The Silent Spectator..


I do hope you don’t read this, as it would make you aware about my cowardice and my hypocrisy.  Instead of doing some thing concrete I am hiding behind the comfort of my laptop and writing this. But I hope that of all the people who notice my cowardice, somebody, atleast one will stand up. We all wait for news to turn to old news and to forget about it. We are too consumed by life to worry about what has been. And please don’t forget to add me to the list of guilty. This is not a post about the victims, or the perpetrators of crime. It is a post about how we struggle to deal with social crimes which are becoming a harsh reality that all of us are facing today. By ignoring these crimes we now realize that we have nowhere left to hide anymore. 

And more than anyone else who is to be blamed but us, yeah but we are scared, we value our lives and why would we want to put them at risk and maybe that's the right thing to do, or is it. Maybe it's time to realize that our lives are already on line and that the lottery of death and crime could pick out our names any day.

 Please don't waste your time and energy finding faults with me, yes i am hypocritical and opportunist and all that you want to accuse me off, but to anyone reading this try, do something, pick up an old case, ask questions, stick to it, stick to a cause, form groups, demand, fight on weekends, put in extra hours at nights, miss fun but work, work towards making things better for yourself and others too.

 I am not trying to trivialize any issue or blaming someone, but all I want to say is that we cannot abdicate our responsibilities and we can only move forward if we move along with our responsibilities.

 God bless all those silent victims who have moved on with their lives or maybe even beyond lives. While we will never be able to give them back what they lost, we could try and save the future.

I am a silent spectator, an everyday guy,
In times of crises, I freeze and don’t even try,
To redeem the moral fiber of humanity,
Put my life on line; that would be insanity.

Why risk, no mishap will ever dare touch me,
And that’s my myopic point of view to see.
I will yell and shout and blame others and you,
And that’s alright; I know you will do the same too.
Cause you too are the silent spectator, the everyday guy
In times of crises you freeze and don’t even try.

I will shed a tear, light a candle in other’s name,
And then go back to playing life’s miserly game.
Sometimes these tears hurt me silently at night,
But I don’t know have the heart or courage to fight.

I feel tied down, caught up and totally helpless,
Why is someone average like me a part of this mess?
My heart is tormented, torn and also shrunk with fear,
Between what is right and attachment with those I hold dear.
But in my fear induced blindness what all I couldn’t see,
Is that it could be my family, friends, you or even me.

And then I'd ask the silent spectator, the everyday guy,
Why in times of crises, he froze and didn’t even try?


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