Requiem of a unknown feeling
Long ago writing was something that I cherished and made a point to maintain even when i will be in a B school. The resolution didn't even stood the first wave of trim papers. and suddenly the passion become time pass and was washed away by flooding of new priorities.
I read often that naxalism is the biggest internal threat that our country is facing. So while reading about it and salwa judam, i came to know about the atrocities governments have done to the tribals. across whole world, children are getting taller than their parents due to increased nutrition but tribal children are actually getting shorter. We take pride in our constitution whose pillar stands on the statement that the government is of the people, for the people, by the people. But do the original inhabitants of the nature since thousands of years not even are eligible to have a single right to be human. where is right to education, right to equality, right to speak. above all, where is right to live.
Last week, in the lecture of managing across cultures, we were supposed to present about our own personal culture. We used to tease Sanjog about being a tribal as he is from orissa. He showed what being a tribal means to a innocent child. and what it means to see a hungry tribal trying to eat stones. Believe me, it is the saddest feeling on earth..
That day, it felt as if something choked inside. The way we all walked out after class as if nothing great happened, it feels as if we lost the right to call ourselves humans or the definition of humanity suddenly changed in my perception.
I usually say to Sapna that i dont like Mumbai. and maybe the reason is that it feels as if i am not in India. The amount of prosperity and standard of living that is witnessed here is unparalleled across country. You can easily come here, get blinded by it and start living as if this is how our country is. A beggar near a road side shop is also seen having a vada pao after begging for an hour or two.
Only when i go outside i witness my country that i can call as actual India. Whether its festival time when i see a young man trying to hang on gate of a general coach and getting hurt just because he does not have money to pay for the reservation. or a NGO serving rice to village children which is surely their only meal of the day.
Maybe it is because we all lack time. Time to observe, time to feel and maybe time to spend. Otherwise why does it needs to be reminded when once sitting in coffee day in Jodhpur with friends, I looked at a silent young man and could tell definitely that he has not eaten anything in last couple of days. that too by just looking at the expression in his eyes. The lost of touch with ground reality has resulted in me being something that i can only call as insensitive.
I have seen many people and i never wanted to become like them. Like the rich businessman who will haggle over the wage of a daily labourer but will not hesitate to give lakhs of rupees to stand in front row of a temple. Like a man who makes a poor lady toil whole day at work just for a bowl of rice for her family.
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