First impressions of Bihar : As told by Non-Bihari

What am I doing in Bihar? I was born in the North-eastern state of Mizoram, studied in Delhi and Pune, worked in Bombay and Delhi for five years before I came to Patna. In short, I have nothing to do with Bihar.... my only memories of the state are when I passed by on a train to Guwahati and got angry at so many people getting into reserved compartments, and making life hell for long distance passengers like me.

Cut to November 2008- I'm tired of Delhi. Three of my good friends have moved on over the past year or so. I'm looking for a change on the work front too, after three years of reporting in this city. Life on the personal front is not very rosy and I want to move out for a few years.

So I write to my Boss...transfer me to Bangalore, there is a vacancy there. Boss says, I can send you to Patna. I say ok, send me to Patna. Boss says ok.

I tell my parents first- my father is not particularly happy, to say the least. Then I tell my friends, some of them are excited, many are aghast.... arre, what a "good career move" , they say..Koi goli maar dega to kya karega tu ?!!! I say, I'll go there with an open mind...koi goli maarega to kha loonga !

I've been reading about Nitish Kumar's development agenda in newspapers and magazines. Bihar is changing, its becoming better , they say. I want to see for myself.
January 6, 2009, is when I arrive in Patna. By first impressions, it doesn't seem too bad. The roads are wide, there are footpaths, the areas I go through on the way to office seem to be clean....definitely not the third world city I had imagined. Then, a moment of truth from my driver Mustkim. Sir, ye jo road dekh rahe hain aap, ye teen saal pehle tak two lane thi ..... Nitish ne saari illegal dukaanon ko tod diya , aur road ko 6 lane banaya. I can't even imagine, how this road in the heart of the city, could have been two lanes !!!

January 19, 2009 is my first outstation assignment. I have to travel to Supaul, on the Nepal Border, to do a story on the rehabilitation of the Kosi flood victims. I've been told the road is 'good'. I'm prepared for a disaster...the place is 250 kilometres away. Through the journey, I keep on looking out for that ' disaster road' , but I'm disappointed ! The road is not excellent, but is smooth for a larger part of the journey, and the ride is comfortable.

At a Dhaba 80 kms away from Patna , this is what a truck driver tells me " sir, ye jo aap road dekh rahe hain. Ispe chalne main mere to aankh se aansu nikal jaate the !!! main 10 minute truck chalata tha, phir 15 minute rota tha ki kyon Bihar aaya main ! "

Ten days later, I'm sitting in the office of this senior police official who I cannot name. He is rattling off figures about how law and order has improved over the past few years. My face betrays the fact that I'm highly skeptical. He says, "Ok , you don't believe me...come home, speak to my wife. In 1999, I was posted as the IG in xxx ( cant reveal where, sorry !) ..... you know how many times my wife's chain was snatched during my one-year tenure....5 times !!!! Ask my wife !!! One evening, I was going out for a walk ..... my wife simply refused to let me go ! I said, arre, I'm the bloody IG ! She said so what ! I'm the IG's wife, and you could not stop my chain from being snatched ..... I said I'll go out with a bodyguard. She said I have a gut feeling you might come to harm today. So, the IG of the place is stopped from taking a walk because his wife feels it is unsafe for him."

Things have changed now, says the officer, you can go home even at 11 in the night, alone !

I decide to test this. The very next day, I leave office at 11 in the night. I find a lone cycle rickshaw and start chatting with the rickshaw puller. I ask him, have things changed. He says...sir, sach bataun..... I say yes. He says, even four years ago, if you met me at this time of the night, I would have refused to take you anywhere. In fact, you look like a good man, I would have advised you to sleep in your office...someone could have shot you, stabbed you !

I'm not scared. I decide to walk the last kilometer, there are three major intersections , all three are lit, and there is a police gypsy at all three intersections.

The other thing that people say has improved immensely is the state of education. One day in July 2009 , 30,000 primary teachers descend on Patna. They want to storm the Vidhan Sabha, they are angry that they haven't been given permanent posts, they are on contract ...bring us on par with full time teachers, they say. They were recruited by Nitish two years ago .... the police stop them a kilometre away from the Vidhan Sabha. At 2 pm, all hell breaks loose. The teachers break through the barricade, the police break into a lathicharge. I run for dear life !!! When the chaos dies down, my cameraperson offers this pearl of wisdom - arre, the teachers are protesting because they have jobs and are not satisfied...five years ago, there were no jobs, so no protests ! I'm amazed at the logic, but later, when I introspect, it seems to make sense !

Now the disclaimer...

23 July 2009, a woman is stripped in full public view in Patna. Hundred people look on as she is stripped, no one does a thing. There is no cop in sight .... finally after a good 30 minutes of this humiliation , someone intervenes, and the crowd then beats up the boy, and the girl.

16 Aug 2009, a five-year-old girl is "sacrificed" by her uncle, to appease some God.

18 August 2009, a group of students torch four coaches of the Sharamjeevi Express, as the railway cops look on ... the students are angry ..... the cops tried to stop them from entering a air conditioned coach. The students were not authorised to enter that compartment but clearly, the law meant nothing for these students.

I could go on and on, about a girl being dragged out of a train in Chapra, and raped, about another train set on fire by miscreants, about an engineer in Sitamadhi allegedly beaten to death in the premises of the collectorate.

Not very healthy signs for a "changing state". And the perspective that I have offered, is a limited urban one. I haven't touched the issue of the once famous massacres, the caste inequalities in the state etc, the Lalu Yadav factor, how he lost, the once famous criminal politicians of Bihar, most of whom are now in jail. But then perhaps, 6 months is too short a time to get a perspective on these things.

More on this will follow later. So has Bihar changed? I'm yet to make up my mind.

[b] So what about you ... what you think ?? Is bihar really changing ??

Pooja Gupta : Miss India - World !!

This is story as published in TOI about the life-struugle of Pooja Gupta and her mother, one of the most-touching story i ever came across, may lord give same strength to all of us and i feel pity for his father, such a bas**** .


Neera Chopra lived through abuse, poverty and some tough choices to make her once-unwanted girl child, Pooja Chopra, the Pantaloons Femina Miss India-World she is today.

I don’t know where to begin... they were terrible times. My husband was well-placed, but the marriage had begun to sink almost as soon as it began. Like most women do, I tried to work against all the odds .

My in-laws insisted everything would be alright if I had a son. My first child was a daughter, and that didn’t do me any good... but I couldn’t walk out. I had lost my father, my brother was in a not-so-senior position in Bata. I didn’t want to be a burden on my family and continued to live in my marital home in Kolkata.

I looked after my mother-inlaw, who was suffering from cancer, and while bathing her, I would tell myself she would bless me and put things right.

I don’t know how I tolerated it all. The least a man can do, if he must philander, is to not flaunt his women in his wife’s face. Then began the manhandling. I still wanted my marriage to survive. I was a pure vegetarian and learnt to cook non-vegetarian delicacies thinking it would please him.

Then, I was pregnant again. When Pooja was eight months in my womb, my husband brought a girl to the house and announced he would marry her. I thought of killing myself. I hung on the slight hope that if the baby was a boy, my marriage could be saved.

When Pooja was born a girl, for three days, nobody came to the hospital. There was a squadron leader’s wife on the opposite bed, who was kind enough to give me baby clothes for Pooja to wear. When she was 20 days old, I had to make a choice. I left the house with my girls — Pooja and Shubra, who was seven then. I haven’t seen my husband since. I promised myself, even if we had just one roti, we would share it, but together.

I began life in Mumbai with the support of my mother, brother, who was by then married. It wasn’t the ideal situation, especially when he had children — space, money, everything was short. I began work at the Taj Colaba and got my own place. How did I manage? Truth be told, I would put a chatai on the floor, leave two glasses of milk and some food, and bolt the door from outside before going to work. I would leave the key with the neighbours and tell the kids to shout out to them when it was time to leave for school.

Their tiny hands would do homework on their own, feed themselves on days that I worked late. My elder daughter Shubhra would make Pooja do her corrections... This is how they grew up. At a birthday party, Pooja would not eat her piece of cake, but pack it and bring it home to share with her sister. When Shubhra started working, she would skip lunch and pack a chicken sandwich that she would slip in her sister’s lunchbox the next day.

I used to pray, “God, punish me for my karma, but not my innocent little kids. Please let me provide them the basics.” I used to struggle for shoes, socks, uniforms. I was living in Bangur Nagar, Goregaon. Pooja would walk four bus stops down to the St Thomas Academy. Then, too little to cross the road, she would ask a passerby to help her. I had to save the bus money to be able to put some milk in their bodies.

Life began to change when I got a job for Rs 6,000 at the then Goa Penta. Mr Chhabra, the owner, and his wife, were kind enough to provide a loan for me. I sent my daughters to my sister’s house in Pune, with my mother as support. I spent four years working in Goa while I saved to buy a small one-bedroom house in Pune (where the family still lives). I would work 16-18 hours a day, not even taking weekly offs to accumulate leave and visit my daughters three or four times a year.

Once I bought my house and found a job in Pune, life began to settle. I worked in Hotel Blue Diamond for a year and then finally joined Mainland China — which changed my life. The consideration of the team and management brought me the stability to bring them up, despite late hours and the travelling a hotelier must do.

Shubhra got a job in Hotel Blue Diamond, being the youngest employee there while still in college, and managed to finish her Masters in commerce and her BBM. Today, she is married to a sweet Catholic boy who is in the Merchant Navy and has a sweet daughter.

I continue to finish my day job and come home and take tuitions, as I have done for all these years. I also do all my household chores myself.

Through the years, Shubhra has been my anchor and Pooja, the rock. Pooja’s tiny hands have wiped away my tears when I broke down. She has stood up for me, when I couldn’t speak for myself. Academically brilliant, she participated in all extra-curricular activities. When she needed high heels to model in, she did odd shows and bought them for herself.

When I saw Pooja give her speech on TV, I knew it came from her heart. I could see the twinkle in her eye. And I thought to myself as she won “My God, this is my little girl.” God was trying to tell me something.

Today, I’ve no regrets. I believe every cloud has a silver lining. As a mother, I’ve done nothing great.

‘I won due to my mother’s karma’

Pantaloons Femina Miss India Pooja Chopra’s mother promised ‘One day, this girl will make me proud’. Pooja speaks on fulfilling that promise... When I was 20 days old, my mother was asked to make a choice. It was either me — a girl child, or her husband. She chose me. As she walked out she turned around and told her husband, ‘One day, this girl will make me proud’. That day has come. Her husband went on to marry a woman who gave him two sons. Today, as I stand here a Miss India, I don’t even know if my father knows that it is me, his daughter, who has set out to conquer the world, a crown on my head. Our lives have not been easy, least so for my mother. Financially, emotionally, she struggled to stay afloat, to keep her job and yet allow us to be the best that we could be. I was given only one condition when I started modelling — my grades wouldn’t drop.

All the girls in the pageant worked hard, but my edge was my mother’s sacrifice, her karma. Today, when people call to congratulate me, it’s not me they pay tribute to, but to her life and her struggle. She’s the true Woman of Substance. She is my light, my mentor, my driving force. My win was merely God’s way of compensating her.

Is Bihar Changing ??

As our Vehicle zooms through the highway from Jehanabad to Gaya at night, driver Sachin says, "During Lalu Prasad's regime, I would not have brought my car on this road. It was so bad!"

The local person, Prakash Jha, adds: "I would also not have advised you to travel on this road at this time during Lalu's rule. You would have definitely fallen prey to dacoits."

From rickshaw-puller Sitaram Bhagat at Patna's Fraser Road to Harindar Rai of Banbira village in Jehanabad district, from agriculturist landlords to workers at the Bahujan Samaj Party office, poll-bound Bihar's common ringtone is: Nitish Kumar's government is working.

People across the state talk about two major changes since Kumar took charge as the chief minister on November 24, 2005, ending the 15-year rule of the Rashtriya Janata Dal -- better roads and improved law and order situation.

NK Rai, an agriculturist in Patna, echoes the same sentiment, "It is 9 pm and my wife has gone to the market. In Lalu's regime, I wouldn't have allowed her to step out after sunset. We don't expect the state to change overnight. But there should be some visible efforts to change it."

Till November 2008, 10,311 policemen were recruited in Bihar during the National Democratic Allaince government's rule. Murder cases have come down from 3,519 in 2001 to 2,286 in 2008 (till September). Incidents of robbery have also come down from 1,293 to 491 during the same period. Besides, kidnapping, which earned the ill-reputation of "cottage industry" during Prasad's regime, is down from 385 to just 42 cases in this period, according to the government's "Report Card 2008".

Shaibal Gupta, member-secretary of the Asian Development Research Institute explains the reason behind improved governance. "The number of convictions in criminal cases has increased. Nitish initially emphasised the Arms Act cases. The law says employees can be witnesses, and so there is less chance of witnesses turning hostile in courts."

Rajkumar, another rickshaw-puller in Patna, feels the difference in his daily life. "Earlier we used to go back home by 8-9 pm. Now we can ply rickshaws till 11 in the night."

While these initiatives have earned him goodwill, Nitish Kumar is yet to deliver on some key areas. "The Land Reforms Commission was constituted in 2006. The report has been submitted but no action has been taken yet. Updating of land records, too, has not taken place," says Gupta.

Riding high on this feel-good factor, the chief minister spends more time focussing on the state's overall development, rather than attacking his political opponents. He even mooted the idea of "having the state and the Lok Sabha elections only once in five years because elections every year hamper development work."

His detractors like Left candidates complain that only select districts are benefiting from the development, but they are unable to deny improvement. RJD supremo Lalu Prasad might attack him for helping the BJP and other issues, but he, too, says nothing about the law and order situation. The power situation, however, remains a matter of discontent.

While Kumar's 'Report Card' has a separate section on power and mentions the new power projects that have been cleared, most hotels in Patna switch off air-conditioners from 3 am to 6 am to "refill the generators".

Kumar has often told his political friends how he is keeping the BJP as marginal as possible in the state, while he offers sops for minorities one after another. He has introduced free vocational training schemes for girls from minority communities. Another scheme "Talimi Markaj" has been introduced to provide primary education to poorer and low caste minorities.

Among Kumar's other achievements are the upgrade of 2,955 km of state highways, currently in progress. This apart, upgrade of 620 km of big district roads have been completed, and construction of 701 km of national highway already done. For national highways too, the chief minister claims credit. "Why were these not done before I came? I took initiative to bring these projects," he says.

The chief minister's 48-page report card boasts of many more schemes of development. But several of these, according to political opponents, are yet to take off effectively.

But even in the Bheriwahi village of Madhubani district, sitting by a dilapidated stretch of road, Irfan Ahmed talks about new government job opportunities. In the campaigns, Kumar's Janata Dal (United) harps on the recruitment of over 80,000 primary teachers as a key achievement of the government.

Labourers at NK Rai's farm say, "Beti aur vote dusri jaat mein nehin diya jaata."( there are two things you cannot share with another caste: your daughter and your vote). But there is also Harindar Rai, a Yadav, who says, "A Yadav will not always vote for a Yadav. If a Yadav is dacoit, should I vote for him?" His companion Laddu Das adds, "We will vote for the person who has the best chance of winning. If a candidate doesn't win, how will he be able to work for us?"

You Can think that Bihar has not changed much but there is a base now for change and I'm sure few years down the line and we will be up and rocking.

JAI BIHAR !! JAI BHARAT

Someday !!

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Someday we gonna rise up on that wind you know
Someday we gonna dance with those lions
Someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep on flyin'

They tellin' me it's all good just wait
You know you're gonna be there someday
Sippin' on Jim Beam ok
Gotta get these things one day
Till then do another line you know
Searching for that other high
Stop or I gotta steal then steal
Kill or I'm gonna be killed
I got a sack in my pocket
Conscious yellin' drop it
You know we're gonna lose it someday
And we tryin' to hold it all together but the devil is too clever so
I'm gonna die you gonna die we gonna die Someday one day I said '

Someday we gonna rise up on the wind you know
Someday we gonna dance with those lions
Someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep on flyin'

Try to lie but it ain't me Ain't me
Try to look but I can't see
Can't stop right now cause I'm too far and I can't keep goin' cause it's too hard
In the day in the night it's the same thing
On the field on the block it's the same game
On the real if you stop then it's no pain but if you can't feel pain then it's no gain
Rearrange and you change and it's all bad and you try to maintain but you fall back
And you crawl and you slip and you slide down
Wanna make it to the top better start now
So I hold my soul and I die hard
All alone in the night in the graveyard
Someday one day I'm gonna be free and they won't try to kill me for being me '

Someday we gonna rise up on that wind you know
Someday we gonna dance with those lions
Someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep on flyin'

If you know how this is
Gonna see it's not that easy
Don't stop get it till it's done
From where you are or have begun
I said keep on try a little harder to see everything you need to be
Believe in your dreams
That you see when you're asleep

Someday we gonna rise up on that wind you know
Someday we gonna dance with those lions
Someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep on flyin' !!

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A song that's close to my heart, feel the words and I'm sure it will bring a change in your day !!

Someday original Version Video !!

2008 : A year to celebrate game called Life

So that's the end of what i can say 366 days of learning and living. Not often I'm seen flying high ....
As expected year started on a sour note ... expected better grades from 5th sem (especially coz of efforts done) but again that magic figure of 9 was far away.

But as i always say, a failure is not a failure untill you learn lessons out of it, that day i decided to work with better vision to reach that mark. But then the much expected gift, got my baby "Hunk-Hero Honda Marvel" through the pocket of my brother. But then the month of January passed down with the grief of shocking performance in Placement-mocks, it seemed like all is lost but again with motivations from seniors,friends and family I was all ready to rediscover myself.

Then it was all usual semester routine and somewhere in between the news of joining date of my sister, we all celebrated that day like its a new beginning. April passed adding another year to my fast growing age, I was an adult now or better to say eligible bachelor but still searching the lady luck.

Somewhere I was not satisfied with my Placement preparations and then the expectations of better grade, gave my final exams with full zeal only to be lost in the game of "Artifical Intelligence" where the Numero Uno grade was lost by 1 mark and so is the gradeline.

Then there was grueling 60 days of Placement prep ...

But who knew that amid these dark days there will be a beam of light that will change my life's course forever. July was on corner, Campus-Recruitment started with bang but my expectations was on sweet August. As expected Yahoo,Net app,Adobe all three giants came n went.

Then it was 22nd July, Cisco was in campus ... nothing was on stake thus null to loose.
I gave the written with keeping God in brain n leaving all aside, that night rather morning... my door was knocked yet again ... there was Arihant with the result of written. I was through, finally a ray of light, it was already 2'o clock in morning so 6 hrs and loads to be revised.

Time was running out so was my patience, then followed the long wait to interviews ... it was only in evening that my turn came.
It was gud more than wot i had expected, cool n chilled i was so were they. And then the stroke of results, finally the wait was over, good news came through and who knew it was going to be the best day ever ... yaa I'm through Cisco. Then it was a week full of celebrations.

But then again there is lots of other thing in life that keeps you busy, sometimes takes a toll on you. All was well with me but not much was well with India and the world, recession was spreading like an epidemic. Day by day big giants were giving up to this epidemic and then it was novemeber, as usual a month which brings along that chill cold. Funny it is, the hazy morning and Icy winds, they always try to wake you up with whispers but you never want to leave that cozy bed.

Admist all this arrived the day of terror, 26th Nov 2008. A day which none of us can forget, our very symbol of prosperity was hit .. Mumbai was again under the dark clouds of terror. 70 hours of bloodbath and then the heroic of NSG commando. Mumbai was recollected but at a cost which will hold its forte for long in the history logs.

That's why i always say ..

"I get knocked down ..But I get up again.. You are never going to Keep me down !! This is what INDIA means to me ... !!"

Life was back on track but anger was not gone, after all how long one can stand still seeing so much trauma. Still till this very date all options are open and I'm sure we will teach those bastards a lesson to be remembered.

So this may be tragic end to a very challenging year which was won by me and I'm sure would be won by my country too !!

Adieu !! Dada of Cricket ....

There are many players in the International Cricket who can time the ball,Hit through the line,Come down the Track,Play elegantly.But when it comes to Off-side there is no one to Superimpose Saurav Ganguly (The Prince of Calcutta or DADA).Dada made his Test Debut against England at “The Grandiloquent LORD’S” the English Batsman batted first and Scored a Mammoth 344 and in that innings it all Happened that Nasser Hussain became Ganguly’s first Test Victim and then Jack Russel(The wicketkeeper during that time) of England Played a Brilliant and superlative Knock to make England reach that Score of 344..Then Came the Men in Blue in White Uniforms->It was a early setback for the Indians when Rathour went cheaply of Cork’s Bowling and this Brought the Legend to the Crease remember this was his Debut and he was Confident and Strong at the Crease like a Sergeant in the Beat House and he was Comfortable with Mullaly and Cork ->The Wicket Machines Of England during that era..And He Drove the Ball with ease through the Off-Side and Timed the Ball well Straight down the Ground and was never looking tensile ..And then one of the Closest Friend and his Team mate Rahul Dravid Joined him and they Both had an 100 Partnership in which Ganguly’s heroics were exposed and after some years Rahul Dravid told in one of the Interviews “On the off-side, first there is God, then there is Ganguly“..Who can forget his Timely Knock at the Dhaka in the Finals against Pakistan (The Hrishikesh Kanitkar’s Last Ball Boundary) and his Innings Against Sri Lanka at Taunton which made him the First Indian to cross 180+ Score in World Cup Matches/International ODI..

And then the man was honored with the Captaincy of INDIAN Cricket on 10th Nov 2000 and there also this man of guts was bold enough to go for unusual experimentation. Who can forget his aggressiveness on field, his rotation policy of bowlers, opportunity on offering for new talent be it Sehwag or Yuvraj. Even his records speak a ton for him, he has been the "Best Indian Captain" so far. Truely speaking, dada was the magic wand which taught Men in Blue to believe in themselves and see what he did, India which rarely won any series outside went on to Tie series with Kangaroos and defeated England, South Africa, west-Indies, Pakistan in their own soil.

And as they say "Always there will be people to pull your legs when you are riding those staircases to top". Same had to happen with dada also, the man whom he always trusted went against him (Greg Chappel) and since then dada had his falls.
But how long a tiger like him can be caged, he was back that too with a bang and it was also dubbed as one of the finest comeback and here is the man retiring gracefully with a series of contribution to Indian Cricket.

Dada you may gone out of field but Your classic shots, those huge sixes, that Chest-baring show @Lords and many more heroics that you crafted during your carrer will be their in our heart forever. So here I'm bidding my own course of adieu to this Real Legend !!

It happens only in India !!

An old story:

The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter.The Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the Ant is warm and well fed.The Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.

Indian version:

The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter.The Grasshopper thinks the Ant's a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.

Come winter, the shivering Grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the Ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.

NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering Grasshopper next to a video of the Ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.
The world is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this poor Grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the Ant's house.
Medha Patkar goes on a fast along with other Grasshoppers demanding that the Grasshoppers be relocated to warmer climates during winter.

Amnesty International and Kofi Annan criticize the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the Grasshopper.The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support for the Grasshopper (many promising Heaven and Everlasting Peace for prompt support as against the wrath of God for non-compliance).

Opposition MPs stage a walkout. Left parties call for 'Bengal Bandh' in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a judicial enquiry.
CPM in Kerala immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among Ants and Grasshoppers.
Lalu Prasad allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath'.

Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the 'Prevention of Terrorism against Grasshoppers Act' [POTAGA], with effect from the beginning of the winter.
Arjun Singh makes 'Special Reservation' for Grasshoppers in Educational Institutions and in Government Services.

Arundhati Roy calls it 'a Triumph of Justice'.
Lalu calls it 'Socialistic Justice'.
CPM calls it the 'Revolutionary Resurgence of the Downtrodden'.
Kofi Annan invites the Grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly.

Many years later...

The Ant has since migrated to another country and set up a multi-billion dollar company,1000s of Grasshoppers still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere in India,
And
As a result of losing lot of hard working Ants and feeding the grasshoppers,
India is still a developing country…!!!

Now the Big Question ....?

Can we change the system? India is making good progress in spite of the grasshoppers and their sympathizers with a few ants that remain but we can accelerate it’s growth tremendously if we weed out the grasshopper sympathizers and their grasshoppers from among us.