Each state in our country is trying to force a division among the people by insisting on the local language taking prominence. Shop boards have to be displayed in regional languages, and now school studies too. As this happens a nation is getting divided and as English is pushed back, our nation will soon get isolated and lose the great advantage we have now.

The story is told of the most famous elephant in the world -- a huge, beautiful and gentle beast named Bozo. Children extended open palms filled with peanuts for the Indian elephant; who gently plucked them from little hands and seemed to smile as he ate his treats.

This may never happen but a part of my imagination hopes that one day I will be hospitalised for this, so here goes:

“There’s something wrong!” I shout as I pick up my newspapers from the gate, as I do every morning.

“What’s wrong?” asks the wife.

“I have been cheated, swindled, a fraud has taken place!”

A car was honking behind me, “Let him pass!” I told my driver, and my driver quite reluctantly gave way. I smiled as I remembered a story about a doctor who was called one evening for an urgent surgery for a little boy. He answered the call, changed his clothes, reached the hospital in minutes and went directly to the surgery block.  He found the boy's father waiting in the hall for the doctor. On seeing him, the dad yelled: "Why did you take all this time to come? Don't you know that my son's life is in danger? Don't you have any sense of responsibility?"

Friendships made in childhood are invaluable, but quite often I come across old acquaintances who’ve done well in life, not interested in meeting childhood friends who life has dealt with less favourably.

An uncle of mine told me an incident of how when he was a high-ranking officer, he had a childhood friend who was just a truck driver. One day he took his friend, the truck driver, to another officer’s place for a game of Bridge. As they sat down he noticed that the other man seemed distracted, “Anything wrong?” asked my uncle.

What is it that is blinding our people? A bridge that stretches out into the sea, tunnels, metros and bullet trains that cut short travel time and that speak of a new India, equal to the west. They think they see progress.

But is it?

In my recent visit to New York, it was a strange sight I saw. Not just subways, gigantic bridges and lengthy tunnels. Oh yes, they were all there, but what I saw was freedom written on the faces of people.