It seems like very different worlds exist in India at the very same time. Our problems appear to be first world when compared with that of the poorest living in our country. While we are debating about ways to kick start the economy and hearing about making India more self-reliant, a woman gave birth on-road and walked about 160 km more after one hour of giving birth. In search for some assistance, rest, and clothes for her newborn, she and her husband walked miles before they finally got some help from local people. This shows an uncanny difference between the living standards of people who are residents of the same nation. I have no right to point fingers or put blame on anyone for this situation because I have done nothing to make a change for some betterment. I have posted agitated tweets when I felt wrong was done to me and my family, written emails to the government but got no response from their end. I was active when it was for my family and ignorant otherwise. This is because I know no better than this. The shouting in your head will silence itself after some time because this is our reality which we have internally accepted and if you can’t digest whatever is happening before your eyes, you can choose to move out of this setting. I have the luxury of leaving this country behind but the major lot living here has no choice. They can’t run and they can’t shout because their gut is empty, they have given up the hope of living a better life ever. For them, it is still about survival and we are in two completely different worlds.
We all must have seen hundreds of movies and read books teaching us that good will always win over the filth of power. But seldom have we come across a magic lamp to make that happen. In reality, it is the other way round where people build upon empires of power and lust for position from institutions which originated initially from goodwill and sermons about enlightenment. These reverse cycles have existed long in history and still prevail because those institutions had acquired the trust of people, all the people living in this nation. It is then easier to feed on people’s devotion and trust and polarize them towards completely different paths. These paths are painted in queer colors which display a plastic model of the truer society. People very easily believe in them and the powerful pave ways for themselves. In my country, this practice has blinded some and wounded others.
To think India as a whole is very difficult on many levels. Those who do consider all at the same level are misguided and mistaken because my nation is a jumble of strata of people who know nothing about other people’s world and can’t care less to know. Every entity is wronged in one way or the other, scarred with the mishaps of their past. They are either filled with complaints or attempting to seek revenge for all the wrongdoings to their tribe. Everyone carries a piece of baggage of the past accounts with them, only increasing by each day. After all, when has anyone ever forgiven wholeheartedly and started afresh.
India is still home to all, the ones still fighting and hoping to bring change, those who have turned their faces away, those who look for their benefit in disguise and for those who have lost all the strength. What has blurred is the understanding and communication between the groups, resulting in the formation of their own nations in India.