Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Second-wind from Mother Nature …



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.
  It was that afternoon when after battling with life for three days little Mahi gave up. Six years back, some 160 km away from where Mahi used to stay, at kurukshetra Prince who fell into a similarly uncapped bore well survived due to timely action. It was that heart-wrenching evening when I felt disgusted with the rotten circus that had been taking place in the country … over how terribly wrong things are … Indian Politics now only means the ruckus over the presidential elections, officers appointed for civil service do their duties by sitting on chairs at the site, to watch the live circus of the late initiated rescue operation of Mahi, the four year old child who represent every non-bureaucrat’s child who is unsafe in this country and we find the tax-payer’s money go down the drain to finally make its way into the politicians’ wallets ( or perhaps to their Swiss bank accounts) . Debates taking place at all large-scale and small-scale TV channels seem to be of little help. One of the prominent reporters, once during a debate said that he would like to “embarrass” the politicians…my friend, they are all beyond getting embarrassed.. the word shame feels embarrassed when it looks at them.
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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