School bell for P.T (physical training) period rang in a
school. Children of different classes reached the school ground with renewed
energy. They got split out in groups and played different games. One such group
of boys and girls played together building sand castles. They were at least 7
years old.
A small
boy in that group said, “In today’s class, our teacher taught us to draw the
map of India. He even drew small towns
in it! Created streets in those towns and even drew houses in those streets.
Can we also draw like that and play within it? But we should draw big map of
India in sand first. ”
This
new game seemed interesting to them. So they began drawing India on sand.
Marked towns and small houses within it. ‘Child India’ born finally. All the kids
inhabited into the ‘child India’. Before becoming the citizens of child India,
those 40 little citizens of India, were diversified by class, community, money
and lot more things. Upper class Indian, lower class Indian, Hindu child, Muslim
child, Christian child, rich, poor and countlessly diversified. But the
inhabitants of ‘child India’ had no diversifications, both in soul and sand.
The soul thoughts of the citizens of ‘child India’ were the same, undiversified
and innocent.
The
citizens of ‘child India’ made schools in their country. They appointed
teachers. Cultivated crops, and farms, set up trade. They ran families. They were in harmony.
Suddenly
one boy said: "Everything is fine. But we haven’t created police".
A tiny girl innocently replied: “We don’t want police. If we
have police, then we should make people steal”.
They
dropped the idea of police.
The ‘Child Indian society’ was running beautifully in
harmony. But it was time for the school bell.
The time for the
citizens of ‘child India’ to get back to ‘real India’.
*****
Respected politicians and ‘social architects’ of India. Look
at these children quick, before they enter into real India. Learn from them, or
at least don’t poison their pure heart.
At least, let our children live in harmony, in the future.
*****
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