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India was independent. The Sahibs were gone and the coolies or brown Sahibs or neo Sahibs gained access to the upper echelons of management. It was the uncultured bandwagon that was giving shape to modern India. Thus shot into prominence is the chalta hai and jugad aka the great Indian jugad of managing the masses in India.

From my experiences being associated with the administrative setups of many a State in the country, the hierarchy or patterns of administrative functions in place are more generic than scientific. Nonetheless, these generic or assumed pattern of paths of governance, modified as per needs of local governance centered along well defined paradigms that fulfilled the need of the hour. But its continuance in this form may not be beneficial for which, the country is witnessing loss of harmony in the governance sector. A major upheaval is needed so that the States responds to a single command from the Centre. This needs the basics of normalisation to occur throughout the country.

Normalisation has to take place fast as administrative reforms have taken a backseat and works on modernisation dumped to benefit the powerful few. We have suffered a lot in this process and have attained a deshaped proportion that is spewing ills on every other opportunity. While taking stock of things, every other person had his own jugad system of reporting that did not satisfy the needs and designs that are useful for computation. The evils of misgovernance has impacted the socioeconomic scenario of the hinterland more than that of the urbanites who are too mechanical in their approach towards life and have devised ways to cope up with.
The monumental apathy of misrule for over six decades by our own is perhaps a genocide of sorts as it was Indians pitted against Indians who ruled the masses exactly the same way as the British Sahibs. It's not known if this popular post from facebook pages of Indians who think of a better India is true at all. But then the present mess that we are in do speak about the character and abilities of our rulers. Many these days are evn forced to think who actually ran the show! It's thus hard to believe what went wrong as turning a correct statement into an incorrect statement and vice versa did not exhibit the strong nerves of the principles of raajneeti.

It's perhaps embedded in our nature to cry WOLF in the first place! When you cry 'WOLF', when in opposition and, do exactly the same when in power, you have no business to cry wolf in the first place when it's uncalled for. This infused bias as a chronic malady. Philosophy of truth was tossed in furnaces never to see another day.

Asymmetric and uneven growth, coupled with modulations to which some are privy to, has left a big dent on the face of this beautiful country.


India needs internal reforms. India needs to cleanse herself of the evils that engulf today. India needs to redefine to usher in the big change. Everyone wants and hopes for the best of good days to return so that we are classified as a developed nation and not mere riled into balonies of the past encumbered with hopeless antagonism and of course, the drool-worthy declarations on media that belittle the very purpose of quality development. Development can only take place through love and devotion towards one's work and country. Perhaps this is the right time to introduce compulsory military service for all. This will pave way for a better India where better Indians live!

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