you have witnessed people distributing food products to migrants during COVID 19 lockdown and are really impressed by their generosity write your feeling in the form of DIARY ENTRY in about 150 _200 worda
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We are living in an age of human meanness.
It is almost 50 days since the lockdown was first imposed on March 24. I hear people around me talking in terms of a pre-coronavirus and post-coronavirus world which will be as different as heaven and earth, but I do not subscribe to that view.
For if there is one thing that has emerged clear and sharp in Indian society during the lockdown period, it is the trait of human meanness and utter lack of sensitivity.
It has been said there is nothing permanent except change, but in the context of Indian society, this human meanness is unchanging – it is permanent. Its form and magnitude may vary, but its presence is a given.
The lockdown was immediately followed by the Navaratri. In one of the Whatsapp groups that I just happen to be part of, came the message:
“It appears as if Kaliyuga is over and the age of Satayuga has dawned. There is a pollution-free environment. Also, equality has been achieved – there are no servants anymore, everyone is helping out in household chores in a spirit of togetherness, there is fasting, bhajan-singing and Ramayana recital, and so on.”
This was precisely the period when hundreds and thousands of migrant workers, gripped by hunger and thirst, in fear of a dreaded virus and uncertain future, had descended on the streets of India’s metros in their worn-out slippers and tattered bags, to go back to their villages.
But the responses to those images were peevish, more than anything else:
“These are the same migrants who have not paid a visit to their villages for years together, so why are they not sitting quietly in their homes now? They should have bought rations to last them two months and just sat at home. Why this sudden pang for the village!”
One’s work as a journalist is such that one has to keep abreast of news even if one does not want to. I have lost count of the number of reports concerning the situation of migrant workers that I have read and edited in 50 odd days of lockdown.
Every one of those reports had just one theme, namely the rising challenges in already challenged lives – migrants eking a living by working in small shops and dhabas or as push-cart vendors were told by their employers to “come back when the situation improves.”
With no place to stay and no surety of food they simply started walking. In that milling crowd of migrants at the inter-state bus stand was a child labourer. He was weeping. I doubt if I will be able to forget the sound of his racking sobs.
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