Truly Swadesh

Docked in a 3 wheeler luggage Auto-rikshaw, sorrounded by people (villagers) all standing, dressed in their choice of garments, speeding ahead cutting the wind blowing right to your face, hopping at the brakes, at humps and those ditches on the un-well roads of India, i really am proud of my country and its rich varied-heritage. I can't comprehed much of what these people are speaking but just remember - "Guttaito bandilwa madi kudi ila naanu bani swalpa.... ". Well that was not a complete sentence but a discrete collection of Kannada words I could recollect. These were people from the labour classes and it amazes me how they comprehend things, their course and the way they lead their lives. So strange .... i might have been lucky to have my office at the Mysore city and me staying at the Mandya paper mill colony, which gave me a chance to have an open-hood-autorikshaw ride and of course brought me so close to these men-women and learn how they think.

On one side I see the beautiful ladies and handsome young men working at INFOSYS, which i pass by everyday and on the other i see me being sorrounded by people from the labour class, so filthy, so stinky, not so handsome but with a belief, a desire, a tension, an urge to work and lead.

On one side there is the awesome mega-bluiy INFY building they call it ... hmm i don't know and on the other hand-crafted small thatched huts ... equally cool and awesome piece of structure.

Perhaps the song "Shola hai ya bijuriya .. dil ki bajariya .. " defines it.

Baby this is INDIA ... my country.