Sorry State, Literally

There is something that pinches my heart when I see it.

I see around me, unforeseen prosperity. Prosperity which is not just unjust, but vulgar. In a country in which people are so poor that they live in small hutments in winters, monsoons, and trechorous summers; I see people spending crores of rupees on their bunglows. Amazingly, they feel proud of it. I do not understand as to how these people in general be so heartlless. How can we all be so heartless?

One farmer commits suicide in our country every 2 hours, and millions die each of trivial deseases like malaria and TB, and in this country, we tend to be mostly concerned with the brand of jeans, or cars. It is not bad to spend money, but then if one spends money legitimately earned over a period of time, then its all well. But then how many of the people who are getting so rich are earning this money honestly.

I feel sick and disgusted of the tirade about Repo Rates, GDP growth, and all these statistics. The reality is that the poor man never could afford the vegetables now deemed expensive, and nor can he now.

We must realize that these people are backbone of our system. They plough our fields, water them, clean our streets, care for our shops and enterprises, and help us live a life at home; and at night, these very people go and sleep in creepy holes with the smell of liquour and failed aspirations rotting around.

Most of us people today want to grab an MBA today, or be rich otherwise why? It is not just because we people are selfish, but because of the fact that people with ellicit gains have made a tremendous amount of sociological impact on us. When everyone around you will live a shamefully ostentatious life, then you will leave your passion of Physics or Maths and join a bank.

I am not against prosperity, I am not a socialist, I am not against liberalism; but I am for self reflection, for plight, for balance, for wisdom and for the human touch that seems so missing in us.

If you, who ever you are, think that living a huge palatial bunglow, or driving an enormously expensive car- is cool- that I just suggest you to look around and feel the pain that exists.

May our system change, may we be more wise, and may we be the ones to bring that change.