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Who is accountable for all the loss of life and human dignity in this second wave of COVID that could have been managed better?
Of all things that we as a country are going through, what will haunt us the most are the images of dead bodies floating in the Ganga.
The first time it flashed on the news with pics and videos, I didn’t know how to react. All I could think was this is someone’s mother, father, child or brother… I still get a sinking feeling in my heart whenever I come across any news related to the same.
We as a nation were already reeling under the stress of the second wave of COVID and this was something that none of us expected.
I couldn’t help but wonder why someone would do something inhuman like that. Dumping the body of their loved one in the Ganga. Official reports say that these bodies are most likely of COVID patients from villages who passed away and the villagers didn’t have enough money to perform the last rites of their family members.
Now comes the inevitable question, “How did we get here?”
Should we be blaming the poor people in the villages for this or the authorities who didn’t forsee any of this? In the end who is accountable?
People have been lining up for hospitals in the cities and metros. Hospitals are full, the lucky ones who somehow get a bed don’t get oxygen or medicines. There are people who are dying even without a chance to get admitted. There is a queue to get tested, a queue for hospitals, a queue for beds, a queue for oxygen cylinders and medicines and inspite of all this if you still don’t survive there is a queue to get cremated.
Cremation grounds are overflowing. There is a scarcity of wood for the pyre and let’s face it we don’t have that many electric crematoriums in our country (also most people prefer the traditional way). The firewood and gas furnaces have been running continuously day and night without a break that now the metal parts have started to melt.
The people living in villages don’t have the basic knowledge about COVID and its repercussions. They are poor people who survive on farming and don’t spend their day on Facebook, twitter, or reading newspapers. Who has taken the responsibility to educate them?
Most villagers who were interviewed said that their family members got a fever and they passed away. They barely have money for their daily expenses. Combine that with the rising cost of wood, cremations, and their fear of the disease. They don’t have the money to perform the last rites hence they are resorting to dumping bodies in the river. Thousands of people who rely on these rivers now have a risk of being exposed to contaminated water.
I remember when we were kids we used to have continuous ads in newspapers and on television (literally in every break) of polio prevention – so as to ensure everyone’s kids takes the polio drops, and the second ad I remember very vividly was of garbh nirodhak goliyan (oral contraceptives) causing an embarrassment to Indian parents in front of their kids. This was publicised in every remote village through govt campaigns as well.
What I fail to understand is why we don’t have a basic ad on television which is on repeat in every break. Educating people about the below:
This is something that is not unachievable. Please educate the masses. It is the need of the hour.
Recently I had a conversation with my house help and asked her if she’s taken the vaccine, what she said totally baffled me, “Didi aap ko pata nahin kya corona khatam ho gaya.” (Didi don’t you know that corona is over?).
I had to take a couple of minutes to get her back to reality and explain the situation we are in but it did make me realise one thing. I always assumed she understood and realised the gravity of the situation that we are in. Inspite of having access to television and the people whose houses she worked in, she was still total unaware.
The virus will definitely be defeated someday but will we ever be able to get over this? These images will haunt us for generations to come. Can we carry the guilt of not doing enough for our loved ones, not being able to find them a bed or oxygen cylinder, not being able to source Remdesivir, and last of all not being able to give them the dignity and respect even in their death.
Can you ever get over the images of people being eaten by dogs and crows? I have a knot in my stomach while I type this.
High time we question what our priorities are. There are celebrities who are holidaying, the govt is on their own trip, the rich are unaffected and getting richer, the only ones suffering are the poor and middle class who are struggling with unemployment, EMI’s and for oxygen. Do we deserve this?
There is a quote – “Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.” The people who died are in a happy place now and we the people who live struggle with our reality. The reality of the horror we are living in, the reality of the people we have become and the reality of humanity where we struggle everyday to remain HUMAN.
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Neena was the sole caregiver of Amma and though one would think that Amma was dependent on her, Neena felt otherwise.
Neena inhaled the aroma that emanated from the pan and took a deep breath. The aroma of cumin interspersed with butter transported her back to the modest kitchen in her native village. She could picture her father standing in the kitchen wearing his white crisp kurta as he made delectable concoctions for his only daughter.
Neena grew up in a home where both her parents worked together in tandem to keep the house up and running. She had a blissful childhood in her modest two-room house. The house was small but every nook and cranny gave her memories of a lifetime. Neena’s young heart imagined that her life would follow the same cheerful course. But how wrong she was!
When she was sixteen, the catastrophic clutches of destiny snatched away her parents. They passed away in a road accident and Neena was devastated. Relatives thronged her now gloomy house and soon it was decided that she should be married off.
Women today don’t want to be in a partnership that complicates their lives further. They need an equal partner with whom they can figure out life as a team, playing by each other’s strengths.
We all are familiar with that one annoying aunty who is more interested in our marital status than in the dessert counter at a wedding. But these aunties have somehow become obsolete now. Now they are replaced by men we have in our lives. Friends, family, and even work colleagues. It’s the men who are worried about why we are not saying yes to one among their clans. What is wrong with us? Aren’t we scared of dying alone? Like them?
A recent interaction with a guy friend of mine turned sour when he lectured me about how I would regret not getting married at the right time. He lectured that every event in our lives needs to be completed within a certain timeframe set by society else we are doomed. I wasn’t angry. I was just disappointed to realize that annoying aunties are rapidly doubling in our society. And they don’t just appear at weddings or family functions anymore. They are everywhere. They are the real pandemic.
Let’s examine this a little closer.
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