Monthly Archives: October 2009

Advocacy on capital Punishment


Ever since there has been life, taking life existing in the animal planet. Animals show their pride and power to the group by defeating the challenger which often involves in the death of the opponent. Humans challenged and won battles over land, kingdoms and women. There too, the victory went to the side of most killings. The one who was able to finish off the enemy soldiers was the winner. In the barbarian society of our past, death was considered to be a brave deed among nobles and war chiefs. In that society, fighting for something we love and honor and giving life was a martyr act.

I remember the famous phrase – “Cowards die many times before their deaths. The valiant never taste of death but once”, from Shakespeare . The ideology was clear. The death is an inevitable end. When and how to hug it was the choice given to each and everyone. The choices decided whether one will be hailed as a warrior or coward. between these principles, The choice to live and die through a beautiful life. I agree to the facts that the history reminds of many a situations where swords were taken to make sure a beautiful life to the future. But how can I justify my soul, thinking about hundreds of souls who were lined up in front of  guillotine, waiting for their turn to have head separated from their body. Yes, I am speaking of the French revolution. The family and related men, women and children of aristocracy were beheaded. The faces of children watching the piles of heads, and waiting to have their heads to be part of that pile, is the most animus behaviour of  humans. Well, the cruelty that  peasant of France had to face from the ruling families were brutal and unexplainable. But, the punishment to that cruel deeds is again a capital punishment? How could the children be part of the greediness of adults?I would have suggested on emptying that rise of anger and revenge on the aristocracy by the propaganda must be handled in a more justifiable way in history.

To prevent the scarcity and wastage of bullets, two men were tied together side by side and were made to stand on a bridge railing and one was shot on head. The other was supposed to die by the drowning by the corpse weight. Wondered by the Logic? Well, this was implemented by the withdrawing German soldiers from Poland. How can you justify this?Oops, I am going off topic. Let me rephrase. My question is how death or killing be the criteria to prove the worth or punish an offence. I believe humans are on the highest point of social civilization. Though not the entire population, but the governing body of majority of the countries have the mentioned quality to understand the logic. The logic of deciding the death sentence as the ultimate justice. i just wonder , if that logic change for the entire human race by a blink, how many billions of Dollars could be saved for humanitarian purpose?

Another concern of mine is the judicial capital punishment. For most unforgivable crimes, capital punishment are awarded. WOW, I liked that term awarded. An award for the cruelty of a life time, or cruelties of a life time. May I ask? Is this punishment the best award could give to such poisoned soul. Based on the crime they have committed, death is the most satisfying end to their dirty life. I believe in those cases, Judiciary must forget the humanitarian concern to animal souls. Well, the question that so called white hearts in society may ask is in that case, what is the difference between  them and us? well, giving capital punishment is same as the age old power proving techniques. the best punishment that could be given to any convict is denying him/her all that he likes, that he/she could have enjoyed if there were not convicts. This life long detainment will let him think about his past and criticize his present.

If you have watched the movie “The Shawshank redemption”, you may remember the words of the character Red, played by Morgan Freeman at the time of his parole interview.

” There’s not a day goes by I don’t feel regret. Not because I’m in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can’t. That kid’s long gone and this old man is all that’s left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It’s just a bullshit word. “

St Jude School and Memories – Part 1


Many say I am bit nostalgic about past. Yes, I am. I feel proud of all the memories I have. I believe, without memories, whether good or bad, the very existence of human race can be challenged. The memories are the key to our past, the cradle of our present  and hope of our future. And the school life has given me a lot of memories to share. Today, I am onto my first school : St Jude School, killipalam.

St Jude School and Church

St Jude School and Church

I joined St Jude school at the age of 4. The very first days of  the world experience outside my mother’s safe hands. I had my kinder garden for one year, before I joined St Jude. That was in Gandhi memorial pre school. At those days, I was quite afraid and cried a lot in the early days. I still remember the very first day at Gandhi memorial. My uncle dropped me to the school. At first, I was very excited about the prospect of joining the school. The excitement was generated in me by my mother who gave all the dreams of new friends, teachers, games, cartoons etc. But when Uncle left me in the school compound and the grilled door shut between us, it was too much for me. I joined the chorus of my classmates, crying at the top of my voice: My uncle still mentions about that scene quite often.

But when I joined St Jude, I was more matured enough for not crying on the very first day. But I knew the pain in holding that mild weep between the breath. I don’t remember much about the LKG or the lower kinder garden. All I remember is standing for the morning prayers and the after noon sleep on the bench. I was very curious then. During the morning prayers, when all stand, I used to turn and watch everyone’s faces. I was eagered to know how each one of them hold the hands during prayer. I wondered why everyone has their own way of prayers. Some folded their hands, some drew cross on their chest. Then, I didn’t know the boundaries drawn by religion. I didn’t knew I was not born as a human, but a caste and religious symbol. I didn’t know that more than recognising myself as a boy or girl or by my name, I was also identified based on the caste and religion by the so called society.

During my UKG or the Upper Kinder garden, I remember the name Jijo, who was the guy who sits adjacent to me. During the after noon mandatory sleep hours on the bench,we used to do all the kind of nasty stuffs possible without detection of teacher. We used to draw under the desk, play with pencil box, all I could remember off. Another stuff, I remember of that year is the small space in the wall at the entrance of the school. During the disperse at the evening, we form a queue at the school entrance. Near the door, there is this tiny space which could easily fit a small kid. I used to hide there till 2nd standard while standing in the queue. I enjoyed myself contained in that small space. After that, I no longer fit in that space. I also remember now, the Ayahs or the care takers in the school, who served the milk from our milk bottles in the colourful plastic glasses kept at school during the interval. But I prefered to sip my milk straight from the milk bottle, sent to me by the father who was in army then.

With the entry of Ist standard marked a new begining in the long path of my education. Keep reading the rest in my next blog post.

When is it better to be sorry than safe?