My 'Home'ly Ambition

I’d like to have your complete attention while reading this page.

Thank you…I’m glad to learn that you folk still respect and value the ideals of a democracy. And yes, speaking of Democracy, what greater embodiment of this can exist than our very own beloved country? India stands tall today as one of the greatest democracies in the world (I know I’m getting clichéd…but read on…)

I am Sameer Dharur, a miniscule constituent of this great land—India, Bharat, Hindustan (Youngistan..?). This country has taught me several things, few of which will go a long way in propelling me to pinnacles of unimaginable proportions. In the words of the country’s most loved youth icon himself,”Agar Kisi Cheez Ko Dil Se Chaaho, Toh Poori Kaynaat Use Tum Se Milane Ki Koshish Mein Lag Jaati Hai.”

For over a decade now, I as a precocious, inquisitive bloke have been an ardent witness to the pinnacles and nadirs this country has sailed past. While the pinnacles brought to me puerile joy, the nadirs left on my mind an indelible stain, one that has actually gone as far as to influencing what I would be doing three decades from now. Even today, as I flip through the pages of my Daily or the elite English news channels and learn painful news of my fellow countrymen indulging wholly in repugnant riots, hapless folk not getting to reach home and taste their cup of Nescafe, it engenders in me a sense of sorrow and thankfully, retaliatory retribution as well. It was on one such morning…to be precise, the rather gloomy morning of the 27^th of November 2008 that I made a resolution to myself--a firm one. One that I promise to adhere to. I resolved to become the Home Minister of my country.

However, one fact has ever evaded my realm of comprehension. WHY DO WE PUT UP THIS FAÇADE OF SAFETY AND SECURITY WHEN IT IS A MERE DREAM IN A SOCIETY DOMINATED BY TRIBULATION? Let’s face it. WE ARE NOT A SAFE AND SECURE COUNTRY. Not with the Gateway of India quite literally an ‘open gateway’ for a dozen Pakistani parasites, not with pugnacious folk looking for ways and means (most oftenly in the pettiest of them) to indulge themselves wholly in mudslinging and gruesome conflicts of the most gadarene kind, not with the average Indian wife living in eternal uncertainty if ever her husband will ring the doorbell that evening and taste her kheer. Not with scarlet haemoglobin spattered across debonair streets of the great cities of this nation. Not with Dark Fridays and Shattering Saturdays happening every other month. Not with torpid response from those responsible each and every time from beneath the lavish arc lamps of television studios. Not with grisly reports, images and simmering obituaries and editorials usurping the cover pages and stories of monthly magazines…

We are in need…in need of a change. One that can restore our motherland to its former glory and retrieve its lost reverence in the global fraternity. One that can assure you, me and the 102.7 crore people that every square centimeter of the 3.28 million square kilometers we inhabit is safe from the threat of danger and genocide. A change for which I’m fully prepared to endure the worst that can be thrown at me in my pursuit to giving my nation its greatest gift. A change you and I can fully believe in.

Folks, I as the to-be Home Minister of India assure you that I will do all that is needed to realize that dream. (No…this doesn’t sound good)

We, as passionate patriots of our motherland, must assure ourselves that WE WILL DO ALL THAT IS REQUIRED to realize that dream and give ourselves yet another reason to proclaim proudly, “Mera Bharat Mahan.”

Thirty years from now, I wouldn’t be writing and delivering homilies to people about my dream. I will ensure that we would be living it.