Whither is Land of Our Dream?

Prof Javed Mughal
Motherland, now-a-days, in deep anguish, can be heard while murmuring the lines of Zakir Hussain Saqib, ” Baghbaan ne aag di jab aashiane ko mere: Jin pe takya tha wohi pattay hawa dene lagay.” Ones who were to save the honour of this motherland, have turned her enemy just for a few currency notes, a short-lived position or promotion or for some other petty gain. The new sun of free and fair India as dreamt by B. R. Ambedkar could not, till now, appear on the horizon of this country for the disloyalty of those who always pretended to be loyal and faithful to their nation. Swami Viveka Nanda, in his book ‘call of nation’ incorporates one of the most beloved contrasts between three nations of the world i.e. France, England and India. He maintains that France tolerates the nonsense of the system for a specific period of time unless the limit of her patience gets out-stripped and there after adds a chapter of French Revolution, bringing about a cataclysmic change, to the course of its history. There is no such revolution in England since England never puts off till tomorrow what she can do today. England never allows her system to go astray and so far as ‘Mera Bharat Mahan’ is concerned, she has been clinging to the philosophy of leaving everything to God since the day one of her birth. Let me take a little liberty to go step further to say that the blind faith in God has frozen the spirit of this nation and the extreme parental love has dislodged the very zeal of doing something from their children-the children who are supposed to be the future of their nation. Till yesterday we were not fully acquainted with our power as civilians and hence failed to see through the nefarious designs of our so called Netas who having been voted to power transformed themselves into the hungry vultures to peck at our hearts and smear their beaks with our blood. I am reminded of the words of Dr R. N Tagore:
“Where the mind is without fear
And the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up
Into fragments by narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habits
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
How worried was Guru Dev for the nation which was liberated after a great deal of struggle and I am shocked that prayer of this great soul, perhaps, could not reach and knock at the door of Almighty. The sacrifices of our ancestors have gone waste and their souls, looking down at the plight of their hard-earned nationhood, must be shedding the blood-tears. On the land of peace and harmony, the bare dance of death is being watched by the innocents; on the soil of truth and honesty, the open stall of corruption and bribery are allowed to run and the ‘Lamb’ of merit and justice is being butchered in broad-day-light with no voice to counter but all eyes to watch it. How terrible! India was a country where, once upon a time, the elders, the custodians and the leaders used to sacrifice for their followers and starve to feed them, but today’s gloomy scenario is quite on the contrary. Honour is safe no more; there is no any surety for the life of one who speaks the truth with the hey-day of those who rule the roost without any qualification of head and heart. Patients are dying unattended in hospitals; students are molested, demoralized and exploited in schools and colleges; the deserving souls are being subjected to the pangs of injustice; anti-corruption voices are being choked; the criminals are deciding the destiny of the nation; the religions are losing their relevance; dehumanization is adumbrating in all shades of social set-up; moral degradation is in its full swing and the spiritual degeneration has made the life a dull routine to be experienced unwillingly. Those who have a slight tinge of conscience wish to commit suicide; the one, who deserves to be hanged, lives at his best. This is the true spectacle of present day India. We have lost our national character. Law and order is puppet in the hands of a few lords of corruption and immorality. India is smoldering in the leaping flames on the pyre of ethical moral and constitutional anarchism. We have almost gone back to age of ‘the survival of the fittest’. The cave man culture is all looming large like a sword of Damocles on our head.
Parents are wriggling in separation from the their little children kidnapped and killed in free India; the daughters are still to recollect their honour lost on the road-side at the hands of the cruel and heartless lot; the young talent still waiting for getting justice to earn two time meals respectably; the small children rendered blind and left for begging are crying to find paternal affection and maternal embraces; the educated youth still standing outside the offices to find their names in the select list……but I know all this is a futile effort and no more than a utopia practically possible because ‘ye hai mera bharat mahan, jahan so mein nananve be-imaan, ( this is my great India, where ninety nine out of hundred are dishonest). Save my India, oh lord of the land. India has almost been transformed into a barren crag where no fragrant flower of law and order can bloom any more. Off and on some odd souls have tried to set this old and ailing system in order but failed so badly and deplorably that for years to come none else tries to attempt the revival of country’s lost glory.

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