mere anarchy is loosed upon the world

it is becoming more and more difficult to maintain any kind of inclusive practice in the politics of our state. the breach is in your face and every sphere of public life is split, down the middle and wide,wide open. i thought i was indifferent about politics, i thought two people could be friends/lovers/cousins regardless of their political allegiences, it is becoming increasingly difficult in the wake of the atrocities perpetrated by the ruling party in nandigram, suddenly all those forgotten, buried incidents come rushing back- anandamaargis, baantala. maarichjhnaapi...names, of places, of people, of horror.all i can manage to do is swallow my scream,hold it in. i must be going mad. or else the world is turning into a phantasmagoria of evil dreams. i open the newspaper and i see the picture of a young girl tearing down the the streets, stark naked, and a guy behind her taking pictures on his cell phone camera. i feel like throwing up. i feel like physically mutilating that guy, actually gouging out his eyes,tearing out his fingernails, castrating him.i feel not shame but hatred. such utter,blinding,searing,foul hatred that i want to cease existing. but it is not the first time...every other week there is a little paragraph hidden away in some obscure page about dalit women who have been stripped and paraded by policemen/panchayet men/de facto zamindars....nobody takes pictures,so they dont make it to the front page. every time we walk the streets in protest they throw us a question with the casual nonchalance of a victor "what choices do you have?to this raping, killing,exploiting regime?"...everytime we are effectively silenced. it is shit scary when the only alternative to tyranny is anarchy. i think its woolf who said sometimes in order to breathe you need to break the window open.....