Dear Readers,
Today I wanted to write something about aesthetics as I usually do. Something about flowers or the sensuous breeze these days or some breathtaking views of the desert that I came across recently but none of these could become the subject of this post. I could not infuse romance once again because of the scenes that flashed before my eyes after I switched off my television.
News channels reported the assassination of an honest and upright police official at a place called Kunda in UP. Irrespective of the different versions of the conspiracy theories, the scenes of a devastated and debilitated home were moving and destabilizing. After skipping a few other channels, I could divert my attention partially to the effect that what I saw appeared to be another killing or just another news far away from my immediate environment.
Such incidents evoke varied responses but most of them end with a benign forgetfulness. When I was a student at DU, we heard of a brutal murder of an engineer named Satyendra Dubey in Bihar. He was a bright IITian who stood up against local organized road contract mafia. He influenced me a lot and inspired me to think differently. Back then I realized that a nation's character is built by its Satyendra's, its Zia-ul Haq's, its Vikram Batra's and many more such men and women. Let us salute the people who make this scorched hell a place worth living by sacrificing their lives just as a noble shepherd had done about two millennia ago.....
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