Mymusings

 Readers, India has crossed United Kingdom and has become the fifth largest economy in terms of GDP. This is a indeed a huge milestone but netizens, before aggrandizing the milestone let us do a reality check!  So, if you are aware: GDP stands for Gross Domestic Product. It means the total amount of services and goods produced within the boundaries of the country. But have we ever noticed how many stomachs we need to feed from the same profits?  India's population is twenty times more than that of England. So, England is like a small prosperous village but we are like the jam-packed slums surviving on the same produce.  India's GDP has grown, no doubt. But there is little doubt that India's population has grown too aggravating the problem.  If we compare the per capita income of the nations then India is still struggling. India is still at 144th position of the 194 economies. India's unbridled population explosion hasn't let us reach the expected pinnacles of glory.

Dear readers,  I hope you are doing good and are perfectly hale and hearty.  The recent newspaper headlines had a deep impact on me. It kept me thinking.  The indefinite closure of schools has washed away the smiles of so many children. It has eroded their dreams of a good life.Many unknown faces flashed before my eyes and I could feel their tinge of sadness. The number of predicted drop-outs is mind-blogging. This prediction is something that I saw before my own eyes in reality when I visited the market. The number of children hawking and acting as vendors numbed me to the core.  Whom will we blame? We can't blame the parents who sent their kids to schools for mid-day meals so that at least their children get a square meal in a day. Their own meager income is shrinking due to the pandemic. New advents of technology that is being used in education is a costly affair. It not only involves the one-time cost of a device but also the monthly charges of mobile data etc. If one would hav

  Dear readers, This is me penning down my thoughts at the last hour of the present year. Well I can hear the cacophony of beats, music and picture people doing all sorts of celebrations but I choose to reflect on the past. When my whole family is off for a picnic to Puri, I lay down on my couch and the reminiscences of the gone year pays a visit to my pensive inward eye.  People say sweet 16 is all enjoyment but huh? For me it was a period of unwanted transition. It was only March when I was sleeping with my parents but the reality seems to be a distant past. Time is ebbing away like a receding tide that will never return to the shore. I still get smitten when I pass the gate of my old school. Sometimes my soul wanders to the bygone carefree days when I would be eating the roadside manchurian with my boy gang and we would beat our brains to find silly reasons to cover up the reality at home. These things do appear trivial but I only know how my heart fills with pleasure and dances wit