For posterity.....

Hey! don't you dare say that you do not recognize me. After all you had been practising me for so long. I was passed into your blood from generations. I have become indispensible to you...
Remember the silence that prevailed in your house when you were born as a girl....
How you were taught to adjust and compromise, to forgive and sacrifice.....
You were tortured and used, harrased and killed, molested and raped.....
But you should not grumble Afterall you were always in 'demand', penned and praised, worshiped and idolized….
I was there in everybody who did this to you….

Remember, how you were taught by your parents that “Truth is supreme” and if you lie the boogeyman may pick you or God may not bless you with ice-creams and chocolates.
And you were so imbecile to believe ‘them’, those who later on taught you the contradictory lessons of being ‘worldly-wise’ and ‘self-interested’. It’s the ‘survival of the fittest’, they said.
It was then that I started creeping into you. You then kept turning the pages of your childhood innocence and learnt the newly added chapters of prudence and never looked back.

Remember, how your father taught you that ‘All men are equal’, ‘God is one’ ‘Respect all religion’….
You obsequiously imbibed all that he said. After all he was your ideal, your hero, who was always right.
And when you wanted to marry that decent, nice guy you loved, your father refused because he worshipped some ‘other God’.
Oh no! please do not blame your father for all this. It was me who forced him….

Remember, how one single prince was saved. The whole country came to a standstill suddenly. All hands joined together to pray for him, all eyes were constantly glued to the television sets till the little prince escaped from the gallows of death.
Take my word, even more than forty killings in Nithari would not match those TRP’s . The media should be thankful to me….

I have been a way of life. I am religious too, albeit secular. You can find me at all religious places, with little effort. Some even find me synonymous to religion.
You call me ‘hypocrisy’ with love. Whether it was your home, your school, your society, your country, I was always there in my macro and micro forms.
I am somewhat like humor, clever, quick, contemporary….
You had been learning my nuances for so long. I was there when you loved me. I was there when you hated…
And now you blame me of contaminating you!
Instead I will sue you for contaminating me. I occurred in purest forms. You contaminated me, distorted me to uglier, incognizable forms, as per your requirements, every now and then.
I have now become your age old tradition, your cultural heritage and you are obligated to save and preserve me…save me for posterity…..