Been away from ink and paper for close to a month, in this case keys and cursor. My travel(singular) has made me realize I love India. Well not for the gutters, potholes, pavement dwellers, encroachers, corrupt system, yes I can go on, its just for the sheer fact that I am surrounded by familiar faces. We will always be second class citizens in any other country. Its not a moot point its a fact, its not even up for discussion. Us being the next economic contender is utter bullshit. What is the yardstick. Based on my earlier physical description we definitely do not qualify.
It was a pleasure walking on the streets of the country I visited, no blaring horns, no beggars, no traffic chaos and they too are a country of over a billion, then why can we not get it right. Guess we have illiteracy and apathy as our signposts.
Why the diatribe though I love being an Indian- antethesis?. Oh no, its not because I applaud India as a country, its only the familiar faces that makes me want to live here. I will have people who read this say vociferously, then why does she not get out?. Trust me these are the very people who bitch about India over lunches while swirling a martini or at dinners after their brief sojourn and with their stamped passports. Lets not talk about patriotism and what my country offers me, and those should be reasons why I should live with my head held high in India. Utter bullshit, on my soil, I hang my head in shame at what India has been reduced to. Starting with the visual treat of the slums as we land, the dust, beggars, shanties on the drive from the airport to whatever destination. Lets stop here.
I actually doubt Mumbai can be rehabilitated or made over.
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