A very happy b'day to AB. Today, I went to one of the most destitute people I have ever seen. Sometimes life has so rude of turns on the most needy, that you are left with an awe of anger, frustration, helplessness, resolution to live for those people only. I just found one, or I shoud say I got a recharge for my well of hopes. There was no means of livelihood, which could make my incessant efforts to bring those people onto a common platform, fruitful. The hamlet was not the regular spot for any kind of scheme/project by any govt. organisation or non-govt. organisation. I wonder this is true since JL Nehru hoisted the tricolor at Red-Fort, for the first time.
Life has a remarkable absence of solace. Truce between the anxiety of an unsuccessful cropping season and a dying prospect of another in the offings is hard to notice.
Raising a voice for the most basic needs (ironically govt. calls these RIGHTS) is not the order of life here. Living under a frenzied air of uncertainty of life anymore, these people are striving under the sun, and just the sun. No water, no electricity, no roads - to nowhere, no skills, no brighter prospects, no...life.
I saw some of the most fearful faces, empty stomachs creating ear-exploding noise. Yes, this all and much more ado. All in the mighty Rajasthan. I pity on the rulers of this land who did make some of the strongest forts, fought some of the bravest battles, but forgot to move an inch on these ground. I pity more on the federal govt., which fails no notice myriad of our villages/hamlets in a situation like the village I met some of the poorest/helpless people of India.
My battle is now twofold. One, to get something done for the folks here; two, not to let any other village face the ruthlessness of the govt. functionary. I will raise my voice against every single misappropriation of rural India. I will try to make my actions more effective for the people of my India.
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