The maximum fatalities next to natural deaths! Is there any one in India who will listen to me? Sure. There would be none. The pain is for others and not for me. Drink and drive and drive others to death. Let us celebrate cinema, politics, corruption and now the violence against woman. Normally the poor only dies on our roads and train crashes; the rich travel by air.
Ponder over!
According to the World Health Organization (WHO), road traffic injuries are the sixth leading cause of death in India with a greater share of hospitalization, deaths, disabilities and socio-economic losses in the young and middle-aged population. Road traffic injuries also place a huge burden on the health sector in terms of pre-hospital and acute care and rehabilitation.
In the year 2011 alone 4,97,686 road accidents took place and out of it 1,21,618 were fatal. 1,42,485 people lost their lives in this single year and 5,11,394 persons were seriously injured. The number of deaths in air crashes during the same period-NONE.
The rich are safe. Then why should they bother about the poor road users? Let us build more and more swanky airports to be appreciated by the guests from foreign countries and to allow our rich to enjoy. The entire airport of millions of square feet -air condition them. They can't carry their little bags. Provide sleek trolleys and allow them push gently. They can't walk with their feet. They are winged creatures on earth- unfortunately! Provide them elevators, escalators and walkalators and gliders.
Elimination of the poor is one of the ways of eliminating poverty indeed!
Long live the elite!
Mom, Believe Me Mom.
I went to a party, Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom...
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you,
you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?
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