When I see people coming
from Australia or US, I always feel sorry for them. More for their children.
Loss of roots. Loss of this
soil. Loss of this air. Loss of a chance to serve on this soil. The calling of
the small privileged class in a vast poor country.
Daughter, "Amma, maybe
they feel sorry for us ! In the physics classes the main discussion used to be
American universities."
"Maybe they wanted to
study and come back."
"No ! Many were very
clear that they wanted to bring up their kids there. Liberation from this
country, was the idea."
All learning, however
erudite, is as ash, when fundamental perspectives of duties and
responsinilities are not instilled. We have been sustained by the labour of
half nourished farmers, and out first duty is clear. No one had maybe even
drawn the children to that thought. Sad.
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