Exodus, of the oppressed, of the tormentor too

Updated: Mar 20

I could sense the excruciating pain of being subjugated, horrendous feel of being isolated, throbbing sensation of being alienated, soreness of being evacuated, stinging consciousness being eradicated and, I could comprehend that, the said feeling, nonetheless, is the sound of everyone who is being oppressed, either in the name of gods, religions, beliefs, ideologies or in the name of nations, languages, sects, divisions, colors and creeds.

The story of the oppressed is the same, so as the might of the persecutor. The color may change, the language may vary, the tone may differ but the pain and anguish all are the same for those who are being wounded. The grief of those in the gun points are more intimidating than ecstasy in the eyes of the tormenter. The depth of the misery in the heart of the deprived is graver than the viciousness in the souls of the delinquent. The pain of those who trounced in Kashmir is not more than of those who had trashed in Tiananmen Square and it is not less than those who had slaughtered in Bosnia, Herzegovina, Cambodia and Rawanda.

The notorious Islamic terrorist Bitta Karate aka Farooq Ahmed Dar is not worse than Karl Marx who had produced the greatest ideological carnage in human history who massacred millions under the iron boots of communist ideology and not less dangerous than Hindu fundamentalist Mr Nathuram Vinayak Godse, who pointed his ideological gun to the heart of the father of our nation.


The unbearable colour of blood, the piercing pain of separation and agonising sound of gun are the same for the oppressed and my heart goes out to all those who are in severe pain, irrespective of their colour, creed, love, hate, faith, trust, distrust, nation, religion and existence!


With Luv


Bijoy P Pulipra