india

once upon a time i loved india and even dreamed about making it my home after my retirement

my entire vision of india disappeared after my first and last visit to india for 15 total days

i left india crying with choked voice unable to say single word to a former friend from plane ~ he promiscuously said bon voyage and i could not utter any noise

what did i witnessed is unbelievable

i was familiar with honesty even in corrupt dishonest india ~ this time in 15 short days i lived in hotel and ate in hotel i met my family and friends and host of other people

i learnt that all hundred percent of them without exception corrupt dishonest waiting to make a kill for money and it did not matter whom they are aiming, his or her victim ~ it can be me surely and any other person ~ husband wife son daughter brother sister anyone and chant mantra or puja before and after the episod and without any remorse

bhakti and bhakta flooding india and it is sky high

the sun no more rises in india

ever since i tried to have some dialogs with people from my origin and they are educated in universities but there is no difference

india is land of dhritarashtra and 1.3 billion corrupt greedy sons and daughters

i no longer pickup phone or get a book from india or read any news from india

Every few weeks i dream i am trying to go  back home where my brother and mother still living in my dream but i can not make it quite ~ there is absolutely no trace of the place I knew for 5 decades ~ no sign of it ~ in my dream too my india is lost forever ~ i sweat it takes many hours for me to come back to reality ....


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