The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

Sunday 3 October 2010


It was another day when ‘Nehru’s tryst with the destiny’ phased through an unending, convoluted travesty thanks to the continued legacy of ‘post-independence day-1’ of India (and not the ‘independent India’). And these words are about being a realist within the macro contours of realism, pessimism and optimism when we talk of nation with its people in the foreground.

It was a day when a conscious Indian is necessitated again to think there is something wrong, a fundamental flaw that is continued unabashed. Something she/he often finds herself/himself mired in. But an ordinary man has become more or less a blend of a common man, a consumer and a citizen. It creates confusion because the first and the foremost work to be undertaken is how to survive and that too, in a society still impregnated with sound family ethos. And so, he gets in a mode of thinking that gels well with her/his primary responsibility. And that is innocent. And this very innocence preserves some thoughts for a day like this when the feeling is more about indignation and a desire for a miraculous improvement. It is true the prevailing chaos of the day-to-day survival takes over the very next day but hope is there as long as the feeling comes back to haunt, to jolt the fundamental notions of the system that we are living in. And it is free of socialist or capitalist notions. It is just human.

If we have reasons to believe India is progressing, we have even more reasons to believe an India is stagnating somewhere too. It is a day when soul of the father of the nation would be having exacerbated feeling of unrest with the rock bottom performance of growth and development indicators of its human wealth. The prime minister very rightly said India is on the path of glory. His vision, political compulsions and his position tells him to be positivist at most, to be realist at last, at least, in the public scrutiny. A poor monsoon, just for one year, shows what we are capable of achieving as a rapidly developing country. In 60 years since the ‘post-independence day-1’, we have not been able to fine tune the answerability of our parliamentary system. Any chance of implementing the answerability of the representatives of the common man the way that great visionary had designed! He is almost as forgotten as his teachings.

And he is not alone. Almost all of them are in the similar predicament, waiting to see, if, at all, their vision would form the fundamentals of a nation with its people in the foreground. October 2, a declared public holiday and a dry day, just passed. Some paid advertisements by the government agencies, some television channels showing biographical movies, some customary announcements!! A last weekday, it was Bhagat Singh's birthday but Ranbir Kapoor's birthday was the prominent thing on air. Expect even greater frenzy with upcoming birthday of Amitabh Bachchan.

70,000 crore could have given crores of Indians genuine reasons to look up and survive, lifting them above the threshold of mere survival. Had the visionary been there in our conscious, we would never have allowed the spectacle to be so denting. And it is the case when we continue to drag on the earlier work started.

This is ‘Bharat’. That is ‘India’. A theme much discussed and debated on. Both have their stories to tell. But will their protagonists ever meet? It was a day when this debate gets a new lease of life until the next such occasion comes.