It was 1 o'clock on Friday night. Just to buy some escapism from the dinning world i rushed to Chanakya in Delhi. what i saw shook my mind and brought me close to the realities that I always try to run from. The film left me disturbed. well it was not so disturbing but yes some aspects of it were scary. So I decided to give some voice to my silence. So here it is my words of silence...... Truth, lies and malice that's what we see in 'Life in a metro'. Lost love, life entangled in a constant war with self and the outside world, sometimes wriggling our desires for what we think is right is not acceptable to the society. Society which itself is stuck in the quicksand of falsehood and malignity, Deception, dishonesty, hypocrisy.....are the norms that we clinch on to satisfy our nefarious desires and often in the end lose our pride, honor and everything. I often think where we are heading, with whom are we racing, what do we want from life and why do we want that? Everyday like lingering shadows we hang around bus stops, metro stations, red lights -all busy chasing our dreams that is often a hi-fi life. Life that we see on TV, on magazines, on computer screens. and we aspire to be one of them. The desire is so tempting that we are ready to give up everything-our happiness, our peace of mind, and what not. To buy those dreams we sell our ideology, our philosophy, our mind, our body and everything that we can think of. Every moment every second making our self believe that its temporary, its right, all are doing and i shouldn't lag behind....burying all the moral sciences lessons(that we learn either from books or our grand parents or parents)in some corner of the heart because these are passes or stale of the bygone days-things that are no more relevant in these world at least not so if one wants to see oneself in the apex of his dreams and desires. ......as i walked down the empty streets i felt as if something is pricking my mind, some shrilling voices are screaming in my head.....soon i noticed an auto rushing towards me.....I signaled it to stop. I asked if he will go to the place where i stay. The auto-driver said, yes, but you have to pay me Rs 20 extra. I smiled and got into it ....TRUTH,LIES AND MALICE, i thought. I switched on to my FM in my mobile as it went......ajeeb dastan hai ye, kaha suru kaha khatam.............................. Nothing remains with us...apart from the silence

By Amit Kr Das,New Delhi, India