The cynical me...
I see my country braving to host a mega sporting event, my fellow citizens make a note of it, the event wasn't named Mr X's Games, the venue was India. But still I chose to be hostile and turn every stone possible to glamourise my shortcomings.
ONE BRIGHT sunny morning… quite difficult to perceive in these chilly times, still …I walked through the lanes of my city. I saw the dilapidated footpath. I cribbed about my government. Taking few steps ahead I saw empty tree guards and mocked at futile efforts of government against the ‘CC’ word, then I walked near the landfill, rather garbage-fill, I rebuked the lethargy of my government.
After this, what I did left me astounded. I crossed a mirror, saw nothing but myself and remorsed what a cynic I have been turned into. On contemplating I deeply wanted to pin it on somebody. I am a good human being; a righteous, even if not right, Indian. Then how come I have come to despise everything around me.
I see my country braving to host a mega sporting event, my fellow citizens make a note of it, the event wasn’t named Mr X’s Games, the venue was India. But still I chose to be hostile and turn every stone possible to glamourise my shortcomings. So, it forces me to think that do we require more Kargils or more cricket matches to make us stand united? At this point let me correct myself, it would be too narrow an outlook to limit to the ‘C’ game only. How can we forget the final match of our badminton ace Saina in Commonwealth Games?
It is being held by most of the well-read people of our country that rising food prices are fallout of malicious practices of our traders and the long persistent problem of paucity of food storage facilities. Why don’t I stand up to these? Please replace I with ‘we’. We seldom notice pretty faces with strong voice and harsh opinions bringing into light the names of the hoarders, the black marketers, who act in utter inhumane spirit, penalising those who are already marred by poverty. But we having a 1d view find an easy target in the form of our government. After all they are the bearers of position of responsibility and duty; it is our right to be taken care of. Even if we are the one who is cause of perpetual misery of out fellow citizens.
We have been endowed with the power of being as cynical as deemed to be. We can relentlessly pursue to negate any possible positive steps to be taken by my government. We can question the means of ensuring energy security, can blame the government instead of appreciating the geo-climatic diversity of my country, we can opt for hooliganism over humanism and harm my own brethren. After all C word has been far more important in India ... the Cricket, Citizen, Cynicism and Chalta hai.
How come I was cast into this citizenship mould? By my parents while they were having their morning tea... by the idiot box when I switched it on to broaden my knowhow or by my representatives who are far from being sauvé.
But fact remains that I am still dependent on someone. Waiting for others to pick up the litter which I have thrown on the road or else I have the option of an easy target, this time the G word. Government.
I see my country braving to host a mega sporting event, my fellow citizens make a note of it, the event wasn’t named Mr X’s Games, the venue was India. But still I chose to be hostile and turn every stone possible to glamourise my shortcomings. So, it forces me to think that do we require more Kargils or more cricket matches to make us stand united? At this point let me correct myself, it would be too narrow an outlook to limit to the ‘C’ game only. How can we forget the final match of our badminton ace Saina in Commonwealth Games?
It is being held by most of the well-read people of our country that rising food prices are fallout of malicious practices of our traders and the long persistent problem of paucity of food storage facilities. Why don’t I stand up to these? Please replace I with ‘we’. We seldom notice pretty faces with strong voice and harsh opinions bringing into light the names of the hoarders, the black marketers, who act in utter inhumane spirit, penalising those who are already marred by poverty. But we having a 1d view find an easy target in the form of our government. After all they are the bearers of position of responsibility and duty; it is our right to be taken care of. Even if we are the one who is cause of perpetual misery of out fellow citizens.
We have been endowed with the power of being as cynical as deemed to be. We can relentlessly pursue to negate any possible positive steps to be taken by my government. We can question the means of ensuring energy security, can blame the government instead of appreciating the geo-climatic diversity of my country, we can opt for hooliganism over humanism and harm my own brethren. After all C word has been far more important in India ... the Cricket, Citizen, Cynicism and Chalta hai.
How come I was cast into this citizenship mould? By my parents while they were having their morning tea... by the idiot box when I switched it on to broaden my knowhow or by my representatives who are far from being sauvé.
But fact remains that I am still dependent on someone. Waiting for others to pick up the litter which I have thrown on the road or else I have the option of an easy target, this time the G word. Government.
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