Reading Maximum City by Suketu Mehta gave me wonderful insight into the ‘workings’ of Mumbai. Half way through, I felt that the city that I love is like a big onion with layers of truth, deception, lies, crime and everything under the Sun. While the interesting part is that Mumbai is actually India, the rest of the country is no different. They just have less to peel.
Hyderabad will and always has been my other soul. The city that I grew up with told and continue to tell me stories. Childhood’s perception was so nice and wonderful that I get to look only at paradise with occasional blips. Teens have been transformed into building wisdom around living and let live theories. College days were ecstatic and enthusiastic and PG days were eye openers. Life in that Metro had been a bliss. For every good story even like Ramayana, there is Ravan, a ten-headed evil doer who along with himself take his people down. Unfortunately for the modern day Ramayana, there are no Ramas; Ravans, aplenty.
Politics in modern India was more to do with power than people and the willingness to mud-sliding reminds me of the village buffaloes enjoying their time in whatever slut they find. Of course, it is not only crime but unapologetic to compare our politicians to anything living or dead, even coincidentally! I do not know for certainty if ‘kharma’ is a Sanskrit word or not, but in India, politicians do the ‘karma’ and people bear the ‘kharma’. In Telugu/Sanskrit language karma is deed while kharma is bad fate.
The other day there was a small debate between few of us in the office over lunch about the Telangana agitation. One of the person argued that, what the agitation is all about is to get back to status quo when Telangana was indeed a separate state. I asked him “what is so significant about that particular period of history?”. We had many kingdoms in the past and for that matter much of India was under single umbrella when the great emperor Asoka was ruling the land. Why not go back to that Status Quo? While this is more of an argument, the pinching point of discussion was that of a B.Tech. student from Osmania who committed suicide because one of the Congress leaders lost his election. He had a oath upon himself that he will kill himself in joy if that person does not win the election. The entire Telangana agitators made that student a hero because he sacrificed for the cause of Telangana. No where in his will nor his intentions point that fact. He was more of a stupid and a loser who doesn’t know anything but commit suicide. Never even once he might have thought that life is a gift of God and he could have utilized it for better. Nor he had thought of his parents and family as they grieve in shame over their son’s coward act for rest of their lives.
Incident like this bloat the chapters of history with permanent ink of blood. They make the words underneath breath heavy highlighting the foreground and keep the writing in the background to fading black. The battle of good vs evil is a never ending cycle and people take sides that in their best interest. The people are really at war having no clue that the kings that are fighting with each other are counting how many soldiers have died rather than whose soldiers have died. They do not care about sides, they care about power.