Sunday, June 8, 2008 •
& spongebob is cute 11:09 PM
Just today, I was watching a competition between families. It was the elimination round. And in it were Roy family and another family. Being a Roy, I also supported Roy. My heart was thumping furiously.
That was when my father came to the living room. And he announced to the family that about 300 children in India were missing! 300! Whoa! A lot of kids! I thought I knew why they are missing. I told my family about what I felt. I felt that those innocent kids were kidnapped for their body organs and precious blood. Even as I am writing this, I am having a weird inexpressible feeling. Like sort of scared,worried.
When I heard this I was like completely freaked out. I was asking my father, can't UN do anything about it? Can't Commonwealth do anything about it? Can't the police of the world, America do anything?
These things had happened a few years ago (not so sure how many years ago, may be a decade) also in India. A lot people were kidnapped. Then later people found their dead bodies in a drain. They had their major organs missing. For some, too much blood was drained out. You know who did all those? Doctors! They are supposed to be saviors and angels. But those doctors are doctors just in name. We should not think all doctors are like that. Those doctors who do that are a stigma, a blemish not only on doctors but also on humans.
Those organs and blood were sold for what? Stupid, good for nothing, useless, and the classic, money! As I am writing this, I, Bidisha Roy's eyes are brimming with tears. A lot of tears.
And now, history is repeating itself. At first this was ignored when a handful were missing. That is already quite bad. You know why they were ignored? The dumb, good for nothing, fatty, lazy, useless and always accepting bribe Indian Police Force said, “Oh, exams are nearing. You must have scolded or had beat them too much and they were scared. So they ran away from home!” What a lame excuse. Even I, a pathetic liar, won't use this kind of excuse.
Okay! Let's say the kids really ran away from home. But will 300 kids run away from home? And those idiotic police still dare to use this excuse even after knowing estimated 300 kids are missing! Oh ya, those idiots did not even bother to know that children were missing. Some humans rights group found out! Hate those *tut *tut *tut police!
Indian police were forever useless. Always accepting bribes. In the movies, they will show, Indian police so righteous! Reality is cold! Thai police and Indian police are very alike.
If I were there when the police said that excuse, I don't know how many tight slaps and martial arts I would do on them. I mean... I can already hear the 'PHAs' (sound effects when tightly slapped). I would also abuse them. If I were not to be an Indian, I don't know what I would do to those idiots.
It comes back to national identity. Am I proud to be an Indian? If no, should the police and law be a factor of me being ashamed of my nation? I AM proud to be an Indian. It is the feeling everyone should have in them. Of course, in every nation, there will be ugly citizens (with retrospection from Miss Chia's blog entry about the Sichuan Quake). But so ugly?
When I hear in the news, in china and all those third world countries have these kind of things, I don't feel like what I am feeling now. I can forget it in a few seconds. But this one, it has been hours since I heard it. And I can't get over it. Is this national sense? Should I feel like this for every country, regardless of if I hate them or I have no connection with them? Is this feeling only meant for my own nation? Is it wrong for me to NOT feel like this towards other nations?
I might have been very harsh to the wrong doers. But they deserve it. Or do they deserve more? Or less? I don't know if I should say this or not, but I want them to burn in the fire of hell.
Coming back to the story of the 300 kids being missing. If you have humility in you please 'waste' a minute praying for them. If everyone dedicates a minute of prayer to them, God won't ignore those prayers. Please... Pray for them. If not as an Indian, as a human.
Now as my tears start flowing freely from my eyes in the confined walls of my room, I shall end this post and pray for the kids out there suffering in silence.
