by: Tharun Jayaprasad *Knock knock*, who’s at the door? You do look familiar, have we met before? Oh yes, how can I forget you! You are just the person I was looking for. Boy! how different you seem from what I had heard and seen. Gleaming with honesty and those eyes draped in the fabric of impartiality, Lady Justice, that’s how I hoped that you would have been. Why is that now, the satin on your eyes lies tilted? The eye covered, is turned away from the helpless cries, The one peeking ensures the creatures who play you and wreck you, Stay untouched, undisputed. Why is that now, the balance leans more to a side? While one of them is empty, unsatisfied, The other is well looked after, though lacking any rationale, That makes you, for them, fight. Why is that now, the sword which you once yielded to fight…
The mother tongue is the inner most sanctuary of the soul. – Gustav Stresemann
Our mother language is our identity. We’ll be speechless without it. Our mother language is our identity. We’ll be speechless without it. In return nothing is asked from us but to be spoken out loud with pride.
Having to choose among all your childhood fantasies sometimes narrows down to just either having to be practical or brave. Also, not all the times are both the things same. That’s when you need to listen to just you and yourself only. Is it as easy as I’m making it sound? Am I sugarcoating something which would probably harm you but you need to know anyway?
The fight is to attain gender equality; not to topple the patriarchy to make room for a matriarchy. The fight is to attain race equality; not to topple the white supremacy to make room for a black one. That would be just replacing one injustice with another. As we fight all the injustice in the world, we may have just forgotten that.