"Why
 don't these activists just let Bhopal 
disaster rest in peace. Let bygones be bygones."- quoted from "Warren in
 Wonderland".
Bhopal- Rest in Peace





There was a time when we knew Bhopal,


as
 the newly assigned capital of Madhya Pradesh,


it soon emerged as an 
important city,


and certainly a decently big one.


But the city was
 to hit infamy,


not because of the deeds of its people,


it were to
 be some outsiders,


who would made it known world-wide.


It was 
Sunday, the night of 2nd December,


the people in India were sleeping,


and
 so was Bhopal,


 the poor workers of Union Carbide,


as also the 
ordinary folks living around,


tomorrow was to be Monday,


yet 
another day for the struggle to survive,


the daily churning of life 
to live alive.


Destiny seemed to be thinking otherwise,


it had 
decided to play some real dirty mischief,


and lo, it got ample 
support from human frailities,


of lust, of desire, selfishness, 
hankering and unending thirst.


The die was cast and the situation 
favourable,


it needed only a little spark,


Methyl Iso cynate came 
forward to volunteer,


the rest is history of death and destruction,


of
 poor men dying the most horrible deaths,


being accompanied by their 
wives and children,


and fathers and mothers and brothers and sisters,


it
 was a case of absolute equality,


MIC didnot distinguish them on 
caste and religion,


shrieks and wallows, yellings and cries,


loud 
rendering of screaming screech,


getting mixed in the putrid tin of 
death,


formed a rancid cocktail of evelasting destruction,


one 
that many did not heed to,


one that got ignored in other important 
compulsions,


one that ranked rather low on parameters of importance,


one
 that could be "managed" in ways intelligent,


and so the story 
meandered through,


its ghost still popping up now and then,


would 
have gone back to slumber in the den of death,


in the absence of 
obstinate, unyielding and dangerous creatures,


the likes of Jabbars 
and Sathyus,


Rachnas, Jayaprakash and Irfans,


they are the real 
sores, the hell-raisers,


who would not let the sad history die down,


and
 let it Rest in Peace (RIP) happily for ever.





Amitabh Thakur


IIM Lucknow


# 94155-34526





      

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