Anger



What the fuck is happening? Today, I've heard from Koushik that one of his student died yesterday. I couldn't believe it. I questioned him again to check if it actually happened. Although she was not my direct student, I've taught her Maths as part of 3Rs program in the school last year. I couldn't accept that she died. The cause of death is when she connected a wire from the electric pole towards the switch in her house. Oh, yeah, poverty it is. Apparently, they couldn't afford electricity. And, not just her. This reminds me of my students who come from the villages. I was awestruck at their lives when I visited them last year during Dasara holidays. They have electricity in the same manner, who put up wires in the evenings in the poles nearby. And, the irony for my students villages is they have a reservoir in 10 kilometers distance which produces electricity, but not for them. For Hyderabad. Apparently, people with more importance stay in Hyderabad and not in Dindi. Wow. I'm not denying that people with more work importance stay in Hyderabad, but not important people. People are as similar in Hyderabad as they are in Dindi. But, the whole contention is a 13 year old had tried to get electricity to her house and she died. What does she know? Does she even know what she was doing? Never been more confused with life. The media presents Karunanidhi who wants to stand for elections in his 90s while a student whose teen years just started had expired. Who is to be blamed for this? The education system has failed her. The government has failed her. The society has failed her. We as people failed her. What can be done? What should be done? No clue about this. The inability of people to act and the able people not responding to the crisis is creating more damage. Nothing can bring her back. I couldn't even go and see her. I'm scared of looking at people who died. Not that they would do anything, but that they can't do anything anymore. That's much scarier to realize. I still have to work my way towards death, and I'll do it. But, what about this? 

Location: Hyderabad, India

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