On a wet monsoon evening as this, when lovers love to be with their loved ones, I peeped out of the window and looked at those wild green rebellious patches who despite being a minority in the concrete jungle have somehow not got discouraged and kept up their fight for existence in bits and parts around the city of Kolkata.
Civil service, sorry Indian Civil Service – the words themselves cause any teen or tween to frown, let alone thinking about it as a career option. Standing here when my country, your country, our country.. our Mother whom we salute on Republic days and Independence days only, calls for help, it will be put into an old age home in the wrinkled hands of weary senior citizens for its brightest and most privileged sons and daughters are busy turning millionaires away from her soil, are so busy that they have turned shameless enough to ask poor old Mother to work after retirement to bring up those unprivileged siblings( remember how every morning at school we say/said and in civics text books we read, All Indians are my brothers and sisters).
I was feeling absolutely frustrated with all of this and it had caused me to look out of the window to take in some fresh air when I received the second-wind from nature. I was filled with despair but now I understand that there’s always darkness just before dawn.
I just hope I can make it through the thick night,
With my fast fading torch light …
Anurupa.
June 24, 2012
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