What would you choose Fame over Equality or Equality over Fame? Anyone would say truth is what a layman would look for over everything else but this time 132.42 crore populations supported nothing but fame. I am hinting towards the prisoner no. 106, Salman Khan, who spent two nights and three days wearing his own clothes behind the bars. His family members were allowed to enter the jail premises with the car to escort him out of the compound. He was greeted with marigold flowers and rose petals by his fans as soon as he stepped out of the compound. Article 14 of our Indian Constitution talks about Equality but this time Fame took steps forward than Equality. Top search for the punishment on google on S. 51 of the Indian Wildlife Protection Act, 1972 states that ‘a person found guilty of the offence shall be punished with imprisonment for a term which may extend to six years or with fine which may extend to twenty-five thousand rupees or with both.’ Yes, definitely, he has a right to be bailed and yes he has a right to seek justice but a person who was earlier involved in a hit and run case where people died and to plenty its still a mystery negligence and now the 20-years old chapter of the black buck has been opened again. It must be the case that he has shaped infinite kindness to mankind but for that endless kindness, is a murder of an innocent Buck justified. Does he have a right to get the public support so that he can be walked out of jail? It's up to his so-called fans who should ponder upon the topic that is blaming judiciary, and who are posting endless tweets should think about the same because we are the one who run judiciary and we are the one whose mentality matters at the end and we are the one to bring the change.
Silence makes you sick . In the epoch of women empowerment, we refuse to believe harsh reality. Why is it so hard to accept the road to truthfulness. A couple of hours ago, I was devastated and agitated by a story of a girl for whom I would refuse to be into her shoes even in ma terriblest nightmares. Number three she quoted, and I can still recall those phonetics that came out of her pale rosy lips which were colored by pastel red shade. ‘Three’ Years she was forced to a sexual abuse by her own dearest member. At the age of eight, it started and that innocent soul was unaware of what was happening to her flawless sensitive skin. A slight touch on her crotch would leave her soul to ashes till date. That adorable girl with ebony hair, apricot skin and radiant pupils must have shred countless tears, numerous woes and a life she could never dare to trust again. But the abuse was not enough, after ten years of silent cries she gathered the courage to speak up not because she wanted to...
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