As I lie here in bed awake yet again at this rather ungodly hour, I cant think of the many thoughts that crossed my mind all day.

Thoughts I try and stay away from, thoughts, which at some level remind me of the man I used to be.

The fight, the battle I fought with the system, the battle I believed in despite my knowledge that it wont be me winning those battles.

I kept at it, fought it till one day my will just gave up on me.

So I woke up this morning and the first thing I read was that Mr Modi was given a clean chit by the SIT.

The big fish, swimming (read walk) FREE.

All those years of struggle, for what?

Then as the day rolled on I realized it was 26 years since Bhopal choked on a millionaire’s toxic fart.

It’s a joke, and all I realize is that those victims out there, the same victims I stood in court and fought for nearly two years ago are going to get nothing more than those peanuts that were thrown at them in the 90’s.

Genocide alright (c) Mehak Sethi

You cannot do justice if the very judicial system and the government that pledges to uphold your rights believes in screwing you over!!