“Be a Lion in your homeland, spit and shit anywhere you want” aka “Civic sense in India” aka “Heaven is here” – Part 3


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Myself By T.V. Antony Raj

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“Be a Lion in your homeland, spit and shit anywhere you want” aka “Civic sense in India” aka “Heaven is here” - Part 3:  Keeping your surrounding clean is a sin. 

Heaven is here

Heaven is here. Keeping your surrounding clean is a sin.

After living and working for three years in US, my young friend Joe is now back in India. The emails he sent me prompted me to write a series of articles titled “Be a Lion in your homeland, spit and shit anywhere you want” aka “Civic sense in India” aka “Heaven is here”.

This is Part 3: Keeping your surrounding clean is a sin.

Dear Uncle Raj,

Greetings from Joe!

This morning around 6 a.m., the train stopped at Katpadi station for a long halt. My hunger kicked me out to buy something to eat to break my fast.

I walked on the platform towards the engine and found a stall where I bought a bottle of mango juice and a pack of breakfast neatly packed in a paper carton box with silver foiled coating. It had 3 idlis and 1 small vada, accompanied by sambar and a mint chutney.

I rushed to my coach, closed the screens on my coupe and started gobbling them, unsure of the taste, but to tackle my growling tummy. The sambar although sucked, the mint chutney definitely needs a great mention.

When I was done, it was time to trash it.

I searched thro’ the compartment for a trash-can or a bin, but failed in vain.

I went into the toilet and there was no bin.

I got down on the platform, walked around like a vagabond searching for a bin/trash-can.

Walked thro’ front and back along-side the train in-search of a trash-can, but failed again in vain.

At last, I was forced to throw my trash on the adjoining track, which was already a trash-dump.

I felt awkward and humiliated. I had no other option. I returned to my seat. 

Now, people in India are bent on globalization. They are emulating US and the European countries, by changing their culture and habits. Indians now eat at KFCs & McD’s, wear Hugo Boss & Gucci, drive Mercedes, BMW, Porsche & Maserati; but are not worried about their civic responsibilities, and do not have to the inclination to keep their environment clean and hygienic.

Is enforcement needed to tell us not to spit, shit, and litter anywhere we like, especially in public places?

When I look around here in India – be it a village, a town, a city, or a metro – I see nothing but heaps and mountains of trash. Here, one is free to throw whatever garbage wherever and whenever. It is the done thing. To many, keeping one’s surrounding clean seems to be a sin. 

I’m honestly doubtful if India could attract tourists from other countries with such a slovenly begrimed environment. If US was dumped like a dumpster (as India is portrayed here by me), will our NRI folks stay for long over there?

I’m feeling more stressed-out in the last couple of days after coming here with all these happening around me.

If only there is a sense of civic duty in everyone’s mind and if basic amenities as simple as a trash can be provided in public places then we can truthfully say, “Heaven is here… in India.”

Love & Prayers

Joe

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“Be a Lion in your homeland, spit and shit anywhere you want” aka “Civic sense in India” aka “Heaven is here” – Part 2


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Myself By T.V. Antony Raj

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“Be a Lion in your homeland, spit and shit anywhere you want” aka “Civic sense in India” aka “Heaven is here” - Part 2: Clamped hands

After living and working for three years in US, my young friend Joe is now back in India. The emails he sent me prompted me to write a series of articles titled “Be a Lion in your homeland, spit and shit anywhere you want” aka “Civic sense in India” aka “Heaven is here”.

This is Part 2: Clamped hands

Dear Uncle Raj,

Greetings from Joe!

I’m writing this email to share my experiences with you on how one’s hands are clamped from being more responsible towards one’s civic duty and feel ashamed about the same.

Last night after having checked-out from the hotel in Singasandra, Bengaluru, I was on a cab towards Yevantpur station to board my train back to Chennai.

A few kms after we left the hotel on the road, there was an accident scene. A motorist hit and run by some vehicle.

People surrounded, watching and gazing as to how the fellow-human being is gonna pass-away. I could hardly make out the age of the victim, but I could see the nerves from his hands and body throwing his entire body from the ground to a li’l above seeking help.

I asked the cab driver, if he could call the ambulance or do something, who in turn responded, “Sir, these things happen quiet normal every day. so nothing to worry, someone will take care of him”.

I was shocked on one hand but felt more shameful on the other hand that I felt so helpless in the situation. I couldn’t walk out of my comfort zone to hop off the car and help him too, as I was on the rush to the train station to board the train.

The car had to take a detour (basically a long u-turn after a mile and a half), whilst still I looked-out thro’ the window to see if the victim sought some help, but couldn’t make out what happened…

If only there was civic sense, that poor victim of the accident would have immediately been taken by medical services.

Love & Prayers

Joe

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Myself . By T.V. Antony Raj

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“Be a Lion in your homeland, spit and shit anywhere you want” aka “Civic sense in India” aka “Heaven is here” - Part 1: My young friend is now back in India after living for 3 years in US.

Yes. Just do it.

Yes. Just do it.

After living and working for three years in US, my young friend Joe is now back in India. The emails he sent me prompted me to write a series of articles titled “Be a Lion in your homeland, spit and shit anywhere you want” aka “Civic sense in India” aka “Heaven is here” .

My article “Better to be a Lion…” posted on March 27, 2012 has been viewed 2,800 times so far. If you haven’t read it then please do so. You will find it interesting.

I received this mail 9 days ago and I have reproduced it here after relieving it of certain personal messages. Here it is.

Dear Uncle Raj,

Greetings from Joe.

At the outset, let me convey the fact that I miss you all. There has never been a day or moment that I felt away from my own family when I was there with you all.

I’ve been trying to have a facetime with you all to see and talk to you folks, but haven’t been much successful. It’s either the internet connection or my pre-occupation with things that need be taken care over here.

Howz Aunty doing?…. you both make a great pair and have always been a great role model for us all. I’ll await to receive you both in Chennai. Please share with Aunty that I’m reminded of her “Achaar” and also let her know that Grills and Kababs are waiting for her in Chennai.

Uncle, Chennai’s heat wasn’t a piece of cake for me. The amount of pollution and dust and especially the nasty fowl pungent odour which I sailed thro‘ in Chennai Central railway station to board Shatabdi to Bengaluru … People are still the same.

Spitting, shitting and littering all around.

No traffic sense, no civic sense, no respect for a fellow-human.

I’m getting boiled going thro‘ all these, however, I’m trying to turn my ears a li’l deaf and my eyes a li’l blind to keep myself off from all these.

I’m unable to read your articles these days, coz scarce internet connectivity. I have an Airtel 3G data card with which I’m writing this email while on the train to Bengaluru.

Hope all is well with you. Keep writing.

Love & Prayers

Joe