I haven't written any blog since May... I had been thinking about what to write... I have come up with several ideas and topics to write.... I realized that my blog is read by very few people; in fact two or three i guess including myself... So stupid of me... I was thinking to write something which would have cognitive impact on its reader... but my blog doesn't have any reader !!!! only three people are following my blog[ just some lovely friends who encourage me to write :-) ] ... I will write whatever i want because few are reading and even fewer are appreciating it... but anyway i will make an effort...
Some may not like this segue, but I felt that its necessary that you experience what I have experienced, that you feel what I have I felt..... Please ignore my idiosyncrasy.
I have read somewhere that history should not be studied just as a dry narrative about dead kings or a hysterical diatribe pushing a certain agenda, but as an account of ideas and arguments that have been passed from hand to hand for years.........
In history as in society, words can change, and has changed, the course of human events.
On April 5th,1968 ,City Club of Cleveland, Cleveland, Ohio......Robert Francis Kennedy gave a memorable speech on the mindless menace of violence in America, the day after Martin Luther King fell to the assasin's bullet. Ever since I heard this speech, these words have been etched in my memory.Please listen to the link below ...........
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""It is not a day for politics. I have saved this one opportunity, my only event of today, to speak briefly to you about the mindless menace of violence in America, which again stains our land and every one of our lives.
It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown.They are, most important of all, human beings whom other human beings loved and needed. No one - no matter where he lives or what he does - can be certain who will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed.And yet it goes on and on and on in this country of ours.
Why? What has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created?
Whenever any American's life is taken by another American unnecessarily - whether it is done in the name of the law or in the defiance of the law, by one man or a gang, in cold blood or in passion, in an attack of violence or in response to violence - whenever we tear at the fabric of the life which another man has painfully and clumsily woven for himself and his children, the whole nation is degraded.
Yet we seemingly tolerate a rising level of violence that ignores our common humanity and our claims to civilization alike.
Too often we honor swagger and bluster and wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of other human beings; but this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul.
When you teach a man to hate and to fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies that he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your home or your family, then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies, to be met not with cooperation but with conquest; to be subjugated and mastered.
We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, men with whom we share a city, but not a community; men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in a common effort. We learn to share only a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other, only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force.
Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done is too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in this land of ours.Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution.
But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment that they can.
Surely, this bond of common faith,surely, this bond of common goals, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at the least, to look around as those of us of our fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again. ""
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RFK's voice is as relevant today as it was ,when he first spoke out on individual responsibility, personal courage, compassion for those less fortunate, and all of the critical issues of his time - and ours.
Deeply rooted in the heart of humanity,his thought's extraordinarily subtle and penetrating analysis has always amazed me.
During this period of vanishing thoughtlessness of youth, we seek answers.... In tones of genuine admiration of RFK I ask thee to listen to his words and contemplate on his ideas and feel the passion he had for his country and for his countrymen ; and understand its universal significance.....
P.S - Robert Francis Kennedy, also referred to as bobby and RFK , was a Democratic senator from NY and a noted civil-rights activist. He was the younger brother of John F. Kennedy. He is one of the icons of modern American liberalism and civil rights.
since long i had an aching desire to write ....
to express myself with my words ....
i dunno why i procrastinated this for so long....
perhaps i was just too much
lost in my agitated imagination and aimless confusions....
there is a saying that goes "the mediator between head and hand must be the heart" ....
its time i set free my timid heart and let it not be shy of what it feels and let it express itself ....
I promise you my friend i will write my heart out ....
all in good faith ....
