These are also instances that have not been reported for the first time.
The press - in all its manifestations - the fourth estate of our society has been bringing up, unearthing, exposing issues, problems, people for a long time.
What do we as individuals look upon the media as - forms of entertainment - of mass communication - of propaganda - of raising public opinion?
But the media has been doing this for as long as one can remember - but with what result?
Do we as members of a society realise our role in bringing about change? Or do we actually think and believe that each one of us can be an island around himself or herself?
There is so much rabble rousing, so many issues that are brought up by the media - especially now that there is a multitude of channels - but for what joy?
So we look at various issues that are thrown at us, momentarily get disturbed about the issues, mutter a subdued 'is desh ka kuch nahin ho sakta' and then get on with our lives?
As I write this, some verses come to my mind -
The poem was written in Punjabi by Avtar Singh Sandhu 'Pash' - I am just putting down some verses that I remember -
'Sabse khatarnak hota hai hamaare sapnon ka mar jaana
ghar se nikalna kaam par aur phir vaapis ghar laut aana'
(Most Dangerous)
Most treacherous is not the robbery
of hard earned wages
Most horrible is not the torture by the police.
Most dangerous is not the graft for the treason and greed.
To be caught while asleep is surely bad
surely bad is to be buried in silence
But it is not most dangerous.
To remain dumb and silent in the face of trickery
Even when just, is definitely bad
Surely bad is reading in the light of a firefly
But it is not most dangerous
Most dangerous is
To be filled with dead peace
Not to feel agony and bear it all,
Leaving home for work
And from work return home
Most dangerous is the death of our dreams.
Most dangerous is that watch
Which run on your wrist
But stand still for your eyes.
Most dangerous is that eye
Which sees all but remains frostlike,
The eye that forgets to kiss the world with love,
The eye lost in the blinding mist of the material world.
That sinks the simple meaning of visible things
And is lost in the meaning return of useless games.
Most dangerous is the moon
Which rises in the numb yard
After each murder,
But does not pierce your eyes like hot chilies.
Most dangerous is the song
Which climbs the mourning wail
In order to reach your ears
And repeats the cough of an evil man
At the door of the frightened people.
Most dangerous is the night
Falling in the sky of living souls,
Extinguishing them all
In which only owls shriek and jackals growl,
And eternal darkness covers all the windows.
Most heinous is the direction
In which the sun of the soul light
Pierces the east of your body.
Most treacherous is not the
robbery of hard earned wages
Most horrible is not the torture of police
Most dangerous is not graft taken for greed and treason.'
Do try to read the poems if you can manage to lay your hands on them. It might push someone to do SOMETHING. But then I guess we collectively have become immune to motivations.
About the AuthorAarti Singh author intro...Read Morefirst published:February 27, 2006, 17:46 ISTlast updated:February 27, 2006, 17:46 IST
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A lot of things have been happening on the news front - netas taking bribes, witnesses turning hostile. Things that have been reported not just on your channel but many across the board.
These are also instances that have not been reported for the first time.
The press - in all its manifestations - the fourth estate of our society has been bringing up, unearthing, exposing issues, problems, people for a long time.
What do we as individuals look upon the media as - forms of entertainment - of mass communication - of propaganda - of raising public opinion?
But the media has been doing this for as long as one can remember - but with what result?
Do we as members of a society realise our role in bringing about change? Or do we actually think and believe that each one of us can be an island around himself or herself?
There is so much rabble rousing, so many issues that are brought up by the media - especially now that there is a multitude of channels - but for what joy?
So we look at various issues that are thrown at us, momentarily get disturbed about the issues, mutter a subdued 'is desh ka kuch nahin ho sakta' and then get on with our lives?
As I write this, some verses come to my mind -
The poem was written in Punjabi by Avtar Singh Sandhu 'Pash' - I am just putting down some verses that I remember -
'Sabse khatarnak hota hai hamaare sapnon ka mar jaana
ghar se nikalna kaam par aur phir vaapis ghar laut aana'
(Most Dangerous)
Most treacherous is not the robbery
of hard earned wages
Most horrible is not the torture by the police.
Most dangerous is not the graft for the treason and greed.
To be caught while asleep is surely bad
surely bad is to be buried in silence
But it is not most dangerous.
To remain dumb and silent in the face of trickery
Even when just, is definitely bad
Surely bad is reading in the light of a firefly
But it is not most dangerous
Most dangerous is
To be filled with dead peace
Not to feel agony and bear it all,
Leaving home for work
And from work return home
Most dangerous is the death of our dreams.
Most dangerous is that watch
Which run on your wrist
But stand still for your eyes.
Most dangerous is that eye
Which sees all but remains frostlike,
The eye that forgets to kiss the world with love,
The eye lost in the blinding mist of the material world.
That sinks the simple meaning of visible things
And is lost in the meaning return of useless games.
Most dangerous is the moon
Which rises in the numb yard
After each murder,
But does not pierce your eyes like hot chilies.
Most dangerous is the song
Which climbs the mourning wail
In order to reach your ears
And repeats the cough of an evil man
At the door of the frightened people.
Most dangerous is the night
Falling in the sky of living souls,
Extinguishing them all
In which only owls shriek and jackals growl,
And eternal darkness covers all the windows.
Most heinous is the direction
In which the sun of the soul light
Pierces the east of your body.
Most treacherous is not the
robbery of hard earned wages
Most horrible is not the torture of police
Most dangerous is not graft taken for greed and treason.'
Do try to read the poems if you can manage to lay your hands on them. It might push someone to do SOMETHING. But then I guess we collectively have become immune to motivations.
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