Slow Death of Conscience | By Ramita Taneja

By Ramita Taneja

A man comes running to another and says “The house is on fire”

he replies “mainu keee”.
The other man says .. it’s your house !!!!
He replies, “to tainu keee”
Mainu kee – mujhe kya
Te tainu kee – to tujhe kya..
This is you, me, us .. all of us.

I sat back one afternoon to see if my pulse was going strong – yes it was. Then I checked my glucose – well under control, B.P – perfect, then what was missing? I realized it was my Conscience which was dying a slow death.

My sick maid sent her daughter to work to fill up for her, the girl missed her school that day. I immediately realized it was not right but then I saw the sink full of unwashed dishes and thought “Mainu kee”

While she washes, I sat down to have a very healthy breakfast because they say “eat like a king”. I do see a complete famine driven face of hers. I know I can share an apple but I pick my plate and go to the other room.. “Mainu kee”

She had came alone The local goons knew it was dark and the road was lonely. They raped her with utmost barbarism . I know I should go with Kamal to lodge an FIR, I know they will yet again rape or kill a child if not caught but I fear my children’s safety and … “Mainu kee”

Next day, another day.. I go to work, I take my car, I can’t use carpool or metro as it wastes my time, so what if my city is chocking so what if I am adding to pollution. I can roll up my windows as breathing outside air in this smog ridden city is dangerous, par “Mainu kee”

I need to rush for a party tonight, I take out my designer outfit. Oh !! It costed me a bomb, but wow !! I look stunning ..so what if the girl on pavement is in tatters trying to unsuccessfully cover her modesty Oh !!come on driver.. -“I am running late” .. her karma “Mainu kee”*

After all it’s Christmas Eve. I have bought expensive gifts for my children. On way I see half clad children with empty eyes and hungry stomachs selling Santa caps at the signals. I feel triumph by bargaining to my bestest ability, He hardly makes a dime out of the deal but
“Mainu kee”

RamSingh drops me at the venue, wondering “Madam’s meal tonight is worth my monthly income, if I could get a small raise, my son who is presently 9 years old and working as an assistant with the vegetable vendor may go to school ..

Mainu kee.. Tainu kee.. Sannu kee.

Is my Conscience still breathing ?? Has it died ?.. is there a “Consiometer” to check, It cannot be alive.. It dies so many times in one day itself .. IT MUST HAVE DIED