After defeating inertia in a long battle of two weeks, comes this post. Give me some sunshine....It was a typical winter afternoon of 30th December in Silchar,when we chose that afternoon to be that blessed hour of the day when there was no work to do and a trip to the local cinema hall could be easily planned. I had read FPS during my earliest days in college. And could very well and very easily realty to the characters in there. Thought not exactly but there were analogous components , like the ones in FPS, in my batch as well. Some silly, some nerdy, some unfairly competitive and most of all the typical middle class backdrop , its dreams and doubts, realities and certainties, desires and dilemmas , i could empathise with these emotions or ways of life very well, for mine was not much different either. Born int o a family of doctors from the paternal side and engineers and teachers from the maternal side, I grew up in an environment where getting anything less than an admission into an engineering college was sort of looked down upon. And though not forced by parents but somehow and somewhere the idea percolated into my mind that becoming an engineer or a doctor was like climbing the summit of one's life. But today almost at the end of my graduation days in Medical School , I realise that those weren't notions but illusions from which the generation suffered.
If the trend continues to grow among the middle class of this country then perhaps by the turn of the next century India will turn into a country of scientifically trained robots with a heart that can only beat and a mind that needs only oxygen to survive. A country that won't produce nay films, a country that won't produce any writer , poets, athletes, sportsman, painters, musicians or for that matter nothing like that. Every one would be busy only earning money and living his life in the most mechanized of ways and if he falters in the way in between, wither out like the Lily of May. A generation like ours have suffered the brunt of parents' unburnt desire and in the process many who have failed to cope up with the pressure cooker like situation the academic framework of the country provides, have been boiled and oven dried. and no ruler, no king, not even the government, but it is the brittle Bourgeoisie ( the middle class), who are to blame. If we stand up and stand against them for a face off, no power in this nation can deprive us of our rights and the rights of every young Indian. And every parent can wishfully and willfully let his or her son or daughter bloom in the orchard of life as they want to be. ..........................................................Till then we need some sunshine of hope , some rain of innovative ideas and a blizzard with winds of change reaping across this country. And i don't know about anyone else....I surely need them in abundance....
take care and love always
sunny
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