed as the tourist destination of India, with it cosmopolitan culture soon we had foreign tourist swarming in large numbers. With more publicity came the bad apples, a nexus of drugs, prostitution & sex, the trilogy of destruction, the evils playground.

Dil chahta hai showed Goa in a different light where friends could hang out, part hard & spend some good time together. But now if I say to my family that I am going to Goa they will think twice. The place has earned the reputation of evil. Who is to blame – the administration, locales everybody.  Tourists come to India to see the things which they don’t get in their motherland. Creating another Paris or Bali won’t add anything. They should be treated to the rich culture of the land and not something which they can any where else.

Now going back to the main story. Once gain the money & power wins & truth is defeated. It’s not shocking that the mother had withdrawn her complaint. The agony after the rape which she and her daughter might have undergone would be much worse and brutal than the actual incident itself, The constant media attention, the threat of the powerful politician trying to save his son ( I shouldn’t give my verdict before court but…) would have created a miserable life for her.

Mr. Minister you said you are confident of the Law, where is the law when the victim is treated like a culprit with all the psychological tools employed to destruct her self belief.

It said that “ athiti devo bhava” that is guest are God they should be treated like God. Look round us; are we treating our guests like God or some criminals? 

I pray for the well being of the German tourist and many such innocent sisters who were destroyed by these two legged animals. Let’s support them by all the means we can. Surely the democracy is more powerful than the money or politics. Let us show them our power of unity. 

The mantra -  protest, protest  & protest.

I am alone

The heart beat is slow

my eyes are weak

the future is bleak

its dark everywhere

i cant see my future

its crises everywhere

The journey is big

its frightening

i am alone

no body to depend on

no body with whom i could play

i could cry

i could laugh

no body

 with whom i could share my success

 with whom i could share my dreams

alas

I am alone

walking ....

crying....

not a single hand to give me support...

A visit to dome of love

This was an evening which will remain in my memory for a long time. It was a day of candle visit. It was an evening which I spent with few sweet angles sent from heaven smiling, singling and playing. It was an evening when I didn’t think about PD, efforts, task or Paulo Coelho or any body but only pure love.

I almost forgot about the candle visit. After weeks (or months) I was planning to go home early. Somebody reminded me about the visit. We a group of around 13 people set for the rendezvous. We reached Swanthanam Orphanage by 6:30. The angles at Swanthanam were having their daily prayer. We waited outside, I could spot smile on many faces when they saw us. For a moment I also closed my eyes joining them in their prayer.

After the prayer the children joined us. We had sweets for them. We gave it the “Chechi” for distribution. The moment I entered the hall Silpa caught me and complained that I didn’t keep my promise. (Actually I had promised them that I would visit them few months back but I couldn’t). Again they complained that we didn’t bring all those Chechis (big sisters) from our company. I said I will bring them next time (another promiseJ).

There were a lot of new faces. I couldn’t re-collect the names of many but almost everybody remembered mine. They are just like any other children only staying with such a big family. We had a small concert with Rebin and me representing IBS. It was a competition. The result was written on wall we lost miserably. We heard stories of their school and all the adventures they had. My story was simple (now don’t ask me for that it not so complex, quite simple). Like Airtel Ad “Dil Ki Baath” We talked the language of heart breaking the boundaries. Ammu & her small gang want me to lift them. It was a good exercise for my hand. Almost everybody was busy with these restless bundles of joy. Renu had three children on her lap always. She was practicing very hardJ.

There is a lot to write but I am stopping myself with a promise and belief that I will pen many such events.

When we compare our life with these children we know how fortunate we are. They were happy that we visited them. They were happy with what God gave them. They didn’t complain but only had a strong desire to live the life to full. May be I should (rather we all) learn something from them.

If I had missed this trip I would have missed one of the brightest evenings of my life. Today I slept with a smile on my lips and peace in my heart.