Country at stake...

So, they got a new chance, awaited long (not exactly) to verbalize and start the blame game. Again the officialdom and egalitarianism looks at stake. I have no shame left now to deem vocalizations as a private business. We are born amongst the social vibes to retrospect and vanish one day. But in the course there may be situations that can drag us into the bleak fate. Children died due to the consumption of mid-day meal. Do you think I really need some heart-rending words to elaborate the situation? So, getting direct let me come to the point. It is better to spend time in assessment and getting to a declaration than getting caught up with these appraisals.

Alas, still the sense is lacking. I am not in a position to understand how they get such expressive words to guilt others. Politicians, I really don’t know what you have done for the development for I am not that conversant and of course I am not an erudite. But I really need to thank you for teaching me how to reckon someone a culprit and articulate so much without exactly knowing what happened. See they lost their lives and instead of taking measures to demolish it in future you are still accusing those contemporaries who were formerly yours. Impede these and rather use your energy (seems you all have a lot of them ) to investigate and ensue.

A Shame to the legal apparel

So now India is placed on the Tier-2 Watch List by US for human trafficking for the 5th consecutive year. An ignominy, country fall shorts in taking effective measures in skirmishing it. The report says that the number of persons affected could be anywhere between 20 to 65 million. According to some estimates, the annual turnover of human trafficking in India is around 20 billion rupees. Traumatic is that out of the total number of persons affected by human trafficking, as many as 80 per cent are women and 50 per cent are children.

Human trafficking has turned to be the world's third largest illegal activity after smuggling of drugs and weapons. The causes of trafficking are obvious. Despite 60 years of independence, the benefits of economic development have not trickled down to the marginalised sections of the society. This makes society susceptible to human trafficking.  It continues to boom despite adequate legal provisions.

Article 23 under Part 3 (Fundamental Rights) of the Indian constitution prohibits trafficking of human beings in the territory of India. There are more than 20 provisions in the Indian Penal Code, 1860 which deal with various aspects of human trafficking. But despite all this, there exists an unfathomable droopiness in the approach of law enforcement agencies when it comes to dealing with human trafficking. The nexus and repercussions cannot be avoided.

What a dismay!! Government of India also fails till date in all its endeavour of combating this nuisance. Ministry of Women and Child Development was made the nodal agency by the government to deal with human trafficking in India.
The National Human Rights Commission was formulated to thwart human trading. But still the perpetuators escape reprimands. But these institutional clouts also flight in serving the purpose. Thanks to the dodges in the existing laws!! Where are we leading to?

That is called a change!!

Literature is an art,

Perfect combo of knack and craft,

It is a written Dart,

 And a passionate Graft..

Salman Rushdie's statement in his book, ‘The Vintage Book of Indian Writing’ – "the ironic proposition that India's best writing since independence may have been done in the language of the departed imperialists is simply too much for some folks to bear" – created a lot of antipathy among many English writers. Amit Chaudhuri questioned in his book ‘The Picador Book of Modern Indian Literature’- "Can it be true that Indian writing, that is endlessly rich, complex and a problematic entity, is to be represented by a handful of writers who write in English?"

Despite these implicit statements it is not wrong to say in the present light that Indian English literature has found a credible ground. We can easily associate ourselves with the works of members of the Indian diaspora like V. S. Naipaul, Kiran Desai, Jhumpa Lahiri, Agha Shahid Ali, Rohinton Mistry and Salman Rushdie today.

Indian English literature demotes works by writers in India who write in the English language and whose native or co-native language could be one of the numerous languages of India. Indian literature and writing in English has a reasonably diminutive but highly charged history.  The Travels of Dean Mahomed perhaps stand at the foremost position in terms of Indian English writing. Rabindranath Tagore, R.K. Narayan and Mulk Raj Anand led the groundwork of Indian English Literature. Their works were the forerunners to the magnificent diversity of Indian writing in English that we see and can feel today.

Thanks to the reader’s interest that bears this splendour of literary piece. English Literature beholds an artistic or superior merit in the country. This is the essence of any written exertion.

The savour, curiosity and familiarity have under seen a transition from the preliminary pieces to the present works by the Indian English writers.  Books like Shiva Trilogy by Amish Tripathy, Train to Pakistan by Khushwant Singh, The White Tiger by Arvind Adiga God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy, Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri did the real toil.  Of course change can be established. Though more is yet to come..

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You never know

You never know,

The stars may vanish,

The clamour may finish,

The clouds may diminish,

But who will really miss?

You never know,

The birds may flew,

The rivulets may drew,

The runnels may crew,

But it may affect only a few..

You never know,

The words may be less,

Tumult may be difficult to face,

Cognizance may have no base,

But who will really want to mess??

You never know,

Sombre may be the sight,

Revamp may be tight,

Reminiscence may go white,

Who will behold the fight??

You never know,

There may last no hovering,

Some may appear sprawling,

The vociferance may be rolling,

Who will then really be moving?

The questions are endless,

At times it may appear senseless,

But it really ought to be baseless?

Its the apt time to make the guess...

There is no end....

The immensities lit by a star,

World of fancy and its occulting power,

Verdures and rivulets spread so far,

Is it real or a bizarre?

The encroaching desert and the bloom,

The birth cradle and the doom,

The invigorating dawn and the resilient noon,

Is it a bane or a boon?

The teenagers strut and the mind,

Directed in paths of many kind,

Knacks and skills sometime bind,

Yet no alleyway could be find.

The intense passion and aspiration,

Embodied with melancholy and confusion,

To do something is the subtle aim,

Abound with earning pelf and fame.

Is there entrenched thoughts- there stands no end,

Ideologies, often from their prescient they lend,

Apt stage to show the tacts and deeds,

Or hearing chimes in the lap of meads.