Romantic Paris bleeding to death
A windy morning exuded blissful romance. Fragrance of flowers and perfumes wafted in the air during the cold afternoon in the world’s most romantic city. The Tour Eiffel buzzed with crowd, lazing around and enjoying the windy showers. The lovers looked into each other’s eyes and kissed passionately on the boulevard. Love is like ice cream, enjoy it before it melts, they eyes told each other. It was the season of love in Paris. They stood in their knee-length wool coat warming their bodies as they held hands tight and plodded their feet, doing a lil dance teasing their innocent hearts.
Three gun men started firing on the crowd as they run towards their black car. The lovers fell on each other, their hearts pierced with bullets and people were running in all directions, shouting for help. The most romantic city in the world bled to death. The moment of truth for romantic Parisians who never shy away from showering love and tasting a slice of life. Perhaps, hatred is winning over love.
We don’t choose our religion at birth. Believers in God never kill innocent human beings. What happened in Paris shocked us as peaceful souls and, sometimes I wonder at the futility of the ‘whys.’ Resorting to violence in the name of God is, perhaps, the biggest crime on earth. It made me realize that freedom encapsulating our existence comes at a price. As human beings, we enter into this world crying and taught to shower love without prejudice. A baby smiles at a stranger, the innocent heart expressing affection at everything beautiful offered by the universe. This is the magic of human existence.
Killing innocent people doesn’t make you brave. You are a terrorist who is giving a bad name to the human race that believes in peace. Your vile actions is nurturing hatred and making life difficult for fellow human beings by dividing society into small shreds like the broken glass. Hatred only begets hatred. There is only one God which we choose to call by different names. The whole crap about believers against non-believers is non-sensical.
The only question that I ask: Is your religion so weak that a cartoon, film or criticism will make it crumble. All religions teaches love for humanity and taking guns to silence voices doesn’t make you brave. Accept this fact: You are a coward, taking young children as shields and storming in a news room to kill people that ‘offended’ you with satire. I have the right to offend you and you have every right to be offended and strike back. But, not with guns. You can make a film, alternate cartoons, organize debates to hit back at me.
Satire is meant to bring a harmless smile to someone’s face and make the heart content to break the monotony in one’s life. In the hum-drum of stress that we are subjected to by life, a serious argument or message is painted by funny illustrations. The commoners face so much stress in a day that pouring serious messages one after the other can only add burden to one’s existence. That’s where satire comes into play to make people mull over things in a light manner. One may or may not agree with the ‘Charlie Hebdo’ cartoon which hinges over religion which is a dangerous thing. # I Am Not Charlie. Why should I be?
Freedom comes at a price;