A silly young cricket, accustomed to sing
Through the warm, sunny months of gay summer and spring,
Began to complain when he found that, at home,
His cupboard was empty, and winter had come.
Corruption. Pollution. Unemployment. Illiteracy. Women Empowerment.
No. The biggest trouble India’s facing is the deep rooted mediocrity among her people.
People have a chalta h attitude, which means let it be, whatever’s happening, let it happen.
We are a country with a glorious past. Our battle for freedom proves the inherent never giving up attitude with our souls.
We were like ants:
1. Not intimidated by the sheer size of the objects that they need to carry
2. Value Teamwork, they help each other making it possible for them to achieve their goals
3. Organized in how they carry out their tasks that they are able to accomplish it no matter how big the task is
4. Having your reserves-up to cope with unforeseen things
But things have changed.
Non-performing citizens, our governance system is paralyzed. People have lost the required motivation to carry forward the legacy of our glorious past. As this culture of mediocrity has perpetuated meticulously by the socio-political-cultural systems, it has deeply percolated into the psyche of an average Indian. Not only that, we all configure the major trouble is the missing elements of “excellence and self- discipline/regulation” in socio-cultural spheres of India. The common man has become the symbol of bad self- discipline and non-performance.
Today’s youth and it’s false ambitions, the verbal fluency of our intellectuals, and the fickle-mindedness of our politicians- all this leave little but a gnawing incompleteness in the frequency of the oscillation of our nation. The mindless demonstrations by youth and it’s representatives and the personal opinion of the common man: all are critical of the present malfunctioning system of governance and shout for collective desire for change.
In the bleached atmosphere of the new century, it is hard to tear apart the mediocrity from the fabric of our nation, the equation hardly matters. What matters is that it’s people are believers, and they expect life to change. Something good is bound to rise from ashes. Far away in the rumbling foundation, a seed of hope is silently spreading it’s roots and the sirens will soon sing the melody of a coming transformation.
In a small town, a village teacher is giving lessons to the future torch bearers of our nation, the little hope, though faint, gives hope for a remake. The fruit of the tamped earth must rise and bring back the zeal to get over with our complacency with mediocrity.