India of My Dreams
William Dement said, “Dreaming permits each and everyone of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of ourMy India My Pride lives.” He says that sometimes this insanity can be fruitful and sometimes very infectious and sometimes very delectable and delicious. It is in many ways necessary for a country like India to be insane and dream as it is a bigger crime not to dream than to dare to dream.
India of my dreams is a topic, which is as wide and deep as universe and to write about this subject is like “romancing” with India. There is so much to dream about India; so much to cherish, so much to cheer, so much to hate and so much to desire about it. The issue is what should be penned and what should be omitted. This is a very emotional topic, too close to my heart.
India is an ancient country but a young nation and we, Indians are united and are proud of our rich culture and rich heritage, proud of secular democracy, proud of its vastness, its diversity and proud of its rivers, mountains, plains, plateaus and deserts. So, here I am dreaming about India, my motherland that has given me so much that I will forever remain in her debt.
As I dream, I see myself travelling on road. I don’t know where I am or where I am heading to. There is a road and on both sides are farm fields with yellow flowers of ‘sarson’. “Oh my god! How majestic!! How beautiful!! I love my India,” I repeat this phrase several times.
Feeling proud, I move ahead heading towards infinity. I am travelling through a picturesque landscape and amazing scenery. I can see mountains all around and from the road to the foothills, there are crops indicating the prosperity and happiness all over.
I finally reach a village on the foothills of the mountains. I am on foot now, travelling through the village, passing through the narrow lanes. I am thirsty as it is too hot as there is a sudden change in weather. I ask a young little boy for some water. He goes inside the house and brings a glass-full of water and also offers me some groundnuts. I am about to drink water. But wait! I can’t drink this water, it is so dirty! I am dead thirst and feeling like hell. The boy went in and brought another glass and a cloth. He filters the water using the cloth and offers me the water again. I drink the water but I feel bad and sick that how these people manage to drink this water.
After resting for few minutes, I start talking to that boy. I ask what he is doing at this point of time when he should be at school. He tells me that there is no school in the village and whoever wants to study has to travel to a nearby village, which is few mile from here.
I enquire further about electricity, hospital, etc. But get a negative response for all.
I am out of my dream now. I wonder how beautifully it had begun and till I reached the end, I saw the reality and the issues that we Indian face. When I ponder about my dreams, I realize that there is, of course, much in India of yesterday and today which gives rise to despair and despondency among many, for who would deny the existence of mass poverty, gross inequality, rampant illiteracy, social injustice, gender discrimination, social oppression, corruption, casteism and communalism and poor quality of life in general. But these and many other weaknesses should not cloud our vision. As Bipan Chandra, a great historian has said,
There is not enough reason for us to allow ourselves to be stifled in a pall of gloom, to be drowned in a sea of depression.
So, let us dream and dream as much as we can, because if we will not dream what we will achieve.
Mahatma Gandhi, on board SS Rajput on his way to Round Table Conference, said,
I would work for an India, in which the poorest shall feel that it is their country…; an India in which there shall be no high class and no low class of people; an India where all communities will live in a perfect...
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