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BLOODY INDIAN


An unpleasant phrase “BLOODY INDIAN”. As blood sucking vampires prowl, we have spread our vicious fangs everywhere only to be hated. We are more of a bloodthirsty race than loving, caring and perhaps religious.

Time stands testimony to our genocides innumerable. We have disciplined ourselves towards the motto of looting and self aggrandizement. In this process, we outdo each other. Take the simple case of policing the country. We have a disciplined force that channels money received by unscrupulous means. In a train journey, a young army officer was saying to the TTE that everyone in this country is up for sale and wanted to know his rate so that a berth could be reserved for him. More the so, this young officer was boasting of the lacs he has embezzled at such a young age; less than 30. I was going through the newspapers one day that reported how Chinese weapons smuggled into the North-east made way to the Maoist guerillas in the states affected by the menace. Beautiful examples are the Kargil war, Chinese and frequent militant incursions. It is not known why should we be so porous and meek in our submissions politically or militarily. I do not know which paradigm of governance contains such obnoxious chapters.

Can't I protect my own house? Should I wait like a complaining wimpy child to wail at international forums? Annoying is the fact that everybody loves to wash their hands off in sticky situations and like to fire their guns placing on others' shoulders.

Genocide is our all-time favourite. History bears testimony to the exploitations of us for this benevolent nature that continue till date for gains small and large. This gain derived from the pain of the dying relieves our citizens to commit such acts with elan. Punishments are in place but convictions low. More than punishments it is the basic nature of the people of this country that needs change. But how, no one knows for sure. Perhaps, outsource our governance. At the least that'll rid our babus or ridiculous ideas that do not work but have a huge potential to suck funds that could have been utilised better. Take the example of Dr. Verghese Kurien who revolutionised milk production in the country through his 'manthan'. There are many who got kicked in their butts for disregarding the bureaucracy to achieve extraordinary goals of modernising the country. The disregard for achievements at the highest levels of governance kills the spirit of great men who could build a wonderful India.

Corruption is perfectly in place at every quarter. Rules are twisted to favour the rich and influential. The poor thus suffer. After battling many a decade to fight poverty, the country now has come out with a novel idea to fight this menace. Raise the prices of each and every commodity so that the poor die of hunger! The fallacy of management in this country is that those who speak against corruption or the agencies that are supposed to be the watchdogs themselves are mired in such nefarious acts. The cost to the public exchequer is not treated with regard. The way indiscipline rued, our courts had to step in to let the public know our bad tastes of selection. Perhaps there's a rider to this as the press doesn't report all that's true. For gains unknown to the masses, newspapers project issues to their likes, whims and fancies. Well, this happens everywhere but the rampant manner in which it is used is disgusting. Just take the case of a whistle-blower. By exact definition and common parlance, the whistle belongs to the joker and as in the circus, such jokers are battered in a fashion that lets him tagged as a joker in governance!

Also going through the newspapers was the mention of 'all-weather-roads' built by the Chinese near our borders and once remote areas connected by high class railway tracks. I was wondering if our technical institutes of repute churned any engineer to trigger the thought process of beautifying the country rather than flee the land for high salaried jobs elsewhere doing odd jobs as bankers and the like that have no link to their acumen acquired. If not to complain about good roads, there are maps in the country that show roads that doesn't exist at all!

The above para has relevance to my disgusting phrase above. We like to drill holes in the very plate we eat! Perhaps we like to compete against each other rather compete with each other for betterment and then kill the competition altogether thus eliminating the competitor. We lose talent that could have been used suitably for tangible yields.

Perhaps it is time we learned to love our motherland in true spirit though the hard way as singing patriotic songs in the morning assemblies of schools and oath of service are not reaping rich dividends for the masses. The massacre of public money is massacre of our own brothers and sisters. But then, when will we ever understand?

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