The day could never have offered more.accosted protestors and victims of the bhopal gas tragedy,people who have suffered endlessly for the sins of a business and the conduct of the agencies gone horribly wrong at the altar of the commissions.the living dead speak but through their wombs which bear the scars of the night or those being still inflicted by the callousness of our nation.the absence of a mechanism for even according fair liability haunts these streets but for the presence of the ailing protestors only seeking their due in the circle of life.the courts have fallen silent , the government utters none and some of that night are buried too deep underneath to even whisper a sqeak. THE PROTESTORS HAVE WALKED ALL THE WAY FROM BHOPAL TO DELHI SEEKING THEIR LONG AWAITED DUE TO EXIST AS WE DO.THE GOVT. OF THE DAY AND THOSE BEFORE HAVE HAD LITTLE TO SAY.they are parked on the pavement at Jantar Mantar and for greater insight into the night that unfolded certainly do visit http://www.bhopal.net/ and meet them first hand as i did.together we play,the song of change.
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I remember my aunt, who is a retired doctor in Bhopal, narrating her experiences about the Bhopal tragedy when it happened.
Your post helped to remind me that all is not well in India Shining.
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