Saturday, July 9, 2011

Crying for the tear drop nation

Fingers jabbed at the thin air

Fighting for space within tiny holes

In the iron gate

Unseen face and voices unheard

In the collective plea

Asking for only a witness to their deaths

Having already forgotten

How to hope for a rescue

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A ticket to this land costs nothing. Almost nothing. It’s nearer to my city than my country’s captial.

Do I want to go there and be the tourist? No. The idea is abusive. Abusive to the innocence Of an entire society.

Stranded first, shelled and raped next. And finally shot in the head, without even clothes to cover their souls.

5 comments:

monideepa sahu said...

well put. This country is all around us, yet we, the privileged, refuse to acknowledge its existence.

Aruna Iyer said...

Hello Monideepa!
This post was written after a watching the horrific Channel Four expose of war crimes in Sri Lanka...it disturbed me a great deal and I sought peace in the only way I knew- by writing.

When nobody bothered to acknowledge this post about real human beings we lost over war, I felt disheartened...unknown people have commented a great deal on my other posts which were not this important in my head...but this one post was ignored for days...
You broke the spell...

Thank you for reading this. And. Telling me you did.

I shall start writing once again in here...

P.S. I follow your blog...I really like it..especially the line under your blog picture...I think this is what it says:
Creativity is about making mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep...

Loved it!

Scarlet Pimpernel said...

War crimes by Prabhakaran of LTTE and the Army (lot of insider issues) had become the norm in the Sri Lankan war... How did it come to be this way?

No clue, but it involves politics. The root of po-li-tics says, developing the art of warfare is of prime importance to the state. The politicians who must be good policy makers are morally bankrupt and make bad policies... The reason why LTTE leader killed some of his own men and women (survival), purely for survival.

Nobody cares in the end, because Patria Potestas still happens to be status quo in Tamil Nadu (and most of India). Politicians like Musharraf had made coup d'etat acceptable...

Politics is so damned and directly translates in to roads, water, our daily lives and we really must acknowledge that our privileges and rights and what we enjoy is intertwined in this bloody web.

How many people knew what was LITERALLY happening? Very few...

"As the shells (bullets) fall, the trench provides little protection. It is only three feet deep and the adults, crouched protectively over their children, can barely get their heads below the level of the ground. But someone has not jumped into the trench; someone with a small video camera. Despite the nearby crump of the shells, he keeps filming. A woman in the trench is clutching a baby and crying desperately. "Please get in the bunker! Don't take the video!" she shouts in Tamil. "What are you going to do with the video? They are killing everyone …"

Like I said, Nobody cares in the end... A lot of people don't talk about SL, I'm glad that you wrote this post :)

Aruna Iyer said...

Thank you Kishore...
the scene you have decscribed here...I don't know if u wrote it or if it was part of the script for that documentary...
But it brought back the scene vividly in my mind...and I am sad all over again...

Hope they find peace and hapiness somehow...in this lifetime itself.

Scarlet Pimpernel said...

Look at the brighter side... you have a better life and you're living it... Godspeed :)