Dead like Stones.

…and he fell to the ground. Breathing life out of the body, yet to have the masculinity of a grown up. School bag slung around his arm. The virgin pages of his newly bought drawing book painted red. His eyes wide open, staring the sky, which ushered no emotions. But, he could hear the war boots thumping towards him. The Men in Khaki had aimed and shot his head, regardless of him being a school going child. And there came the kick from an Inhuman, Sick bas****. His brain was on the ground and his soul miles away from the body.
His parents, the neighborhood and the city contemplated the world would end the next minute. But when has the earth been ashamed of the cruel murders carried upon its dry soil? Not even of the genocides, the brutal killings, rape- murders and mass graves. Thousands are already asleep in the womb of mother earth, waiting to be awoken someday by the proclamation of freedom, they laid their life for. While the living continue to fight, through various means they have learnt through experience and technology.
That one death, which by no means can be mourned for the measure of pain is infinite, could not quench the thirst of the blood- sucking vampires. What followed was brutally worse, Ten (10) more killings and all of them too young to die. Most of them were not even eligible to vote in elections, if the government was to fall. A nine year old kid, for God sake how could you kill him? And then I read so called Indian Patriots saying, “How would CRPF guys know he was not a fidayeen?” Do you people even realise, what a nine year old kid means?
The mainstream politicians in power (and crossing their fingers to remain so) have gone to and fro over the statements they have been making. While the Law minister said, CRPF command has gone out of hands, the Chief Minister backed away from the statement very next day. “Its self defense,” he added and pleaded that parents should not allow their children to go out of their houses. It sounded to me like the Bollywood Inter-Caste, Inter- Religion or whatever marriage movies, wherein rather then giving a lesson to ones own child you threaten the other party of dire consequences. I understand your selfish nature to remain in power but not even for a moment does the father in you awaken, who would realize the pain of shouldering the body of his dead son to the grave yard. But, who am I giving this advice to. Mr. CM, I am still awaiting a response to my previous letter. What was the meeting with cabinet worth if you could not even come up with a sympathy message or had that to come from the corridors of power in New Delhi. Or was that a way to show off your new look in GAP T-Shirt; bottom tight Jeans and the BlackBerry.
And those who are not in power shedding crocodile tears over the deaths of these young boys while sitting in their extremely comfortable couches and trying to gain political mileage over the blood of people who seek Freedom. Freedom from all mainstream politicians and so called Indian democracy.
A bunch of young kids pelting stones at well armoured security forces is enough an excuse for the well armoured and well armed so called “security forces” to hit these young boys with bullets. Fully automatic weapons are aimed directly at their head or chest, rendering the angel of death with no option but to take away their soul. To all those patriots of Indian Democracy and fanatical Nationalists, I just want to ask , “How many of your so called security forces have been killed by these stones. Just tell me how many of them have been even injured in stone pelting? I pity your conscience, if any is left!