I have been habituated to live amidst the fellow Indians in different parts of India. In Bihar and Jharkhand, our neighbours were mostly alike. We often saw them to live as simply as the natives mostly are. In the other parts of India like West Bengal, Delhi and Maharashtra, they resembled less with us due to life style variations and in Tamil Nadu, we saw the barriers of language and alike.
After arriving at my present abode, I feel a new sense of decency mainly after finding these white American men, women, kids and their pets all around. They are highly conscious of their public appearance in terms of physical fitness, smart look, dressing sense and overall behavior. It is said that this is a free country i.e. devoid of all obsessions. However someone may easily sense here a definite art of living. Osho once said that the real Brindavan was California. Even spirituality does exist when there is an environment with a modest limit to everything. In chaos and disorder, a popular religion looks hollow. Contrarily in abundant prosperity, we see the religion of life. I had heard that this was a purely material world where humanity serves the purpose of expansion of commerce and wealth but here I can feel the existence of humanity also via business and profit.
Back at home, our nation boasts of preserving our ancient culture slowly accommodating the benefits
of modern advantages due to advancing science and technology under the garb of the largest democratic set-up known as India. It appears that the thoughtful Nehru must have felt what I feel now and thus had vowed before launching of the five year plans in India to bring about the results in mere ten years what the then USA had attained during two hundred and fifty years of hard struggle for the sake of growth.
Today in the afternoon, I was talking to my school day friend, Dr. Arun Singh who told me his earnest desire to retire from his present profession in US i.e. a practicing physician but he also desired to settle back in his native nation, state and township. He then narrated his sad experiences there after mother's death in April,2017 when he and his brothers had to waste months together and then pay a handsome bribe simply to get the mother's death certificate at their native place of origin. Life there was so disgusting that Arun still felt unnerved and wished to know my view. I too could not add any special positive note to what he had in store. Both felt an urge of solidarity with our age old promises made during those early years of life-making in Netarhat school and at the same time, both stand confused or bewildered under our present circumstances despite the fact that we have been trying hard to make justice with our respective professions, societal obligations and likewise.
I have lived here for merely less than a month and should add more to this much as I experience. My son-in-law gave a few books for my time pass as well as entertainment. Thus I started reading these one after one. Every page of them gives some lessons. The contents are meaningful.What I understood till now should be a helping technique to write further. This is 3rd March now to continue with a higher sense of onus. I must not blame anyone for whatever I feel and write is the central point. An unbiased observation of the surroundings tells the fruition of hard thinking, followed by a well planned preparation before starting a new venture with' whatsoever be the results' like mindset and similar circumstances that might be a primary force to have driven this society to slowly come up to the present level. The occupants of this vast nation were outsiders from Europe, South America and Africa. They came to make their fortunes. Many came as forced labourers. Even now, people come with great aspirations.
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