Turning over to the editorial page of today's newspaper (The Hindu, dated 15th June 2010. "Games big corporations play") I read through the atrocities of infamous Bhopal Gas Tragedy of December 1984 which left over 20,000 dead and thousands disabled and maimed. The effects of Bhopal's worst nightmare can still be felt, even today.
Quarter of a century later, there is still no trace of justice. The city still suffers from the long term impact of the gas tragedy, which includes various health, economic and social conditions. And, the only justice they are supposed to be satisfied with is a bailable two year prison term for the seven former officials of the then known Union Carbide Corporation. What if the Bhopal gas tragedy had happened in the United States? Would the House of Justice and the people let him off that easily? Is our judicial system, famed for it's delay in delivering justice, flawed in the case of ensuring justice as well? Answer me, Mr. Anderson, do you not feel anything, anything at all for the shit you've done?
Mr. Anderson may not have been punished for his criminal acts, however there is a title he will have to live with. He will and will always be known as the butcher of Bhopal. I bet he's proud of it, aren't you Mr. Anderson?
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Daddy and Triptin Biscuits
When I was 7, I thought Triptin biscuits were best thing ever invented by man, even if it was a medicinal biscuit. The circular thing tasted awesome. Amazing, in fact. I'm glad the doctor told daddy to eat them, because if he hadn't I wouldn't have gotten to taste the most amazing biscuit in the world (wholly my opinion) but, more importantly, I wouldn't have gotten to spend some of the best afternoons with my father.
Triptin biscuits came a pale green and brown tin box. It did look like it contained some sort of medicine from the outside, but once you open the box and tear apart the plastic foil, voila! The best biscuit on the planet. I also liked the biscuit because it was soft and easy to chew and it just seemed to melt into your mouth. Yum!
Daddy never intended to give me Triptin biscuits. He knew he shouldn't be feeding a 7 year old nutrient supplement biscuits. He just got to know I liked it because he caught me eating them. I just wanted to see how they tasted. Honest.
So, Daddy and I spent many afternoons chomping over Triptin biscuits. I got only 2 though, while daddy had to have his dose. If I was lucky, or daddy was in a good mood, I would get three. We usually played Scrabble or I would sit near his knees and we would watch TV, mostly National Geographic (he was their lawyer, and was maybe expected to know something) or I would watch Cartoon Network while he intently read a book.
My mother and I had recently visited Mantri Square, and I noticed the familiar green and brown tin can in the medical store window. My mother walked a little front of me, obviously not caring or wondering why I was stopping and looking at an uninteresting tin can. To everyone else, it's just a stupid tin can with medicinal biscuits in them; but to me it's a whole lot of afternoons of memories. =)
Triptin biscuits came a pale green and brown tin box. It did look like it contained some sort of medicine from the outside, but once you open the box and tear apart the plastic foil, voila! The best biscuit on the planet. I also liked the biscuit because it was soft and easy to chew and it just seemed to melt into your mouth. Yum!
Daddy never intended to give me Triptin biscuits. He knew he shouldn't be feeding a 7 year old nutrient supplement biscuits. He just got to know I liked it because he caught me eating them. I just wanted to see how they tasted. Honest.
So, Daddy and I spent many afternoons chomping over Triptin biscuits. I got only 2 though, while daddy had to have his dose. If I was lucky, or daddy was in a good mood, I would get three. We usually played Scrabble or I would sit near his knees and we would watch TV, mostly National Geographic (he was their lawyer, and was maybe expected to know something) or I would watch Cartoon Network while he intently read a book.
My mother and I had recently visited Mantri Square, and I noticed the familiar green and brown tin can in the medical store window. My mother walked a little front of me, obviously not caring or wondering why I was stopping and looking at an uninteresting tin can. To everyone else, it's just a stupid tin can with medicinal biscuits in them; but to me it's a whole lot of afternoons of memories. =)
Saturday, May 22, 2010
The "decisive" year.
Oh jeez. I'm in 12th now. It's THE year. The year in which we not only have to write the BOARD exams but also various, may I add, screwing entrance exams, where a quarter mark makes your life, or breaks it.
Welcome to hell.
Courtesy:- the Indian educational system.
Welcome to hell.
Courtesy:- the Indian educational system.
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