'The devil must be hanged !' is getting ubiquity in the air everywhere. I don't say that punishment shouldn't be given. I don't vindicate anyone here. All I want to ask that are we just in the cases of executions ? Are we just or are we revengeful ? or both? Revengeful justice can't be the move of a sound society . Think once - Are we destroying crimes or the people infected with such crimes? I believe latter only and we can't control crime by killing criminals . At-least not in a society that is itself strangulated between the hypocrisy of justice and revenge . My view in terms of a person to-be-hanged.
There will be no sun for me. In fact ,I have not seen in last six months of my life, but I have experienced its warmth merely.
My feelings and repentance don’t matter much .Never they did. I don’t deserve anything better than I will get soon.
I never felt low hitherto and I won’t let me feel so now- obstinately . I wish I were adequately educated to sermonize on life et al.
This is the vantage from where they share their experiences of life and they unbridled the mysteries of life-death phenomenon – The educated they are.
I will preferably remain unmoved on their way of justice – What am I going to turn now on evaluating that? – as they are wiser than me.
I am trying to shirk off my memories, but they are one of few things that are beyond the reach of my knife’s blade. I am remembering my home today – I could never understand why they are so much fascinated for the unbaked-mortar structures. May be they have something better there to attach with. I don’t want to intervene in the aptness of etymology of the place and hence I too call the place home. And, I am missing all other paraphernalia of my old days. Had I followed to my mother’s instructions at least once , not for my goodness but for happiness.
I never bestowed the bourgeois concepts of study-and-be-biggie and I don’t regret. No one turns biggie by befriending alphabets. I am also enveloped by the hazy memories of the nameless girl I was attracted. The wise people would have certainly called that as ‘love’ , but my attraction was not strong enough to transcend the cramps of my usually empty stomachs. After her , any woman came in my business was a task of either blade or bed. Sometimes both. I progressed much in my business .
I don’t have much understanding to regret on my acts even now. They have been the products of my association with the people I lived with – unsure if they are good or bad- and my way of interpretation of meeting-our-ends (lecture on grand topics like life is the business of wise people). If I have to regret on something, I will regret for the entirety of the people I lived with.
I am not begging for the pity; I left begging in childhood only and made others beg to me by far, but am asphyxiated by the hypocrisy of the wise mob. They made rules ; they are wise. They give justice ; they are wise. They made society and want to clean; they are wise. All I could understand that they are hypocrites. Their demand to my gallows was inspired not by the justice but by the revenge.
Why is a wise man is asking death to another man. Do they really think that my absence will make their world better? They are trying to erase perpetrator ( criminal as they say) and not the act (the call it crime). They are educated fool.
The people who were very happy on the Friday , when their court decided to erase me , were the same people who were always present with me.
I robbed, they took away.
I killed, they instructed.
I raped, they delighted.
They don’t object my business unless they don’t want to fool themselves. In fact, they are the subject of my business.
They are not different, they are just me. Exactly. They will erase me and then one of them will again turn like me .
I can’t say that I don’t want to be alive but ……….Oh, whom am I talking to?
Shit! Emotions are not my side of the bread.
‘One should be hard to himself and soft to others’ – I read it written on a wall of the house I robbed.
Dawn is arriving and I need to kiss the gallows.
~ Sumit J
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