What a bright beautiful morning..It was raining last night but I really couldnt figure it out in the noise that my A/C makes, its more like a rocket engine. With the noise pollution which Delhi has, I am thankful to my A/C for not making me feel out of place in my room, with eyes wide shut I know I am in Delhi.
I feel great that I have quit smoking. With my swim in the morning and a sweet walk in the park, I am as fresh as the morning dew.
I see and observe a lot of people in the morning as I am heading towards the pool. I cross two schools in my 10 minutes walk which makes me realise how important education is. Small children crying as their parents drop them to school which is kind of cute.
But then I see these two small children behind the school in the market place everyday, with brooms in their hands trying to clean the market before it opens. I wonder where the government is when these sights stare at you right in the face. Here 100 meters from them are children being dropped at school in fancy cars pampered by their folks to an X Box if they do and eat well and here at two small kids,of the same age, without a good meal and a decent bath for days trying to make a living by cleaning all the mess left by all ass holes in the market. So whats next for them, some cheap smack and then heroine and then death. Theft shall happen in the middle, be molested by policemen for being poor, kicked in the ass by the local gangster..I dread that, I swear.
You cant balance a situation by considering two extremes. It shall blast someday. The gap shall lead to an abyss, sucking one, sucking all..DOOM...BOOOM..
3 comments:
graphic and moving paradoxically...wonderful anecdote!
but dont we need to come out of our capitalistic ivory towers, and shed this self aggrandising media glamorisation of being anti-establishment,( without actually knowing our share in national development) before we can truly empathise with the hapless lot...i think India revels in sacrifice and renouncement, n notin this pseudo-westernised bourgeiose-ghettoised and utterly defunct India- its a shame to call india modern when such parallel worlds are cohabited...
but then where is the soul of India
and who lives if India dies...?
Amit Sharma..tum nahien sudharoo ge..hein..hein
AC ko kuuch mat kaho... uski fitting theek tarha karaoh.
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