India's Road to Development


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My recent visit to Singapore has forced upon me the task to often ponder about the differences my country has and the reasons behind them. The bounds vary from the tenable drainage cum rain water harvesting system to the soaring skylines. I feel highly elated about the management paradigm here, glossed with the feeling of self-responsibility on every citizen but equally unpleasant are the thoughts of ephemeral motivations of developing India alike that arise in us from time-to-time.

I've had this discussion, recently, with some Indians over here, but was let down to confront their no-possible-way-thinking outlook. The organized living sense is highly delusive while living out of India, but then why do people doubt to bring it back to home as well? In fact, in contemporary times I met Indians (including you) who know about the problem and the overall structural growth of it, from bottom to top level, but are reluctant to recognize that they are the real saviors. "How and when did this happen?" should hold less concern, but more concerning is the transition phase of the Indian mindset for savoring
the brain-drain epidemic sought by the ones around us. We literally gave in to the ground reality of grass-root development, on several communal aspects, which solely looked upon us for a reconnaissance. But then it would be good to cite a very righteous point mentioned by one of them regarding working as a responsible global citizen and thus not considering one’s bound for development of India per se. However since I'm more concerned about India, I'll talk about the vitality of my hypothesis of asking them to consider the thought of returning something back for their nation.

Let's setup a stage: You are the protagonist in this play. You get out of India to learn something (your MS or undergrad, say). Now that you've been brought up in an open-mindset environment, you are well verse to discuss and have your own views on topics that are both- glory/blemishes on Indian evolution. You criticize the overall functioning of the government and the bureaucrats involved in the play. On a certain level, you are highly educated to highlight the flaws in the adopted model of development and even have your own better version to manipulate it for benign purposes. In a parallel universe the Indian bureaucrat (IAS/IES officer, if that comes to your mind) didn't get the privilege of growing up in a more developed fashion. The lad struggled throughout the childhood, somehow cleared the exam, is certified to have all the academic insights to handle the expansion of the society around him, but the academia fails to fill the void of moral virtues, or open-mindedness thinking, and so one often falls prey to the bribery-coated revenue mechanism, which eventually propagates a new wave of corruption to blend with the other existing ones. The closed-box upbringing of the lad reinforces the taboo nature which is quite hard to break at a later stage. But that's surely not with you. In the end, the-going-to-be NRIs end up blaming India equivocally for all the mistakes they can highlight without reckoning themselves as one of the accomplice.

Now surely, why would one consider of coming back to India and getting involved in the services not ever known to oneself as the one already spent large span of his/her life (mostly) pursuing 'scientific research'? Good point. Now all the problems hindering India's progress can be linked to the Indian Education System as the root cause. The Indian industrial system is primarily involved in the service oriented growth and hardly caters the research oriented need of the nation. This, further, led to the deprivation of the quality of education provided in most of the Indian institutes. The cyclic nature of events, which is profit driven solely, motivated the institutes to grow at an immeasurable rate but discarding the qualitative nature of it. The only aim of these institutes turned into providing better employees for the service oriented market in a fast pace manner, which finally ended up in the collateral damage. This backfired in the society too affecting the thinking of the parents, who now only dream of their child getting a high-paid job irrespective of the 'work' one will be getting into. The research-oriented mindset, if found to be evolving in a child, is perished on first sight.
The crucial role that you can play here is to come up with the most enthralling idea (optimism is good), in the field that you have already put your research mindset for such a long time, and get on with a start-up industry in India itself. Now why this has to be done only by you? The reason is- the already existing bigwigs like Microsoft, Google or Facebook won't consider to invest in research oriented incubators in an Indian institute, be it IIT itself because for the same amount of investment they would get better result from MIT, Stanford and numerous others in the proximity of their home grounds. So, here comes your role of instigating the initiative of inspiring the Indian academia to turn its perspective towards education. The cyclic nature of the scenario:




  has two doors to break in. If you think yourself capable enough, with the skills required for making an impact on the thinking of the society, go into the service to affect them. On the other hand, if this seems too irrational to you given the huge amount of time you invested while studying or during your research, break the industrial deadlock by a 'big-idea' backfiring the communal thought of not-asking kids to be research oriented.
And ever in the way of bringing this change if the thought, "What affect I can bring in all alone?” arises then revive with this quote:
  "Always bear in mind that your own resolution is more important than any other" by Abraham Lincoln

ROCKSTARs ke beech mein


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From hurrays to high fives, from winks to smirks and from ‘fist-pumps’ to the ‘jumps-in-air’, the complete package well awaits you in the jungle. You cringe often under the trees watching them enviously. And why don’t you have the fruits if you can stand well beneath the same trees is a question you have to answer on your own.


Seriously! To turn into an artifact out of nowhere you have to dig a hole, often, to drop yourself in and then shout with a smiling gesture “Help as I fall!” Somewhere someone will definitely look at 
you and in amazement would signal the world, which might make you say “Yes, I am...I am here”. It’s a habit nowadays of mine to sit calmly for moments to pass on while I take notes in mind about the differences to be abridged. You focus hard, keep your eyes wide open, ears straightened up but still you are not the first one to raise your hands while one rises amidst the crowd. For you, it mere resembles a finger in the air right on your intellectual growth but later, on way back to your den, a thought of revenge will ascend. An inner voice will shout “Hey moron! lost another fight?” For how many times does one has to ponder, “What the hell does it will take to beat them?” No one knows, but all one can succumb to is keep striving for it. No matter what it takes or what it might ask later, you have to twist the rope strong enough to secrete the demerits that still lie in you. Every day will demand a one more extra mile walk from you and you have to give in, for this is what may turn into the ‘intel-inside’ quality to you. I feel sometimes walking away from this nasty jungle for a ‘14 saal ka Vanvaasbut am pretty sure that won’t help in present scenario. Mainly because all that awaits amid the mountains are dirty greenhouse wastes, which surely owns abominable high contrast to what it might have been when Lord Ram went for the expedition.




So how should I survive this hell? In the same way as everyone else holds the ubiquitous belief, Work Hard and Hard and Hard and... The history of India must be appreciating the brainy architects who build the pillars of excellence, but does it care about the Low quality minds  who would have stood nearby watching its creation? At least history of my life appraises both the grades of minds, rather I prefer to be with the lower grades more as they don’t care about the finger at all. But, I succumbed often to bullying by high quality brains. Only dark blots in my past memories. Albeit, had it not occurred with me, my courageous genie would still lay asleep somewhere in the corner of my head. Now I prefer to believe more in me and other victims alike. I do not wish to turn into one of them, but yes I do wish to turn them to one of us.

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