Does the word intolerance exists today?

A lot of ruckuses was created in 2015 over the term ‘intolerance’. Anybody saying a word, in favor of the term and against of the scenario around it, was thrashed like anything. Be it a politician or film star, everyone suffered the same fate; leave alone the commoners: they do not have the right to express something the mob does not feel right. The news channels had only one topic, on which expert opinion were asked and the twitter feed was filled with trolls corning the situation, supporting or condemning the views of the influential.

Today  I even don’t remember why was the hue and cry started, in the first time, but the aftermath of the word ‘intolerance’ and the debates and opinions and tensions that followed it,  is surely inscribed in my head. I was thrown a 15 marks question in the semester exams on the word ‘intolerance ‘which I was flabbergasted to see( as I thought it was not so important,  a thing to discuss) and eventually had to satisfied with the passing marks.  I just remembered some actors were accused of being anti-national and the awards were returned like apparel in exchange sale.  Nevertheless, the catch was the half of the country was still ignorant of the tumult created by the newly emerged word in the socio-political scenario. (Though while today I Google it, to write this piece,  it points to the mob lynching that occurred in that year on the beef matter. )


What I want to say today, or rather want to ask is where this ‘intolerance’ is disappeared today. Where has the feeling of being intolerant against inhumane activities vanished, when it is most required? However, it brought out no result 2 years before also, except giving the media a new burning topic to act for. At least the topic was spoken about.

Today Teenagers are being brutally killed and lynched as per their personal mood, immense inhumane cruelty   is being showered in the name of ‘ gau raksha’ in the wake of cow protectionism. innocent minorities are beaten to death, houses being burnt and traders hanged alive. The mob is violent like hell, lynching and beating teenagers in the name of petty issues.



Why are the awards not being returned? Why is the administration doing nothing to curb the widespread injustice? Why are the self-proclaimed ‘ Gau rakshaks’ being given such liberty to take lives of innocents on their insecure doubts and apprehensions? Is only trolling, commenting and hashtagging  ‘xyz’ solve the injustice? It’s time the social media savvy who are sitting and imposing their views on different scenarios  , do something that really has any effect( by this I mean people who are powerful enough to control or influence the mob) and the politician who is using their campaign stage to show their displeasure regarding mob’s activities perform their duties to stop them,  in the real world.

If the country is really going in the wake of intolerance again, something needs to be done.


The beauty of love… ♥♥♥♥♥


Sometimes what we see helps us understand things clearer more than what we feel around us or what we listen to. Media is a very good tool to feel things, feelings and places, which we do not come across in reality. Whether it is the stubbornness to have the same designer clothes as the actor is wearing, or the fire to work hard to build the similar palace for oneself as in the television, it shows various things, humans in reality cannot and would not imagine and wish to have. However, the media sows in us the desire to have things, which we may not feel the need of.

Similarly often media helps us understand the simple joys of life and its significance which we fail to notice, racing behind worldly chores. One of them is the gift of love and the momentary existence of wealth in our lives.  Where watching being loved on screen makes me feel warm and glad, money and wealth brings a lump in my throat and wrinkles on my forehead.  I‘ll explain why…

I was watching the finale of a web series last night where the family in the show being troubled in their respective lives come together at the end, finding happiness among each other. There were wealthy, successful, yet unhappy living reclusive .Those particular 10 mins filled me with the gratitude for the family and friends I have and of course with the love they shower upon. I belong to a middle class family, I do not flaunt Caprese bag or sleep on a round bed, but I am fortunate enough that I have friends to laugh off my worries with  and loving parents to share my troubles with. Fortunate and lucky that I am greeted with a warm smile when I come home driving all way from my office and I am woken up with a kiss planted on my temple by my father.

I feel inspired to work hard and struggle to steer ahead in life when I see people living a luxurious life, but many a times the coldness of that wish, to acquire wealth eats up the mental piece. There are moments when it feels that chuck! the money, the wealth, all I need is a loving family and nothing else. The strain of running behind those pieces of paper called money, which drive the world seems so small and insignificant in front of the massive power of love. When I see love all around, happiness and sweet fights, the smiles and glowing faces,  the warmth of belongingness engulfs the air spreading across smiles and joy.


I eventually come to a standstill and realize that it is only love and happiness that the human lives for. Of course, money is important but is eventually secondary, a means to acquire happiness and love.

Love is free, unconditional and pure, and then it does not matters where it oozes and from where. Just looking forward to someone who loves you, brings a tingling smile.  A thought of meeting our old friends or cousins, attending reunions and gatherings gives much more happiness than buying oneself an expensive gift, undoubtedly. The reason, the presence of ‘love’.

Once in a while, brush aside all other apprehensions, necessities  and greed and think of the magic of love, spreading across you amidst all the chaos of life, the race for wealth and arms of  living a ‘ prosperous’ life.

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