Like Polls Rebel!!!

Or should it be “Like poles Repel?” Though the fight for the “7 race course road” (surprised why I mentioned the residential address? You’ve heard 10 Janpath all these days.. That’s why!!!) is on, the great political battle field hasn’t been the way it was earlier. Parties started off accusing each other (hypothetically hurling shoes!) and now its time to be dearly dear to the opponent, wooing alliances against all odds. Hung parliament is what I foresee and all my hopes of a better tomorrow have withered.

Down south where the alliance is pretty strong, the parties have started the dietician trick to give the co-tamilians a safe place to live. But the truth is, “like polls repel.” I’ve had enough of mails containing pictures of Sri Lankan tamil’s distress, filling up my inbox and also my senses with immense sensitivity, but least was I affected. I always compared the LTTE affair to the POK desire. If India fights terrorist and would never give away the snow clad mountains to Pakistan, how would you expect Rajapakse to just give away what LTTE wants? A question that has several stodgy answers. However, I found my strongest of emotions that was buried within outburst yesterday. The two “unimportantly significant” things (in my view) had allied to thrust my tear gland:

1)The media
2)A reality show

I watched the Vijay TV’s “Ungalil Yaar Adutha Prabhu Deva”, a reality dance show. Considerably good one when compared to other reality shows, with very little of talking and immense action. The fourth Semi-finalist Prem Gopal, who happens to be a Sri Lankan Tamil had experienced the Sri Lankan Governments irrational racism towards Tamil at the age of 10. A performance that’s worth nothing less than victory, not just material but emotional because he is not only going to win the show but he would continue to win the hearts of a million people. After the performance he explains, “When i was ten years old, I travelled from Jaffna to Colombo with my mum, dad and sister. We were in a mini bus with 30 other people in Candy. The Sri Lankan Army stopped the mini bus. The road was wide and by it a small stream was running. They made us all get off the bus. Why? Because we were Tamil. Do u know how we all stood there? With our hands up. We stood there for about half an hour”

Not many of us do things that define a purpose and it is never for the betterment of a fellow being. But Prem did the right thing at the right time. A dramatic picturisation of the Sri Lankan Tamil issue. A few metres away I could see Prem’s sister shedding all her tears till the last drop and explains how difficult situations are in Sri Lanka. For once I saw a true depiction of emotion which was not controlled by blood relation but by and for the blood shedding relation.

Though the Sri Lankan government has restricted movement of the LTTE under a final radius of 4 kms, the pain has stretched far north where the distress of congress is evident, and farthest away in London where a considerable number of Sri Lankan tamils continue to shed their tears and money to save their fellow beings.
Two aspects soaring to the skies, the rocket bombs and the price of basic commodities like rice and clothes. As the differently blessed people continue to look up at the skies and pray, I look down with immense shame while the tears from my eyes calm the goddess earth. On touch down, the tears evaporate. Where is god? Up there where Sri Lankan Tamils look or down under where my tear drops evaporate? May be inbetween. Each one of us are Gods. Please stop the War… Let the, “Like poles attract”.