The remains of Raj and dignity of labour
I have been a morning person all through my life. The morning chirping of birds is my favorite music. The rising sun has always been a source of motivation and positivity for me. Watching the amber ball rising from the darkness at dawn and gaining light and energy in an hour, lends hope. It reminds me the classical poem of legendary Sahir Ludhyanavi “ रात भर का है अंधेरा , किसके रोके रुका है सवेरा” (The darkness is ephemeral, dawn is inevitable). I regularly go for a walk in the morning to listen to my favorite music and look at the rising run. I find it a perfect start to the day. However for few days something has been bothering me. Whenever I go for the morning walk, the security guards posted in our housing society salute me with a distinct display of servitude. They might have been instructed to greet the residents by their managers, but I could distinctly see the subservience in their attitude. The guards tired after struggling with mosquitoes the whole night, rising from...