Justice?

Do you like to sip coffee while watching the rain battering the window pane? Do you like to linger on the 'Upper Birth' of a reserved train compartment all day long reading mystery Novels? Do you like to go out and eat in a restaurant once in a while? Do you like to see new places with your family?

There are so many other questions and if you answer 'Yes' to even one of them, my next question will be 'Where is your sense of Justice?'

There has been a lot of talk and newspaper space being spent on the issue of giving justice to those slum dwellers who lost their lives and are continually suffering even today. Most people are baying for the heads of big shots from Warren Anderson to Arjun Singh to Entire congress government. The anger is against the rich and famous using their privileges for escaping justice. They demand justice for the poor.

But what is justice? Had those people been alive today, most of them would still be lingering in those slums. Scurrying around every time rain hits hard filling up whatever hole they call home, traveling by unreserved compartments jostling along with hundreds of other people for space enough to keep their b*** on, to struggle or steal whenever the prices of pulses go high, to dream about those beautiful places which they had to leave behind from due to lack of food/work. While the whole middle class, which seems to be the main support base of Bhopal Victims, do what they like to do as mentioned in the first paragraph.

And the only reason 'We' can afford these little pleasures is because our parents earned enough to afford us private education, and let us study without interruptions for 'field-work'. Every time you travel by reserved class, their might be an old blind sick lady suffering in the unreserved compartment, unable to make through the journey. Every time you shoo a young lad trying to take shelter from the rain under your window, he might get sick of pneumonia, result of getting drenched in the rain.

Do we care? No way. This is the life 'we' would be giving them, had they been alive. And we won't be blaming ourselves.

Lets not forget, humans are born hypocrites. Our sense of justice fails us when the society asks us to give up our little pleasures. So why be jealous if somebody else makes use of his own position to save himself some trouble?

Here is a challenge. If you still want to cry for bhopal victims, give up everything which your birth has bestowed on you. And then lets talk about Justice.