The Muse on the Run

The Muse on the Run
Indrojit Roy
Like I told you, this is just a series of gritty writings from the diaries of the CC (common conscious) man who I run into often: they give me a peek into their uncut diaries from which I tell you these words dripping of lust for breath, and more breath; but the fact remains that many of the present poof generation, by this I mean those boys and girls who have suddenly become aware of their sexualities a decade back.

It is them I wish to read out these dusty diaries of people who have long gone away to another plane, presumably to where God has taken them. It is not that people growing up in idyllic countrysides fare any better than their urban counterparts because in a few years, give or take, they shall be exposed to the same menu of porn and prawn, and broom or brawn, whichever way we twist the narrative. This group of poofs I see growing up cannot be pulled away. And why do we need to pull them away? say some very accomplished teachers - let them decide what is wrong or right :}

Even without being judgmental, I have seen my local CD-seller man go plump and oily from selling lewd stuff for 15 years… You think 15 yeas is okay for people to decide? But they seem to have decided. For example today morning I woke up to decide that I must speak to Somaly Ma’am, the lion-hearted Cambodian girl, who endured sexual abuse for several years to finally become an activist for those God’s children. She set up rehab centres where she receives abused girls as young as five years. The moment she arrives, they scream, mummy, mummy has come… Her name spells hope and light for kid-girls sold to sick people who believe that having physical interaction (read rape...) with kids will rejuvenate them. Afterwards, there are equally helpless doctors who sew them up in a surgery called hymenoplasty.
And they are again sold to some other punk. As virgins.

So much for our civilization of coffee-shops and strong deo-collections. Is there any party, leader or organization which really sweats over these people? Do we really spare a breath? The world gets smaller for the CC each day: not smaller in terms of size or internet reach, but in terms of people they can talk to or make them heard. Each day as the CC puts it is like wading through waist-high slime as well you do not know what could be under. As a matter of fact, it could be your muse floating like Venus underwater. It is getting dark outside as I sit here playing with these keys. See you soon. Amen )(