Saturday, August 2, 2014

Strike off strikes, please (Don't Ban our Daily Bread)

   














   







     

     








                                 "Better ban this wretched profession," he growled
                                   While driving his auto; with an amused smile did
                                   I sit behind watching his raging passion;
                                  "Like an idle beast I have to wait and wait
                                   To earn my meager livelihood, bargaining --
                                   These soaring prices starved us all;
                                   With fresh hopes, Sir, I leave my hut
                                   Expecting at least a full meal for a day;
                                   At night I return cursing my fate again:
                                   Can crooked political stunts and gimmicks feed
                                   Our hungry stomachs? I ask.
                                   These daily strikes like bolts from the blue
                                   Deprive us of our daily bread;
                                   Who thinks of starving mouths and scalding tears?
                                   They butter their cakes and bread with our blood
                                   And cry hoarse about their sacrifice great;
                                   None dares to question these self-styled leaders
                                   Who make us victims just to gain their selfish ends;
                                   How many days and lives went down the drain!
                                   Better leave this wretched work in future; let not
                                   Our children be like us to live like slaves
                                   Slogging all day in torrid heat to earn
                                   A few rupees, not enough to have one meal a day."

          




       








                                 Listening to his words born out of intense agony
                                 My heart throbbed in deep sympathetic vein;
                                 Better ban these inhuman strikes that kill
                                 So many lives, hopes and precious hours;
                                 A friendly pat I gave commending his words
                                 Who dared to speak plain naked truths
                                 Unlike our scheming pioneers of political sphere.
                               

    Note : Bandh has become a very easy weapon in the hands of every one. Lack of vision and ignorance of future consequences are prime causes for this state of affairs. In developed countries people use this only as the last resort knowing how bandhs affect lives of so many people and hamper our economic progress. Because of bandhs so many lost their lives and missed the opportunities of getting jobs and saving the lives of dying people. Can we compensate such things?

As someone said "Bandh is a political terrorism unleashed by disgruntled parties, which are out of power with an intention to grab power."

 " Bandhs have been criticised because of the disruption of everyday life caused by them."

 In India three Bharath Bandhs took place just in one year in 2012 causing huge losses in crores. According too Confederation of Indian Industry nearly 1.25 billion rupees are lost due to bandhs in Industries in India. Likewise educational pursuits of so many students are affected and their standards have deteriorated due to this fast-spreading menace as students are easily available tools for politicians to achieve their goals. An efficient administrative and regulatory system should be formed to resolve the problems of employees and people as well. The parties should be penalised for the loss of property and lives  caused during these disruptive demonstrations.
  
                       "Knowing when to fight is as important as knowing how."       
                 
                      *********************************************        
          
     3rd August, 2014                                                               Somaseshu Gutala

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