Sunday, August 14, 2022

India at 75

 


Our motherland celebrates 75th Independence Day tomorrow. It is indeed a proud moment for all Indians as we unfurl the National Tricolor at the Red Fort.

75 years ago as in the words of our First Prime Minister Pt. Jawaharlal Nehru " At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom."

We have awakened to freedom and life.

Young at 75 that is how I would like to describe our motherland.

Challenges have been many and will continue to be so as we move forward in our quest to be one of the best countries in the world upholding our traditions while embracing the modern aspects.

We have weathered many storms, starting from invasions, terrorist attacks, natural disasters almost every year, political upheavals and and last but not the least the pandemic.

We have also to be proud of our achievements , achieving self sufficiency in food security, the multipurpose projects, industrial revolution, our space adventures and becoming a small IT hub in the world where world came to us for solutions. We are at the top of many multinational giants. 

Our motherland, with its varied natural features, climate , languages, traditions and cuisines that has evolved from ancient times. We have one of the oldest civilizations of the world that lies in harmony with the modern technological age.

We have managed to knit together the quilt with the diverse threads and create a beautiful design.

Yes there are multiple hurdles to overcome and we are far from becoming a superpower .

Yet we have always shown our unity whenever our nation demanded it and we have always come together to support our fellow countrymen irrespective of where they are whenever they are in need.

We have rejoiced together in our triumphs and held each other in grief and we march together hand in hand towards our dream of a self sufficient nation with a sustainable economy.

Long live our India. Keep shining,






















Wednesday, August 10, 2022

Reflections

 


We say we value something when it is missing from our lives. How true it is. 

I had taken the annual vacation to India granted and in fact may be I became a little arrogant of the fact that I could travel every year to visit my parents. I remember I used to get irritated if I had to go for the obligatory visits to different places. I never thought that I would be living a life of an exile so soon.

2015 July was the last time I left for the vacation in India. The last time I spent time with my parents in the tranquil Sreekrishnapuram. When I left for the airport to go back to Dubai, I never realised I will not be able to visit my motherland for a long time. 

Lord Ram had been exiled to the forest for 14 years . I am exiled to the deserts. I don't know how long this exile will last. 

How much I miss the rains, the visit to the temples and the chats with my parents. I am probably paying the price of taking things for granted and not being thankful for these luxuries.

I am missing each and every occasion where we used to get together. 

Will I ever be able to visit my motherland in near future ??  Am I such a sinner that I have been denied the right to visit my parents and my motherland? And in the process my daughter is denied the right to enjoy vacations like her friends. 

There are many thousands like me in the Gulf who have not seen  the motherland for years and even died here. Will I be one of them ? I really don't know.

Lost and desperate that is what I am now.

Life looks really bleak and uncertain. To quote the lyrics from one of my favourite songs 

"Badi sooni sooni hai Zingagi yeh Zindagi

Zindagi I don't really love you anymore.