New Delhi,
2012
Nights are
still beautiful. In this city I have never seen a sky full of stars as I used
to see in my village. Cohesion of the crickets in the evening is missing here.
Still nights are beautiful. A day is a day and a night is a night, this fact
itself is an amazing surprise that the nature offered to us. Let’s walk across
the streets, let’s sing aloud. In the night your voice echoes at far distance.
At night you are free to walk around since there is less traffic. Since
everything is not visible too clearly, a night offers you immense scope of
imaginations.
No! I don’t
want police patrolling in the name of law and order.
I don’t want
to remain conscious, while walking in the nights, if I am carrying my identity
proof in my pocket. I don’t even want to be answerable why I’m walking on the
streets in the night. I don’t want to see police. I don’t feel good talking to
police. I know something really bad happened. But I also don’t want police on
the streets. Government is manly. Police is manly. Army is manly.
Dear girls,
nights are still beautiful. Do not ask for any security, nothing works. Nights
are beautiful in all terms. What happened in Delhi recently has nothing to do
with the beauty of the nights.
Blaming
government is not a solution. Looking for cops’ help is not a solution.
The problem
lies at the core of the patriarchal system and the masculinity itself. Govt.
and the cops all are part of the system, so nothing will work ever. Let’s come
out in the nights. Let’s start singing aloud. Let’s recite our favorite pieces
of poetries.
Delhi, don’t
facilitate us so much. Don’t offer us ‘dream houses’ with investment planning.
Don’t beautify yourself and don’t remove the poor people from their
habitations. Don’t offer car loans. Don’t check my belongings every time I
enter at any premise. Don’t compete with the other big big metros. Don’t feel
ashamed of your poor people. You are beautiful as you are.
It is only
who are out bursting at the event, who made the nights for criminals, where as
we deeply believe that the nights were meant for artists and poets. The poets
have a time to play around words in the night when there is no rush for earning
livelihood. It is only you, who made a ‘discipline’ around how to walk out in
the night, how to dress and how not to face problems. By doing that you again
and again assured the criminals that how it is fine to commit a crime.
My love,
I’ll see u in the nights, when we’ll have enough time to talk without a
compulsion of hurry back to office. We’ll paint all over the walls of the city
with love so that in the morning my city shines with the rising sun.
21/12/12
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