Will I ever be free??

When I take up an issue of social importance,and try and pen down my views,i am left utterly confused,to say the least.The issues are far too many and at first glance seems too varied to cover with the limited knowledge of the world that i have.

But look at any problem we have,from national to local level,be it acute poverty,dismal health care and education system,to poor sanitation…u get the idea,right.The biggest mystery then:What forms the core of all these myriad and seemingly never ending problems that we face?

Is our political class responsible, which lacks the vision n the will to implement the innumerable welfare projects,but do have cunningness to siphone off the money being poured down in the schemes.This they do with so much impunity,that one wonders whether the Constitution of India(CoI) which was thought out by the then politicians-cum-freedom fighters,was written to hand over the power to “rule”(rather than serve) from the British to a class of people that is willing to make personal gains by any means possible,the kind that is the majority in our country;that the  makers of the CoI had the misconception that their countrymen were indeed ready to work for collective good,the process of which the government is only the reflection of the collective consciousness,and thus effectively the tool by which the citizens can implement their betterment in an inclusive manner.But the 60 odd years of our so called independence proves otherwise.

We were indeed not ready.We blame our political class,but that is not that is not the complete truth.We all need to ask ourselves what we do in our daily life apart from amassing means for our personal lives,what we do for the society.Yes,it is possible to justify  most of our actions on the grounds that we need to fend for ourselves.But what is certainly not justified is our complacency,the blind eye and the deaf ear that we put on display.”All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing”.We learn to put our moral n social responsibility on the backburner very early in our lives,and this attitude has lead to the decay of the feeling of national belongingness,that which was at its zenith when we were led by Mahatma Gandhi.

The question remains ,what do we do now?Where should we direct  our intellect,anger,dissatisfaction towards?

rOaDrAsh-3 contd…

And I  felt like I was in a dream,thinking things about the surgery that was to happen;only thing different was that i was all alone in the dream,no one else in sight,no one to talk to,as in usual dreams.This i think soon made me realise that something was amiss,and i wanted to get up,but i cud not ,as if my consciousness had no body to creep back in.I was so confused as to what was happening,i remember my thoughts running wild,unable to grasp wat was going on.

Suddenly i heard someone talking ,and i saw myself in an unfamiliar room that was spinning like hell,and i took that too as a part of the dream i was floating in then.And i fell back to the nothingness i was living in since i was drugged.But that set of  unfamiliar voices,spinning room,a running fan all kept flashing again n again ,and as the drug slightly wore off,I wondered that may be that unfamiliar setting is the reality where i would find myself back.I felt a slight discomfort at my right shoulder,and that i presume gave the setting some credibility..I tried to open my eyes ,but things were spinning so fast,my eyes closed shut on itself very quick.I heard my family talking all around me,and i realised that i had been operated upon by that point.The time was 12 noon.

For some time I kept talking with hand movement,and speaking meekly to ears held out close to my mouth,unable to keep my eyes open.I slept twice and finally at 8pm,the drug completely wore off,and i started to get the hang of things around me.At around 10pm,I was back at my “home sweet home”.

As they say ,the experience was “nothing like anything”.