The serpents have committed their monstrous task.

At the victim’s condition tender humankind screams in fear.

She was only a girl and to be a girl was a fault… Oh, why was she a girl?

Horror-stricken faces linger by my side. I close my eyes at this sight.

My blood boils with rage, redress for wrong is awaited.

A fellow being that I am, my conscience weeps with rage.

The sinners emerge from the skin, and for the skin… ah, I tremble to think.

For lust, from humans such cruel animals do they become.

I pray but only for the hooligans to be adopted by none but Lucifer.

May they rot in hell if there is such a place, but vanish must they from earth.

The scoundrels, the brutes, the shameless inhumane deserves no life!

For they have blackened the hearts’ of a billion.

The Ministers are but just an object of mockery.

No thought do they have of their own mothers, sisters, daughters, and wives.

Oh, we have our lawmakers; a new scheme is on offer for you:

Equip yourself with armor, and remain enclosed in the darkness of your rooms,

Or carry chili powder with you and flung it across when need be.

For you are the prey, and these are the lawmakers’ decisions to protect your modesty.

STORIES

Love can happen twice but . . .

June 9, 2012 Ramu Das 5 Comments

I saw a girl about 18 years or so (I guess) accompanying a boy about the same age. They were apparently in love and came in to the newly launched bookstore at our locality where I was lazing away my time –I know it is foolish to laze away one’s time, but that’s all I could do at that time– I wasn’t really reading anything there, but pretended to be reading. I was just checking out the people as they come and go. It wasn’t my job to check them out, CCTV cameras were installed for that purpose but I liked watching them.

She glanced at the books on the neat and clean bookshelf – one after the other – and suddenly came across a book which was titled, ‘Can Love Happen Twice?’. The title of the book attracted her attention and interested her so much that she decided to buy it, and asked her boyfriend who accompanied her what he thought about the title of the book.

“Well,” he said with a lot of seriousness, “Love can happen, not just twice, but as many times as guys find some beautiful girls ready to pull their skirts up and show some skin . . . you know how smart we guys are.”

“Tell you what,” she responded after being pissed at getting such an indigestible answer.

“What?” the boy asked.

“Get yourself a new girlfriend. You’re my part-time boyfriend anyway, and I think my full-time boyfriend needs me now.”

“I was just saying it, I didn’t mean it. Love may happen twice but not with the same intensity as it happened the first time,” the boy replied.

“No, no, that’s ok. Let me try my hand at someone else by pulling my skirt up and by . . . what was that you said? . . . yeah, showing some skin . . . what you say, guys are smart, right?”

“What? are you crazy?! I was just kidding!!” said the boy in total surprise, “How will I live without you.”

“Ditto.” said the girl, and winked and smiled to relief the boy from the sudden tension and anxiousness that was visible on his face, and hand in hand they walked out of the library after purchasing the book.

A Thinking Man