Welcome to 21st century India. To the world's fastest growing economy, to the nation that's a rainbow of vibrant colours and cultures, the land of Aryabhatta, Gandhi, APJ Abdul Kalam and the Slumdog who became a millionaire. The place I have grown up in and the place I've grown to love, more and more with every passing day. People here are all united to the rhythm of Munni, Sheila and a certain Mr DK Bose.
Welcome to the country of hope, faith and promise. Our preamble vests the ultimate power in our hands, a democracy where our constitution gives us fundamental rights which include individual rights common to most liberal democracies, such as equality before law, freedom of speech and expression, freedom of association and peaceful assembly, freedom to practice religion, and the right to constitutional remedies for the protection of civil rights. Our national emblem has the words "Satyameva Jayate" inscribed on it, hereby stating that we as a nation support nothing but the truth and truth always triumphs.
Welcome to 21st century India, one of the most corrupt nations in the world, the nation where your caste can make you feel unwelcome in a place, an economy run by leaders who are mere puppets in the hands of an Italian puppeteer, Sheila here got molested and Munni was letched at, DK Bose tried to voice his opinion but he was made to shut his mouth by controlling authorities. Our fundamental rights, like several other laws are just limited to the very paper they were written on, and truth doesn't fucking triumph. It is the country I grew up in but I'd be wary of letting my children grow up in. And it is the India I love to death yet I'm beginning to despise. Reader, do you still feel welcome?
I'm 23 and counting, and by all means sensible enough to know this country is run by a bunch of betel leaf chewing potbellied cowards. A democracy choked to death by the entangled wires of its corrupt nervous system; here everyone wants their own 60 seconds of fame and a Swiss bank account with billions in it.
There seems to be no place for the ones with a voice or an opinion. We take years to solve a crime, even longer to punish a criminal while aa honest and brave crime journalist is killed in seconds and no ones to blame. It’s sick how our government changes stances like a model changing clothes back stage and it is time this tamasha comes to an end. For it’s either now or never. They can shut one person, they can shut a thousand, but they cannot shut a nation. We can either sit back with a tub of popcorn and watch these autocrats make a mockery of this country or we can pull up socks and pull down the curtain to this crap that is thrown at us every day. The choice is yours to make, which India fits your description of a better tomorrow? Introspect, think and decide the tomorrow is yours to wake up to.
For the ones who care, start at the basics, refuse to take no for an answer when interacting with government bureaucrats, follow the law, do not bribe anybody, use your right to information, and exercise your right to vote. If you have something to say, make it heard. Blog, facebook, tweet, use the available media to your advantage and never ever feel alone, look around and see, there are many more waiting to be heard. And finally, speak the truth, even if your voice shakes; for justice needs to be done, and for justice to happen, the truth needs to be known.
Let’s show it to these douchebags – we exist; therefore they are!
A frustrated Indian.