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Conscience is Dead



Somebody loves floral while somebody oriental. Some love to wear cologne and still some prefer musk. They cover your pathetic odor, make you attractive. Chances of leaving an everlasting impression over an opposite sex increases manifold at least in fantasy, if not in fact. Almost every moron applies the fragrance, pressing the top of the can, getting as much uneconomical as imagining a girl falling for him takes. The advertisement wizards know this and that’s why they create one of those stupid ads where they show girls as idiots, ready to rip their clothes off for the guy wearing the deodorant.

The truth is - perfumes or deodorants (apologies to purists of fragrances who don't like clubbing both of these together) are pleasant and if your underarms stink like those of the dhalaos of New Delhi, you must use them at least as social service. And yes for this kindness you have full liberty for imagining a girl turning into zombie behind you. But for those advertisement makers why not do we have any PIL in Supreme Court? They show girls in poor light, don’t they? And you would say: why should I bother for something as trivial as this? True. But so is the case with other significant stories in our society. They are too rotting up in a trash of apathy and insensitivity. And now that, till here we pertained to something olfactory, going to give you an account related to odor, sadly malodor.

Putrid smell so intransigent that only your run for several meters away can save you. The stench if caught you off guard can make you throw up even a well digested meal. They are a blot on the city planning in New Delhi and certainly an index of “ingenuity” of the DMRC which for decades is struggling in this direction. By now you must have known what is being talked about – the concrete garbage collectors or the dhalaos . So potent a reason that can make you change your route or cuss your decision to pick one.

And can you guys, sporting rose-tinted glasses, imagine that along with the dogs and pigs and zillions of bacteria in those dhalaos live destitute women and children? Yes they live and a newspaper report says they do so because they fear of being raped on city’s street in night. Oh Lord! To save their modesty they turn to live in something as horrid as dhalaos? What they say is that the fetid smell keeps rapists at bay. Our great constitution in its Right to Freedom, guarantees Protection of Life and Personal Liberty and that in its basic form, means right to live with human dignity. A case of fundamental right violation where the sufferer is not only devoid of safe shelter but also a safe and healthy environment to live. Outside she is raped and inside she falls victim to several lung and skin disorders.  Sheila, you empress of Delhi, what do you want to say about …about your conscience? You wouldn't say, I know, because conscience is dead.



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