A fine morning with a blazing sun and a cup of tea at the 12th charm of the clock, a perfect start for an off day. That has been quite a routine for most of us and we have made ourselves accustomed to it. All we need is a tiring week and then a day off for complete rest. A sudden weekday off is often welcomed with the same honors and recognition too.
None of us miss out on such an opportunity and neither did I, to take a complete break from my notorious schedule. But it wasn't the 12th charm that woke me up today, instead it was the beating of drums. All I could collect at that point was that, it is the 23rd of January, the birthday of Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose. The drums kept closer and the beats started annoying me now and in complete disarray I made a move towards the roof to get a complete view of the beats. Drummers followed by school girls and boys marched down the street under the supervision of their teachers and traffic guards. Neatly dressed and heads high with a cherishing smile on each of them, the fruits of nature were commemorating one of the bravest sons that Bengal has ever produced.
The annoyance had already disappeared and I could sense a drop of tear roll down my cheek. Professionalism have let us so much down. The best commander of a school parade wakes up at 12th charm and gets annoyed for a drum beat. The commands like "daine mur"(right turn) and "sabdhan wishram" were more or less replaced by "soye jaa soye jaa" in the last couple of years.
Time has taken all of us with such a monstrous blow that we don't have time for sentiments. We have given up the sentiments which marks the love for our country, sentiments for helping another, sentiments for shutting up to avoid a fight, etc. and else we have emerged with emotions full of emoticons which restricts these very sentiments to break up - patch up, killing the other for going up the ladder, to have a fight to suppress the inferior and so on. We live with the media and die as their story ends. We point out the rapists, we jump upon a A.Raja, we honour AAP for being a protector and then we slay them for being an exploiter but do we ever think about what we might have done if we have been at those places where the food is served and served only for YOU! We never tend to think upon. Sentiments are the biggest weapons for exploiters and they find it within us. The unwanted truth still lies with the fact that DAMINI was not the last girl to be tortured in this very country but the number of rapes have increased after that. Raja was not the last scandal but it saw the coming up of more scams in the last financial year. Its not the action that matters anymore but the attitude that needs to be changed which is the very source of darkness of this society. This was never the dream of the person whose commemoration woke me up today. This was not for what our freedom fighters fought, to see people dying of poverty and on the other hand someone getting up at the 12th charm just to have a reason that he worked hard yesterday!
Just like others, another article has been written to commemorate him but we still continue to dishonor them who gave their lives for seeing us free! And just like others, this concludes with a JAI HIND where HIND still awaits for its renaissance when we will not be annoyed by the beats of drums.
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