Looking around, we see so much of hatred. So much of doubt. Brother suspects brother of fraternizing with the enemy. The Enemy. Yes, the concept exists.
Where Ubuntu exists as just a flavour of Linux.
Where you have to shout to be heard, for there are millions of others crying out in agony, drowning your cry, and worse, no one hears them, either. For the tympannum of sensitivity and sense have long been ripped apart by continual violence and bloodshed and neglect.
Where distrust is what you feel with a stranger, and most of the times with friends, too. Where you don’t even trust yourself.
Where people are asked how they feel on following the same religion as “terrorists”.
Where a strange-sounding name and appearance is cause for fright and scrutiny at baggage-check.
I wonder if I used to even care about all this a week ago. Still, there comes a time, an experience, which makes you start to. Like walking 2 km and back just to get a passport application. I need permission to get out of my country.
On a different tangent, thank heavens for people like Prof. NS Ramaswamy who insisted on establishing the IIMB campus in Arakere on the then-outskirts than in a centrally-located area. Coz, then, the walk to the post office would have been far worse than 2 km.
Oh, well, the IIMs have long deviated from what they were designed for, but the vision still lives on.