Mass Suicide – an invitation

Mass Suicide, an invitation.
 
Yes you read it right, I invite you to a mass suicide program. I do this, as I think even you would have got tired off all this nonsense that is shoved under the carpet of resilience.

Every year a brain washed fellow human being aspires to cull a few of us. You could blame it on failure on governance, intelligence or even jurisdiction. I won’t. 

This act of cowardice is quickly followed by a list of accusations, call of corruptions, and whore cries of politicians to encash on the sympathy, or even whore cries by the media ‘wanting’ to show you the real deal, and in the process hamper the rescue efforts, upset the already shocked. 

This is then followed by finding someone to blame, pinning it on to them, if you are lucky catching some and feeding them from our tax money. Ironically protecting them with greater intent than you ever protected us.

No. I do not aspire to agitate for hanging Ajmal Kasab either. I understand he is a diplomatic weapon for us, and you may choose to still save him for another day, for as long as it takes for his judgment day to arrive. Ironically he didn’t shoot with a list in his mind. But yes despite proving his guilt we will have to wait for a long list of criminals before we could settle him. Just a question though, if the cost being incurred to save him even at the value of holding a diplomatic prisoner worthy enough to justify the lives culled by him? I don’t even want to add to the list of the recent killings. Doesn’t he deserve a death that sends shivers down his like minded friends like they once did to us?

I do not aspire to motivate or lead another bunch of brain dead people to launch my political career. I am no politician. No sir.

Neither do I aspire to throw stones at you, after all my vote went into your selection too.

I do not aspire to gain revenues through TRPs, or ads, or accept charity or anything. I am no news channel. I may be marketing student, but my conscience doesn’t allow me to market someone’s life.
And hence I don’t desire that you wipe out a country from the map either.

So what is the deal?

The deal is this, I am tired of the inhuman conditions we live under, I am tired of praying frantically for the safety of my loved ones, I am tired of going through this again and again. So I give you this one more chance. A chance to silence us for good.

You wanted to scare us, too bad you failed?
Perhaps, kill us? Go ahead…  

I am not afraid of you anymore, I am not afraid of death either. We  come together as one at Shivaji Park for a silent protest. A silent protest exactly 10 days after the incident.  We gather there on the 23rd of July – 6:50 when the blast happened.
Ten days for us to see some action, if not from the Government, then may be the brainwashed friends.

Dear Terrorists/Mafia/Extremists or whoever you are, YOU are invited to come blow us up that day. We are not afraid, we are just angry….

What do we aspire to do?
We aspire to give you another chance to scare us, another chance to kill us.