With swayingly agreeing to Vir Das’ spoken poetry I Come From Two Indias, I couldn’t hold back and write down my extension to his account. So I express my due and diligent respect to you, sir, because what you did needs courage and mental strength at most.
I come from an India where those who make handicrafts can’t afford a simple, sustainable life while making a lifestyle for the rich.
I come from an India where the expression of love is worshipped to all its glory, but love in actuality is met with honour killings.
I come from an India where we fast for nine days twice a year for a goddess to bless us with wealth, success and happiness, and in reality, we abort, kill, molest and mistreat women.
I come from an India where people find food to feed non-living idols and feel proud of graciously serving the god, while half the population go to sleep hungry.
I come from an India where in the virtual world, everyone seems an activist and speaks highly of cancel culture, but sadly no one stands united with each other and their own thoughts and actions of what they advocate about. Jantar Mantar is a deserted halt these days, after all.
The one crore people who attended Kumbh Mela were not just the government or its people, there were parts of a family from parts of the country serving to the loss of many parts of the family all over.
I come from an India where we talk of women empowerment, while women along with men aren’t happy with the idea of empowering women.
I come from an India where males are a sigh of relief and source of support, whereas, given a chance of egotistical burn, they ensure their relief becomes a terror to other women and men.
I come from an India where auto wallas assert their freest will yet complain of their safari and poverty.
I come from an India where every single day, we talk of demands of India being progressive after 75 years of India, but a little tweak in the traditional ways causes trouble to the whole Indian mindset.