Put the courtyard of generations into the hearth! Keep the sweetness of the kitchen, the relationships of the neighborhood in a basket… and climb a high bridge or tower with the children tied around your waist. There is inflation in the city! You cannot buy gold. Oil you can’t afford. No one is giving you work from home. After all, what to do? The disaster that Hormuz has brought or is about to bring may be severe, but we people of cities cannot even go back to the villages now! In fact, we have become so entangled in our daily routine and lifestyle that it is now difficult to get out of it. Actually, we are people cut off from our roots. Leaves plucked from the vine of a family or clan… and in a way dried. After the hustle and bustle of the day, sometimes in happiness, sometimes in sadness, we look for a shoulder, even if only for a few minutes. To wet the eyes with the urn. We don’t even have that shoulder! The Ganga of all happiness flows around. All the happiness of cities and metros keeps flickering in the house itself, but there is not that lukewarm sunlight of the village, which one used to get while sitting on the stairs connecting the courtyard to the house. …And those stairs on which mother had once turned a deaf ear while doing mischief, father had scolded me and after all this grandmother had saved me from all the troubles by hiding them in her pallu, now I don’t even remember. Despite the banyan-like shade of happiness, it seems that we are people grown in pots. So to say, here in the cities we have our own society, religion and people who laugh and talk. But social, economic and religious values have been broken like glass vessels. …and their splinters are piercing our feet. These splinters are only visible in the feet, actually, they have pierced our forehead. Our children got the best education and became better people than us, but we could not give them that civilization in which there was hope and neighborliness. Like the brothers at home, there used to be brothers in the neighborhood and those grandparents, who would be the first to rebuke their grandchildren even if we did something wrong. But why did all this happen? If facilities, employment and higher education were available in villages and towns like cities, then why would anyone be cut off from their roots? Today in many countries the villagers are getting better facilities than the city people and also consider themselves superior. But the leaders and governments in India have not given us such an opportunity. No one thinks or does anything. Neither MLA, nor MP, nor minister, nor government. The question arises that why are all these people in such responsible positions? Then the question arises that who makes them win? Only us. Somehow, we are responsible. But we will have to take a pledge that we will no longer do as we have been doing. In fact, in the eyes of the government, NREGA is the key to the development of villages. But this is wrong. Now neither the village will die for NREGA nor will it spend its entire life dependent on labour. He needs all those facilities which are available for cities and city people. And this is also possible. What is needed is willpower. Of an intensity. Made a resolution. There is a need to become Bhagiratha. Who can stop the Ganga from coming here tomorrow for true development? If this happens then we will not have to fear any Hormuz. No one will say not to buy gold. Use less oil. Certainly, when the crisis comes, it will have an impact everywhere, but if the village is with us, if the lifestyle is simple then there will be less worry.
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Navneet Gurjar’s column: When the village is with us, the lifestyle will be simple then there will be less worries.
