I was passing through my routine exploration of this enigmatic planet when I came across a fact forgotten by our vehement statisticians who love to dissipate facts from fiction in a glorious manner ; this one was good enough to have me surprised and stunned at the same frame.
How many of us realize the roots of the most adorable words chanted so passionately by every individual in our country?
Those eternal phrases have been a part of our mundane lives ever since we were born; taught by parents, instilled by teachers and provoked by many as the anthem of a patriotic who lives to die for his proverbial nation.
Sounds very very encouraging; but have we ever sat to discuss about our roots? Are we at all interested to know where we hail from? Raving about our laurels and battles won on a 15th August would never proclaim us on the map of patriotism (Please read positively as: Fanatics).
The legendary words are extracted from Alama Mohammed Iqbal’s (authentically familiar to this world as Alama Iqbal: One of the greatest and ultimate pioneers of the Islamic community in India) poem, which has unofficially become our country’s national anthem. Those words are uttered by our luminaries at celebrated occasions to depict the face of ‘India’; orators, authors and governments utilize it as an aid to establish the country in a turmoil of acute adversity.
Yet, how many of us are aware of this awesome piece of crucial fact? Oblivion is the word I could use in this scenario of atonement. Do we all realize where we come from? And do we also realize that the soup we are in from a cultural and socio-economic perspective is so self cultivated? Our mirrors are shattered, yet we take immense pride in declaring our images as blemish-less.
The mere greed of nepotism and superficial status has led to the current state of affairs; roots and legacy have taken a back seat. Ignorance and cruel value system has taken center-stage.
Any clue where we are heading towards?? Do we have a vision to progress or are we merely taking all the brilliance of our generations towards a world of nullified galaxies?
I am worried; sorry, I am not. I am famished for a reason to fight and conquer battlefields.