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The Change is about to begin

It seems like a miracle. Although its not overnight but the change is palpable. Eighteen months since I left my homeland wandering away for peace, prosperity and knowledge. Coming back from the la-la land and stepping into the congested, contaminated and convoluted parts of Delhi produced a choking effect that was hard to ingest. Landing was hard and the drive back home even harder. The abrupt change was irritating and sometimes blood curdling. It took a couple of days to survive but sooner the essence of the air blended nicely with the blood and the past started to impinge upon the present.

I’ve seen cheap labor carrying hoardings of a new Mc. Donalds inaugurated in the vicinity. But a new chapter seemed to be opening up. I witnessed a few ‘Gentlemen’ carrying “horn bajana ek gaali hai” - (honking is an abuse) at the Janpath intersection which paves way for a few hundred thousand automobiles each day. The resonating words must have left an indelible impression on the passer by’s as the honking noise seems to be dying out slowly. Unfortunately media hasn’t changed much that still looks to add a tangy flavor to any event capable of stepping up the viewership ratings. Entertainment industry chipped in with another splendid marvel encouraging people to follow their dreams no matter if they’re tagged an Idiot. GenX enjoying the luxury of a vacation in Europe or a honeymoon in the Maldives and bringing back the positives from the alien culture. The metro is still clean and the local citizens guarding the public property virtually by their lives. Indian journals carrying articles on cloud computing and distant acquaintances attending architecture and culinary schools. Moreover, a platform of opportunity for young editors aged 10-12 years to articulate their creativity and skill was the most satisfying of the lot.

All of the above makes me fly back with a comforting belief that the remaining chinks in the armour shall one day be soldered. All we need is patience and pro-activeness – to perform and to educate.

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