Andolan and Us
My elders and my well wishers keep telling me that being a
part of such an agitation is a complete waste of time, that I should rater
focus on my research and try to get my Phd degree as soon as possible. They
tell me that I will gain nothing out of it. But the truth as I see is very different.
They might be telling me this because of their experience and they may be
having my Interest at heart.
But I have a very different experience, when I see myself in
retrospect from the kind of person I was before I got involved in this and now,
I feel that I have evolved. I was a happy go lucky kind of a person who loved
to shop and watch movies. Most of the time I used to be at malls spending time,
shopping, eating, and just having fun. I never had any real problems in life
now that I think of it. I got whatever I wanted. I work for around two years,
first as a banker then as a professor before resuming back to my studies. I
always wanted to do something for the society when I was in college. My friends
and I used to make plans of how we were going to change the world, but then we
grew up and realized we should only think of getting a job to satisfy our never
ending needs. Forgot of all those dreams later in life ,like most of us.
This andolan changed us,after being a part of it I met many
people who wished to change the world, most of them were fighting their own
battles against corruption. These people it seems had never grown up, they were
still living in their dream that, little by little they will change the world.
After meeting them and spending time with them, the dream inside me revived, I
became that young college girl again who thought that she will someday change
the world.
I stopped watching movies and going to malls, after seeing so
much poverty around me it became difficult to enjoy the thing I had never even
given a serious thought about. I could not pay Rs 50 for a glass of coke
thinking that its more than what a poor man could afford to spend for his
entire day and entire family. I started noticing the people living on the streets,
talking to them and thinking that its not
fair that while some of us can spare 1000s of rupees for luxury items
people like them cannot even afford to have one proper meal a day. Did they
commit some crime? How are they different from us?most of the time people we
see living on the footpaths are displaced farmers and tribals,they are displaced
from their own land for the sake of development
but are forced to live in extreme poverty.
Who has developed from their displacement is not a difficult question.
Our lives turned upside down after seeing and noticing all this.
My personal life too changed, since my husband was also helped and participated
in all the activities, he too realized all this. We became bigger people, no
more cared about the clothes we wore and where we went. All our troubles seemed
so minute, actually immaterial .People don’t have money to pay for the medication
of their dying child or feed their kids and we were getting tensed about our promotions,
or raises? Suddenly all the troubles in our personal life didn’t even matter,
our problems were all so small compared to what we had seen that they didn’t even
bother us anymore. We saw a fifteen year old girl being sold for a thousand
bucks by her husband, later found out there were fifteen more girls kept from
where she escaped. Police didn’t lodge
complain and when they were forced to,by media intervention they just sent the
girl to juvenile home. To this day we don’t know about the fate of that child.
As the government juvenile home are one of the most unsafe places.
This movement made my bond with my husband stronger. I found
a companion who was there to support me and who equally cared about the world.
I saw an altruist; magnanimous person in him that I had never noticed before.
It was a win-win
situation for me. This andolan has revived my childhood dream that I will
change the world someday. It may or may not happen but I will keep on trying
who knows if our dream of a perfect world may come true someday.
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