The tryst of air
Blog :A Life
Date: 8/11/2012 12:56:00 PM
In the monsoon of August I breeze through the heart of India, the Capital, Indraprastha ,Dilli or New Delhi. As sustainer of life I flow everywhere but now lives amaze me. In the monsoony weather I halted at the traffic signal.
As the signal turned red and the serpentine queue of moving fleet came to the halt. Through the meandering space of vehicles out came a thin hand. She had been holding small flags in one hand and a dozen in other. Flagging the spluttering paper flags in monsoon’s air, the matted hair crooned in high pitched voice- “Dus ke ek ,dus ke ek.”
She ran through the lane of interlaced vehicles. The momentary business deal brought sparkle in her soiled pale face. To cash the momentary business deal her body got into a nervy jerk. Her walk as well as her droning became fast, to in cash the moments before signal turns green.
Since last year, month of August appeared promising to her tribe-the flag sellers. Usually the Independence Day would be regarded as the day of sale for them. But the scenario of flag sell changed since last year due to Anna’s movement, “India against corruption.” Like last year, that year too month of August boosted her sale. Anna’s movement at Janter Manter extended the period of their flags sell.
Every morning with her family or street folks she would head to this place to get big sell. En Route to India Gate on the occasions like Independence Day or Anna Movement would draw a big sell. A good sell like these days ensure a full meal at night. She knows after that she would have to turn to begging, perhaps near a temple or Gurudwara.
She peeped through the glass of closed window flashing her small flag-“dus ruiya, dus rupiya ka ek” expectantly. A little motion of rolling window would bring sparkle in her eyes. Her bony frame would hurry to make most of the moment. Her agility left other flag seller kids disillusioned. She knew she has to be alert for being left out. That day Monu and Ganesh were also moving in the same fleet with her.
Watching the struggle amidst the speed, for some respite, I slowed down to relax. The hide and seek of sun rays pushed me inside an imposing vehicle. Some big weights were inside the speeding vehicle.
“Is the Lokpal, an anti corruption movement or just their political ambitions? Let’s see what they will do this time. These are simply gimmicks of theirs to enter into politics,” the heavy weight stated. “The weak long same drama every year, they are aimless and confused themselves. Is this way country runs?”
The big eyed one retorted, “it is better they did get refusal at first day by government. There will be no discussion on Lokpal bill in this monsoon session. And who cares about their baseless charges and request for probe in mining scam. Politics of 66 years are not going to change. It will remain same, he chuckled.”
Big impressive fleets, with big people inside are heading the Raj path to take part in function. 66 years of republic-billion plus populous, surging economy, two winter session to pass the right and strong bill.42 years of their lackadaisical intention just kept it postponed till date.
Is it a dead movement of anti corruption crusaders or start of new era?
Whether a new party of clean people will form? Will they compete with existing one? Will a strong Lokpal Bill come?
Future of all these queries depends on the people. It must come from their hearts. But whether the high class with ruling money power, the ever busy middle class, in honing their skills or the toiling lower class will contribute their efforts to form clean governance. Or they will just move on to their lives taking corruption and inflation as their destiny.
Or will I move in the same lackadaisical attitude of denizens watching irony of lives? Or will I see a new India, free of corruption and problems of common lives?