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As white as milk......

      Today, to one more deity, we bid a good bye. Mahishasur Mardini: Maa Durga went to her eternal abode. It is believed and followed that on this very day She had killed the demon Mahishasur, the Buffalo Demon. It is symbolized that it's an end of the cruelty. This day is also celebrated as Vijaya Dashmi. Lord Ram had trounced Ravan on this occasion. So it is also symbolically known as victory of the truth over the false. What this day is for all of us? Where is that victory of the almighty over the evil? For us, the runners of the democracy, there is a need to end existing cruelties of corruption at every kind that touches our day-to-day life affairs. Today i saw a footage on Aajtak showing how Shampoo and detergent powder are used to make a milk-like liquid. These substances are mixed with some other inedible things and water to make it look white in colour. And then this liquid looks as white as milk.

       This is happening in one part of our country. Not important to mention the name of that state. Grave thing is how it could happen and why? Who should be taken responsible? How are we going to prevent these things happening? i was wondering on how reporters were covering the interviews and showing masked criminals performing the crime and all. i am disheartened after seeing the footage. Even i am doubting whether the footage is real or TRP gaining stunt. The indigestible thing is that media is doing its duty and police are unaware.

       There is no limit to morality as well as immorality. What else can we say? Question is only who is immoral the people who tolerate these things, the people who are committing such crimes or the people who are elected by both of these kinds of people?
     
       i hope Maa Durga is watching these all Mahishasur like people, the people who ignore and allow the crimes to happen, the people who ware dresses as white as milk.

    ---ilesh

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