You can’t blame the City which has a glorious past and historical significance since the days of Mahabharata.

But the gangrape incident of 16th December, 2012 in Delhi certainly gives a glimpse of underbelly of a rising metropolis. It is simply not a law and order issue but debilitating moral values especially in the younger class and the blame partly goes to technology.

When it comes to daily grind, Delhi is no different from other cities of world where everybody rushes  to their work from long distances and reach back  only at night irrespective of gender. The parents may not have time to monitor the activities of their children, especially at a cutting edge age group - teenage, an age where the teens want to experiment with everything they encounter in life. In fact, they do have enormous curiosity and inquisitive mind to grow not only  bodily but intellectually at a faster pace. Under these circumstances, if enough parental care is not taken , simply they fall into wrong hands and collapse their lives. By the time  parents realize this, considerable damage already happens.

So the parents must be very vigilant on the activities of their children and should not keep their minds empty but engage them in creative hobbies. If we start giving them more money indiscriminately and not monitor what they do with it, they  tread a wrong path.

The young generation which apes Western culture especially in their attire should pause and look back the rich culture we are inherited. Their contention that nobody should lend an evil eye on them irrespective of what they wear is not tenable. If any good Samaritan tries to advise something on their clothes, they complain of encroaching into their personal space. Alas, decency in public places is fast eroding in our cities.

Ever since the news of alleged objectionable content of CCTV footage of Delhi Metro trains on porn sites broke, it looks as if we are living in monster metropolis where the  technology is playing a spoilsport to malign the minds.

 It is not simply relying on hearsay but I have seen with my own eyes the intimate scenes of a couple in the walking area of Indraprastha Park in East Delhi. I failed to understand the logic of their open love making, polluting otherwise serene sunny evenings.   Equally perplexing is, neither the park authorities did anything to curb such acts, nor onlookers interfered in their nasty acts. I remain shell-shocked because, in the vicinity,  children are playing, and imagine what the children perceive and how it corrupts their minds !

It is simply not an isolated incident. An eye account of a dairy vendor gave me a jolt to my already torn mind. According to him, three college going girls approached him one day to enquire about cigarettes in his shop. When, he tried to admonish them, they angrily reacted that it was not his business to advise them ! The other day , I stood as silent witness to another shocking visual. It was in bustling market in Greater Kailash I in South Delhi where two boys and a girl were found exchanging a single cigarette.

What is missing is the fear of doing such dare-devil acts in public places. Nobody on the roads is prepared to take note of, nor alert concerned authorities.

Strict surveillance by all stakeholders parents, society and law enforcement agencies drastically reduce such low-moral acts in public places. Sometimes, I feel that we should have some stricter laws like Arab countries in West Asia where the atrocities against women is barest minimum.

Considering the delicacies of the issue, we should tackle the problem very carefully by first changing the value system both in men and women. The fear of punishment for such acts drastically curb the violence against women.

As long as the problem is not confronted at roots, we make little headway towards woman-incident-free society !


 A lyric in my vernacular Telugu goes like this: "No use to have heaven in front of you, if you don't have liberty " It further says that ' there could be no merriment in doing things in your 60's which you were supposed to do in your 20's'

The highest goal of human existence is perpetual bliss which Hindus fondly call  'moksha'. Why we call it as a supreme goal is, because of our entanglement with daily affairs leaves no or little  space to think other than material comforts of life. Only few are blessed enough to have zeal and think beyond petty survival.

The very purpose of human birth is something go beyond the mundane existence. Happiness which we cherish in every act we do, is mostly begged from others. In that begging, we become so dependable on others. In order to win daily battles of life, we sometimes indulge in acts even when the heart says a firm 'No'.

Suppose, a man who feels the dying need for money did amass wealth to enjoy life. Imagine what happens ? In the first place, he can not put a tab on his need for more money. The more he starts earning, the more fierce his desire becomes. By the time, he knows the real happiness lies not outside but within himself, his end may come. It happens with majority of people who repent at death-bed cherishing the things they could have done much early in life but postponed continuously due to one reason or other.

The world is replete with countless examples of people not being able to enjoy simple pleasures of life, irrespective of their position on the social ladder. The surprising thing is when they come at their door, they simply shoo away, only to realise their credence afterwards.

Robin Sharma in his great book ‘Who will cry when you die ?’gave the plight of one father (who attended his seminar in Toronto) about his not giving piggyback ride to his son. The father says that “ while my son was growing up, he constantly asked me to give piggyback rides and I was always too busy to play with him. Now he had grown up and I am prepared to give anything to give that little son (now young man) a piggyback ride”. The time once gone means, gone forever !

So the wisdom of present moment awareness should always prevail. Henry David Thoreau, in his monumental work 'Walden' beautifully portrays that the occupation of a day-labourer is the most independent of any professions. He says that the labourer's day ends with the going down of the sun and he is then free to devote himself to his chosen pursuit, independent of his labour. But his employer, who speculates from month to month, has no respite from one end of the year to the other.

So live the life you want right now with available means before your time is run out !