A smile can win a heart. Just like that. Two words of courtesy and pleasantness can win over a person’s love.
I have been in
Bihar for 3 days now. I don’t find any violence on it’s streets as people back home had alerted me. People here are friendly, jolly and good at heart. There is no trace of discrimination based on caste or creed as I see it around, at least in these urban environs.
If people back home will argue that things are different in rural Bihar, then I will say that healthy open commercialization is then good for the health of each and every town and village of this country: this based on experience and not just romanticism.
It is good to eat the simple meal on the road side at Rs.10/- per plate. It is good to use the very same Indian style toilet that they use. It feels good to be a part of my own country.
I did see a couple of shops selling guns. I did see how political activity (morchas and protest-marches) warm up the veins of a common Bihari in this cold climate at this time of the year.
And the one thing I saw here; which perhaps weaves together the destiny of all Indians in the length and breadth of this country in every township, city or village; was dreams in eyes and hard work. The determination to live, to survive the next day, the faith in oneself to provide bread and butter for one’s family that keeps each one going about their daily lives: that is the one thing that binds us all together, not any caste, creed or religion anymore… It is toil and determination to live in face of all odds whether it is violence, Raj Thackeray, politicians or terrorism.
I saw the Republic Day TV Live telecast of the first Lady President of India hoisting the tricolour flag. And the very next moment was the line of awards awarded post-death to brave soldiers and policemen who laid down their lives for this country.
And for the first time, lying in that hotel room far away from my city which was under siege by terrorists a few months ago, I cried. I cried bitterly watching their widows and mothers accepting the honour. Something within me melted and gave way to tears and I wept.
The terrorists did not succeed in their attempt to destabilize India. They only succeeded in torching the light of patriotism that had long been buried in our History books post-Independence. They gave the people of this country a purpose to come together, to unite above the petty politics of regionalism and feel proud to be an Indian.
The terrorists came to attack our city with an inhuman aim.
Our soldiers who fought them torched the love for our motherland in our hearts.