In my recent travels to Dehradun, Kota, Delhi and Mumbai, I met a lot of people and saw a lot of changes. And a lot of questions popped up in my mind.
What’s the point of having all the money in the world when you can’t appreciate the birds on a banyan tree?
Why does wealth have to be comparative? Always dependent on making someone else feel bad or lesser off?
Why is environment a geopolitical issue?
Do you always have to buy something to enjoy it?
Why do we have to buy nature to enjoy it?
How did a home become an investment? Home is somewhere you live life. An investment is something which you sacrifice life for.
Why do we think destiny can be manufactured?
Why does art need to have a reason?
When did art become a commodity?
How do people live with 5 hours of garish, loud television with horribly painted faces and obnoxious voices every single day of their life?
Why do people hack trees to make way for parking?
Why do people dump waste in the greens and then complain that the green cover is vanishing?
Why do people install mobile phone towers on their houses?
Why are hospitals in India so damn dirty? Are they trying to scare off the germs?
Why do people believe hype more than they believe their own eyes?
Who’s paying for all those political posters that literally cover more landscape than trees in India?
Why are these questions so tough to ask?
And there are no answers blowing in the wind. The only thing that blows in the wind these days is smoke. Covering the landscape, filling our lungs and making pretensions of a warm cosy night that tempts us to sleep. Forever.