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This writer has tasted poverty himself and knows well about its different shades. As famous Urdu poet Moin Hasan Jazbi had said - “Rang-e-Sahba aour hai, sahba ki masti aour hai; Khwaab-e-hasti aour hai, tabeer-e-hasti aour hai; Zikr-e-pasti aour hai, ehsas-e-pasti aour hai.” Close transliteration : Color of wine is different than the pleasures of wine. Dreams of existence are different from their fulfillment. To talk about someone who is roughing at the bottom is different than to find himself at the bottom. Someone once said - The poor people have been made to believe that none had snatched away things from them, but it is God Himself who had written wrong luck and destiny for them and they are suffering punishment because of some bad act committed in this life or in some life previous to this life. None is taking responsibility and even the state is silent about the poor and no government could find out the causes of poverty in India and none has proposed methods through which this poverty could be removed from India. The people in democracy could not remove this poverty even after lapse of six decades. Our economy is set in such a way that the poor are becoming more poor and the rich are growing more rich. The poor person has got his own identification because he is condemned to inferiority complex and he is found with folded hands at every place and this is his first recognition. There is only a few centimeter distance between the poor and underprivileged and the following real life stories would reveal what I want to bring home. All in the latest of theatre of life. Srinagar, Kashmir. Curfew for the third day - Carrying a dead baby boy in a cardboard box — his sister Shameema had given birth five days ago but the child died last night — Abdul Majid Dar has been pleading for an ambulance, at least a curfew pass, to take the body home to Dangerpora in Sopore. Not one in the hospital can help — they can’t risk sending an ambulance out of the city without permission. Dar can’t get to the Deputy Commissioner, the officer who issues the curfew pass. So, cradling the cardboard box with the body of the newborn, he waits on a bench in the courtyard of the Lal Ded Hospital in Srinagar, unable to decide what to do next. The curfew, now in its third day, has begun to hit lives across Kashmir. “I wanted to take the baby’s body home for burial. I didn’t get an ambulance. I can’t go in a private vehicle because I don’t have a curfew pass,” said Dar. “Hospital authorities said they can’t spare an ambulance immediately. So I am waiting. What else can I do?” For the delivery, Shameema had to be brought to Lal Ded Hospital, the only maternity hospital in the Valley. Dar said she still doesn’t know that her baby is dead. From Srinagar, let us go to Kanpur. Aman Khan, a Class 2 student, suffered head injuries on July 3 after the iron gate at his home in Shyam Nagar fell on him. His parents tried to take him to a hospital but were allegedly delayed because of traffic restrictions in place in the city for Prime Minister Manmohan Singh’s visit. Prime Minister Manmohan Singh was in Kanpur that day to attend the IIT convocation. Tahadud Hussain Khan, Aman’s father, told the newspaper he tried to take Aman to Regency Hospital in Sarvodaya Nagar, but was delayed because of traffic restrictions. “The police had blocked Grand Trunk Road near Coca-Cola Chauraha, about a kilometre from the hospital,” Khan said. “I pleaded with them to let us pass but they diverted my car towards Nazirabad police station. There was heavy traffic on this route, and it took us nearly 30 minutes to reach Regency. Had they let me through on GT Road, I would have reached the hospital in five minutes.” Khan said that Aman bled to death in the car. “He was declared dead on arrival at the hospital”. Congress spokesperson Manish Tewari called the child’s death an “unfortunate incident” and said the “facts are being ascertained”. Is this the country that Mahatma Gandhi had dreamed for Indians ? If he comes back today what would he make out of the present scenario ?
