It was 5th march 2011, a special day to celebrate that was a final match between India and Sri lanka at the world cup in Mumbai.
Captain M.S Dhoni hit the winning run with a fabulous six and India won the match, but it did not give the same zeal when we won the match against west indies in 1984 world cup at the Lords.
Because our worthy opponent Sri lanka has almost become a integral part of our sub continent, when you buy the map of India you get the map of Sri lank for free below.
But you may say winning is the moment that is to be cherished.
But I say hell to the celebrations…..
Yes you have heard it correct to hell with the world cup, to hell with the celebrations, to hell with IPL.
Even I was excited when Dhoni hit the winning run with a fabulous six, I called my friend Swamy who lives about 150 km away from Bangalore to share the joy of the winning moments of India at the world cup but I was shocked to hear that Swamy’s parents had committed suicide.
Because they had borrowed a money of Rs. 80,000 which is a monthly salary of an IT couple’s or just 2 or 3 EMI. They were unable to pay back the debt because they were hurt by the government which announced a huge reduction in import duties for silk in this year’s budget i.e. from 30% to 5%. Decrease in import duties means the market will now be flooded with cheap Chinese silk. Swamy’s parents were struggling silk farmers and instead of help from the government they get this!
On average 17,000 farmers have been committing suicides every year. Can you believe it? Most of us wouldn’t know this fact. Why? Because our great Indian medias are not interested in reporting this! They are more interested in covering the fashion week extravaganzas. They are more interested in why team India was not practicing when Pakistan were sweating it out in the stadium on the eve of the match. They are more interested in sania mirza and lara dutta’s marriage.
The media is supposed to be the third eye of the democracy and also called fourth estate but now they have become real estate.
So any attention from the media is out of the question, then who is left? The government? But we all know how it works.
The other day I was passing by Vidhana Soudha(legeislative house) in Bangalore and happened to read the slogan written at the entrance “government work is a god’s work”. Now I know why the government has left all its work to the god.
A government owned bank will give you loan at 6% interest rate if you are buying a swanky sedan or SUV and the same bank charges 16% interest rate to a farmer to buy a tractor. Look at the depth of inequalities. The recent onion price fiasco was just a trailer. “Picture abhi baki hai doston”.
60% of the India’s rural population lives below Rs. 20 a day it is a matter of a diet coke in urban India. The electricity used in day and night match could help farmers irrigate their land for more than few weeks. Do you know that load shedding is more of a class dependent? 2hrs in metros 4hrs in towns and 8 hrs in villages. Now, who needs electricity more? A farmer to look after his crop or a few bored, young professionals with disposable incomes to log on to facebook or to watch IPL.
Let me tell you a small story.
Centuries ago, there was a roman emperor, called Nero. He was a strong ruler and very fond of parties, art, poetry, drinking and life full of pleasures. Once he decided to organize a party and invited all the poets, writers, painters and artists. Everybody was having a great time drinking, eating, laughing and socializing. The party was at its peak when it started getting dark. Nero wanted the party to go on, so he ordered his men to get all the arrested criminals who were in his jail around the garden and put them on fire! Burnt them alive so that there was enough light for the guests to keep on enjoying! The guest had a gala time though they knew the cost of their enjoyment. Here what kind of conscious those guests had?
What is happening in our country is not different from Nero’s party. We the middle class young well earning mall hoping IPL watching celebrating Junta are Nero’s guests enjoying at the cost of our farmers.
In the beginning I said hell to the celebrations!
But let me tell you I am not against the celebrations. I am not against the cricket. I am not against the world cup. I would be the first person to scream, celebrate and feel proud of any of the India’s achievements but, only if all fellow countrymen, farmers, villagers also stand with us and cheer, only if there is no difference between interest rates for a luxury sedan and a tractor. That would be the day I also zoom past on a bike, post India win with an Indian flag in hand and shout Bharat matha ki jai.
But no, not now, not at the cost of our feeders. Until then I say to hell with the world cup, to hell with the malls, to hell with the IPL and to hell with the celebrations.