India, a country or rather a subject that fascinates me the most. One can itinerant miles along the length and breadth of the country to see and discover India. One can dig the monuments and history behind it to understand India. Or you can simply be in your city and see the vividness of India and experience a new India everyday.
And I am experiencing a new India everyday, without traveling miles in kilo terms. An India within the City. A big India in small village. Or even a new India in a small colony.
The name of one such colony is Ram Nagar. Plausibly you would not find the name of this colony even in micro map of the city. But yes this colony exist, life rocks here, this colony would be chipping in to the GDP of India may be in nano terms.
A small colony situated on the either side of railway track with hovel and concrete houses. This colony is being lived by people belonging to the lower strata of the economics but having maximum utility to the nation. That was evening time when just while going back to my house, I took that road to understand the city better. Since last two days it was not raining. So the city had got chance to dry itself to get prepared for next round of rain. Small kids were playing on either sides of track. A lot of mosquitos were hovering over the head of each kid. Don’t they care about the diseases that these mosquitoes can give them! Who cares?
There were infants who just had learned sitting were smiling over their mothers talking to other ladies. These infants were sitting on the mat outside their hovel putting everything in their mouth that is coming to their little hand. How these ladies are upbringing their kids. Isn’t keeping their kids such a way outside the house would invite lot of diseases to the infant! But who cares?
I was mesmerized seeing very different lives of people. My engrossment broke when a loud sound of music had started. Hearing this all the kids playing ran in the direction of the music and stopped in front of a small concrete house. These kids started dancing carelessly as if this is one of their routine work and they don’t care if some one is noticing them or not. There some marriage band group was practicing.
I moved ahead along the railway track to see some older kids sitting on the track and talking to each other. Aren’t they concern about their career or studies! Do these growing kids really care about these things?
Then there were some drunkards wandering here and there on road. As if they don’t care if their kids had come back to home from their school or their kids had taken the food properly or not, or are they aware of their wives expectations from them?
This is the face of probably 1/3rd of India, which actually is the back bone of our GDP part which is being governed by the infrastructure or agriculture sector.
And I am experiencing a new India everyday, without traveling miles in kilo terms. An India within the City. A big India in small village. Or even a new India in a small colony.
The name of one such colony is Ram Nagar. Plausibly you would not find the name of this colony even in micro map of the city. But yes this colony exist, life rocks here, this colony would be chipping in to the GDP of India may be in nano terms.
A small colony situated on the either side of railway track with hovel and concrete houses. This colony is being lived by people belonging to the lower strata of the economics but having maximum utility to the nation. That was evening time when just while going back to my house, I took that road to understand the city better. Since last two days it was not raining. So the city had got chance to dry itself to get prepared for next round of rain. Small kids were playing on either sides of track. A lot of mosquitos were hovering over the head of each kid. Don’t they care about the diseases that these mosquitoes can give them! Who cares?
There were infants who just had learned sitting were smiling over their mothers talking to other ladies. These infants were sitting on the mat outside their hovel putting everything in their mouth that is coming to their little hand. How these ladies are upbringing their kids. Isn’t keeping their kids such a way outside the house would invite lot of diseases to the infant! But who cares?
I was mesmerized seeing very different lives of people. My engrossment broke when a loud sound of music had started. Hearing this all the kids playing ran in the direction of the music and stopped in front of a small concrete house. These kids started dancing carelessly as if this is one of their routine work and they don’t care if some one is noticing them or not. There some marriage band group was practicing.
I moved ahead along the railway track to see some older kids sitting on the track and talking to each other. Aren’t they concern about their career or studies! Do these growing kids really care about these things?
Then there were some drunkards wandering here and there on road. As if they don’t care if their kids had come back to home from their school or their kids had taken the food properly or not, or are they aware of their wives expectations from them?
This is the face of probably 1/3rd of India, which actually is the back bone of our GDP part which is being governed by the infrastructure or agriculture sector.
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