“I was sprinkling bottled, cold mineral water on my face, to cope with the soaring mercury on a train, and in the rural settlement we were crossing, there were kids drinking muddy, hot puddled water along with the animals they tame. I went back into the air-conditioned compartment with cushioned beds and looked out to see an old, unwell woman lying on a jute cot, her bony arm swaying back and forth to air herself. ‘I am so blessed’, instant thought.”
“The first weekend of my present stint in the capital, m taken to one of the ‘at-present-happening’ clubs as an extension to the birthday bash of a beloved friend. We reach at an hour which would conventionally have diurnals snoring away to glory. We individually had to pay an amount with which more than one-fifth of our nation’s population would merrily survive for a good month, for a mere couple of hours of good treat to the ears and a mild doze of legal intoxication.”
The massive economic divide in our country pushes the extremities of living at parallel. A corporate goon earns enough in a day to match with the daily income of hundreds in the rural sector. There are a zillion and counting, things on the ‘necessities- list’ of the affluent which are considered to be supreme luxury by the financially weak.
Equitable Distribution; An achievable target or an idealistic dream?
