A Devil's own....City?

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Mythology is a body of myth and teachings that revolve around Rakshasa and Assuras The effigy of Ravana,(the rakshasa) that we  burn religiously every year at the Ramlila grounds is our way keeping alive our belief that good will always triumph over evils. However the futility of our belief is that today evils have totally spread their wings and yet we keep simmering in our hope that someday the good will cut the wings of  the soaring evil...

We are  not blissfully anonymous to the rotting sate of affairs of a state that once we blissfully believed to be vibrant and hearty. We are very much annoyed about the city turning devilish. We are quite vociferousness about it, yet we pretend to remain as helpless as those little children who  remain devoured and devastated almost every day at every nook and corner of this city just for being born a  GIRL...

We also remain majorly guilty of these heinous crime of rapes in the city  because it is we who believed and voted a CM who because of her  sinus pretends to not able to smell the rotten rats in her cabinets.  It is we who thought intellectuals can be great leaders and installed a PM who remains practically  mute leading a morn Cabinet. It is we who continue in believing that our  politicians and social crusaders are men and women of substance without realizing that they are a parliament of owls who believe in goring and maiming Democracy  to keep alive their lust for power and arrogance.

We may be great fault finders  but we are not any less guilty ourselves Our greatest guilt is we walk and run around the city like Gandhi's  "3 Monkeys" ....Mouth shut Eyes shut and Ears shut...taking all the bull shits from the police, politicians and perverts. SHAME ON US... for calling our city "Dildaar Delhi".and SHAME ON US for hiding behind the candle lights and letting our city  become a Devil's  own City... !


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