Clad in tattered pieces of rags, with eyes desperately searching for some useful in the heap of garbage. With shaggy hair eclipsing the eyes, they ran barefoot on the unbearable sun hot metalled road. Within a couple of minutes, there came a group of fashionably dressed guys and gals (as they say it) in an ac car. Carefree they marched into a multistorey mall with all the fun and enjoyment. Standing under the shade of a tree at the nearby road was I, imagining and differentiating the two lifestyles, the people there and more importantly the consequences that might have lead to such a deep void.
This sight is not a big thing in countries like India where in addition to culture and language, social and economical class is the biggest divide. My recent visits to Gurgoan and my perception of life in such cosmopolitan and metropolitan cities, led me to conclude that the skyscrapers do make us feel that we (India) are progressing but we tend to forget that those (people) who sustain the lives of the riches (talking about the domestic helps and servants) are still in rags. Governments come and go but the tall claims at the time of voting are seldom fulfilled. The blame game never ends and if ever the government logically thinks of its own loopholes, “global recession” is where they find the escape route.
A bulletin on a national news channel was an eye opener that truly depicted the divide between the economically secure India residing proudly in metropolis and the economically week rural India in underdeveloped villages. Whereas twenty thousand is the rent for a single room in a five star hotel, just four thousand is what a daily wager earns in a year. At one place, crores are spent unmindfully on lavish parties and ceremonies; there are many who toil day in and day out to earn a single meal. And the irony lies in the fact that they form the majority of Indian population.
The population is on growth, prices are touching sky and industrialization is fast paced, but an average Indian farmer or labor remains in the same situation. The rich is becoming richer and the poor poorer. And who is to be blamed. Corruption, by far, is the root of all evils. Bribery, nepotism, etc. are its allies. There is no denying the fact that rich people have right to celebrate their hard earned money but the question is how to join the two extremes at a common platform. This reminds me of the situation post independence. When Indian industries were lost, agriculture was destroyed; we still progressed. Within a span of 10 years or so the major problems of food, clothing and shelter were restored. And you know why? It was the dedicated and selfless leadership that was responsible. But it pains me when i see today’s youth involved in self-progress. Lost in the ecstasy of boozing, sex and drugs, they have forgotten their aim, the reason of their existence. If the situation persists, the country is sure to lose its sheen. Dubbing politics, as a dirty game won’t do any good but the youth with effective orientation and zeal to safe our country from malicious practices will have to jump into it to wipe out the dirt. Concluding my words I would only say that when whites attacked us, the wounds were superficial, when terror attacked us, it hurt our prestige but when our own people will attack us, our soul would be hurt.
This sight is not a big thing in countries like India where in addition to culture and language, social and economical class is the biggest divide. My recent visits to Gurgoan and my perception of life in such cosmopolitan and metropolitan cities, led me to conclude that the skyscrapers do make us feel that we (India) are progressing but we tend to forget that those (people) who sustain the lives of the riches (talking about the domestic helps and servants) are still in rags. Governments come and go but the tall claims at the time of voting are seldom fulfilled. The blame game never ends and if ever the government logically thinks of its own loopholes, “global recession” is where they find the escape route.
A bulletin on a national news channel was an eye opener that truly depicted the divide between the economically secure India residing proudly in metropolis and the economically week rural India in underdeveloped villages. Whereas twenty thousand is the rent for a single room in a five star hotel, just four thousand is what a daily wager earns in a year. At one place, crores are spent unmindfully on lavish parties and ceremonies; there are many who toil day in and day out to earn a single meal. And the irony lies in the fact that they form the majority of Indian population.
The population is on growth, prices are touching sky and industrialization is fast paced, but an average Indian farmer or labor remains in the same situation. The rich is becoming richer and the poor poorer. And who is to be blamed. Corruption, by far, is the root of all evils. Bribery, nepotism, etc. are its allies. There is no denying the fact that rich people have right to celebrate their hard earned money but the question is how to join the two extremes at a common platform. This reminds me of the situation post independence. When Indian industries were lost, agriculture was destroyed; we still progressed. Within a span of 10 years or so the major problems of food, clothing and shelter were restored. And you know why? It was the dedicated and selfless leadership that was responsible. But it pains me when i see today’s youth involved in self-progress. Lost in the ecstasy of boozing, sex and drugs, they have forgotten their aim, the reason of their existence. If the situation persists, the country is sure to lose its sheen. Dubbing politics, as a dirty game won’t do any good but the youth with effective orientation and zeal to safe our country from malicious practices will have to jump into it to wipe out the dirt. Concluding my words I would only say that when whites attacked us, the wounds were superficial, when terror attacked us, it hurt our prestige but when our own people will attack us, our soul would be hurt.
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