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Does India Really Need A Superman?
Harsh Sinha | 18 Oct 2008

I want to quench my inborn thirst; I want to veil my bare skin pores; I want a cemented crown above my head; I want metallic coins for a cup of tea; I want crispy hard notes to devour circular chapatti with an onion. Who am I? – An Indian!
Are the metro cities the only concern and Indian villages of no importance for our government? Is our love only an ostentatious display of materialism? Are McDeees and Pizza Huts the only destination for the empty bellies? Are Cokes and whiskies the only solutions with no solvent? Don’t think about the queries.
Now, I come to the point – no – not a point, but a point circle on which I am revolving since the day one of my life. This circle is bounded by a very tenuous arrow mark of democracy. Ravana of Tretayug could not cross the Lakshman Rekha and thus, abducted Sita. But in Kalyug, the Democratic Rekha has been traced by fake Lakshman. Democratic Rekha allows Ravana to trespass and blocks the exit gate for Sita. And thus, abduction is easier in the twentyfirst century. Think…
I have seen civilizations developing into a nation. I have borne the insolent and indignified treatments under the British rule. But I also knew the way by which I hurled the whites – the racists out of my nation. Sometimes I became Bhagat Singh and Subhash Chandra Bose and sometimes Mahatma Gandhi and then an independent Indian citizen. But, sorry, I am not independent.
Because I am seeking help from the first world nations to feed my children. Because I need helping hands while sinking into oblivion in the fathomable depth of the River Kosi – the Sorrow of Bihar. Because I am begging for a mole of bread. I don’t want to put a mask on my face because I am charming. I want to borrow Western culture and imbibe its hue on my naked arms and legs and bleach my face to become white because I think that whites are considered superior to the blacks.
Once upon a time... After the Amritsar Massacre of 13 April, 1919, I, as Tagore, wrote to the then Viceroy of India, C.F.Andrews:
‘The universal agony of indignation roused in the hearts of our people has been ignored by our rulers – possibly congratulating themselves for imparting what they imagine as salutary lessons….. I for my part want to stand shorn of all special distinctions, by the side of those of my countrymen who for their so called insignificance are liable to suffer degradation not fit for human beings.’
Once again in the present scenario…. After the Delhi Bomb Blasts of 13 September, 2008, I, as, one of the venerated leaders of the opposition party said:
‘I must be frank… I am deeply upset by the tendency exhibited by some to speak out of turn and even make public statements about prospective alliances and other aspects of our election strategy. Does this happen in any other party? Negative trends that give rise to the perception of disunity must be firmly curbed. We should reach out to young first-time voters with comprehensive agenda for good governance, development and security.’
SECURITY SECURITY SECURITY - VERY TRUE.
Guess what? – I have changed. My ideologies have changed with the constant turning of the wheel of time. There was a time when I used to think about the wrongdoings in the corridor of power in my own motherland. But now, there are divisions, parties, religions, states, territories and egos.
"Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; ….
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls; …
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake."
But I am still sleeping in the heaven and need a Superman for waking me up into the heaven of FREEDOM.
By -
Harsh Sinha
Maths Hons.(1st Year), Hindu College, Delhi University, Delhi
web - www.harshsinha.com
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