The Broken India

Once upon a time there was a little girl who thought her country was the greatest in the world. She would argue and preen and proudly proclaim that she was proud to be born into that country. The country that was older than the oldest civilization (no matter what history books said!), steeped in beautiful traditions and rich culture that gave its people roots and gifted with ancient values that taught its folks to be better human beings.

Till one day she grew up and realized that her country was dying. Dying because all that she was proud of was slowing disappearing, vaporizing into nothingness. All because the sons and the daughters of the country had no backbone.

There was no truth left, no values, no morality- nothing that made them human anymore. They would fight and claw each other, steal what they could for themselves, hurt others when they cannot, lie, cheat, corrupt and even kill. All they understood was the ugly power that they could possess over others by raping, hitting, abusing or killing and of course, the scent of money.

Nothing was left behind of the richness that she associated with her country, all that she had read in books, or had fathomed her countrymen to be. The warmth, the care, the effusive spontaneity and love that she had seen in the people around her, were reduced to fear and cruelty.

From the other side, the grass did not glow green anymore. The lure of home still pulled at her but it scared her, what she would discover- what it had become. The grass had turned yellow in her sights, parched, dry and fading.

Once, she was angered when she had read these words by Winston Churchill,

“Power will go to the hands of rascals, rogues and freebooters. All Indian leaders will be of low calibre and men of straw. They will have sweet tongues and silly hearts. They will fight amongst themselves for power and India will be lost in political squabbles. A day would come when even air and water would be taxed.”

Today, she’s sad that in full consciousness, we made his words come true. The freedom for which our ancestors had laid down their lives- all to ensure that we were born into a free country- was a victory in vain. In their quest for a liberated future, they hadn’t known that it would be their sons and daughters who would destroy their country.
The Britishers may have enslaved us, but they had also made India a whole country. They had served as force against which we, irrespective of languages, religions, castes, color or region, had stood united once. Today, in our hands, it has started breaking up into pieces again, all the while refusing to stand up for itself to the world outside, or even protect its own, as foreign powers gnaw at it from all sides. We bicker, we fight, we duel amongst ourselves and we weaken from within. We cry in despair, we complain but we do nothing. Or we are scared and helpless to do anything.
And while we think of our beautiful country as it was, as it could be and then visualize the ruin that it is becoming, I wonder- after all, at the end of the day how many of us are Indians, and not what our mother tongue or our religion dictates us to be?
No one needs to bother about destroying India, we are doing a pretty good job ourselves.

P.S. For the first time in my life, painfully, August 15th meant nothing to me. Are we really free? -G.
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About Guria

An Artist in Science - I am a Misfit 'cause I choose to be one. "Whenever you find that you are on the side of the majority, it is time to reform" And I am a Maverick, because, I'm... umm... brilliant?
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8 Responses to The Broken India

  1. Raj says:

    its when the sun recedes, does the night take over. let the night age. and just when it would seem to have won, then wait for the sun. abhi time hai ma'am 🙂

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  2. Guria says:

    I try hard to think that way. But it is so disheartening. The tunnel seems to be endless. I hope, hope the sun shines and soon.

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  3. Raj says:

    there is still a long way to go before its truly dark ma'am. we both know that.

    but do tell me, what inspired this line of thought?

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  4. Guria says:

    🙂 The news that I diligently pour over, every day at the start of my day, there's nothing, nothing that shows me a glimmer of light- only the encroaching darkness. The dirty politics, the scared citizens, the women's predicament, China's encroachment, the oppressed people etc etc.
    I really did not write this with forethought- I only poured out what I felt. It may not be very politically correct but it is frustration. I didn't even re-read or proofread what I wrote.

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  5. Raj says:

    dirty politics: will go with the oldies. let the youth awaken a little, change will come.

    the scared citizens? are you scared? i bet not. i sure am not. neither is my room mate. or a certain part of the so many of the educated elite in the colleges of this country.

    china's encroachment: imagine a war between indo-china.
    the winner, will be a fragile yet valiant usa. china knows that. but i doubt they will go that far. i mean they do intend to be the next superpower no?

    the oppressed people. ma'am, a taut string if pulled anymore, breaks. i am sure you know about the arabian spring. imagine an indian version. imagine the outbreak of 1.26 billion people.

    incidentally, that is a major chunk of the worlds population. which the arabian countries dont have. yet there was change wasn't there?

    like i said, its not yet dark enough. 🙂

    and i know you poured out what you felt. but feelings too come from the brains interpretations. ma'am, you are politically correct. no doubt about that. but why worry? there is a better thing to do. its call prepare! 😛

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  6. Looking at the recent rapes, it is pretty scary! And for some reason, we Indians lack unity. Even in US, I see a person from a certain region disliking those from a different part of India. Aren't we all part of the same country?!! 😦

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  7. Shilpa Garg says:

    It is truly a sad state. Though we created furore over Churchill's statement then but sadly we are proving him right. 😦

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  8. Guria says:

    AK,
    Regionalism is killing us. Language is a barrier, I agree. But, we can't seem to let go of it, such thick-headed, stubborn people that we are!

    Shilpa,
    The fact that we are proving him right, it ignites such a rage in most of us, but as in most cases it is of no use- we have no idea how to channel it constructively.

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