My Reflections

Simri police station, Simri bus stop, Simri field, Simri post office, Simri Middle school, Simri High School, simri weekly haat held on Monday and Friday, Simri annual mela; for locals, Simri infact, is local head quarters. Locals associate their village with Simri for easy identification e.g. SImri-Bastawara, Simri-Bharati etc. Simri market is bustling with activities today thanks to the amity among people.    People say with sense of pride that the market is as developed as one in Darbhanga town. Peace and Communal harmony are definitely enabling factors for the economic development of any place. Today, Simri-Bastawara is in news for wrong reason. Some lunatics have committed wrong during chhatta puja and the divisive forces are up in the arms to tear the fabric of unity of the region. As ugly monster of riot descends at our place aiming to pounce and quench its thirst for  blood , let us raise our hands in prayer that the monster bites the dust and retreat....

Blood stained newspapers with headlines giving statistics of death, blown up human bodies shown on TV screens, suicide by farmers in debts, hunger death, homicide, riots; are the harsh realities of our daily life. Can we escape it, I wonder. I wish, may there be no news of death whenever I pick up my morning newspaper. Alas, my wish never comes true. The human beings if not killed by fellow human faced beings, die due to severity of inclement weather. There was a siege of a café in Australia where two hostages and the lone terrorist were killed. Then there was a dance of macabre by ghastly terror act in army school of Pakistan. Innocent children were butchered by devils. Next day, the Pakistan army killed more than 50 in its restive province in retaliation claiming they all were terrorists. Yesterday, there were killings in Assam, and elsewhere people died due to inclement weather. My heart trembles in fear what is in today’s store. Today’s shroud and coffin and grave and pyr...