Bharat ek kahani

Batch No. 351

India – A Story 

History is not frozen in a sense that when we recount history the narratives bring back to life instances and people, reliving battles fought, blood split and the very foundation stones where we now put our foothold on.

Now one cannot dispense a story and a storytellers stories which great deeds of heroes and kings, warriors and nobility into people’s hearts. It never fails to captivate and tap into the vast corridors of imagination every one of us has. 

My name is India, unlike you I am huge, I have a vast expansion of land which god created in order to nurture his creation. I have made a ground voyage, from the united mass we once were all together with mother Gondwana Land to the south pole with my sibling Antarctica. I have sailed through oceans and rejoined with elder brother Asia. My beauty is matchless, from the rugged Himalayan rocks to the blissful gangetic plains, the diversified jungles where creatures thrive, to concrete forests where you humans line. I have held you all under my wings live a mother hen gathers her chicks. 

I have stood witnessing to countless men, noble and brave one, whom I take pride in, to epic battles which were fought to own my parts. I have seen countless atrocities all in the name of power and influence. I conquer despite being born with innocence. You humans choose to feed yourselves with instruments and devices, ideologies and selfish thoughts which deeply sadness me. You choose to kill when there is so much meaning in living, never have I seen such wretched creatures in creation. Look at the cheetah even a fully fed cheetah poses no harm to any other when it is not necessary. I gave you life yet you chose to discard it. The trees I grew to give you breath are crying out to me “use to these humans, despicable and unkind, O mother will you not see how ruthlessly they cut us down?” the mighty Ganga whom I bestowed so much responsibility to bring life cries out,

“Woe to these humans, despicable and unkind, O mother do you not care how they pollute the waters through which I am to bring life?”

You see I never meant to hurt you or take you away. Whenever the plates within me collapse the phenomenon you call earthquakes. See I am old and tend to crumble sometime. Whenever cyclones occur I do my best to shelter you, but you already cut down the trees which I established in order to break the wind. You choose to inherit places where my children are playing with elements of wind, water, fire and earth. I try to extend my arms to protect you but you never paid any heed to my warnings. You are my child whom I cherish the most because when god established you he told me that the one which he gifted me, would be to take care of you. We rejoice and celebrated your birth, I know who you are, you are a child deep within who wants to be loved. 

There were times when I almost gave up hope hearing the moaning of creation but then greatness arises out of you once in a while. To every child who plants a tree from someone who nurtures the environment it comforts me and I am assured of the promise God gave me. In fact, when one of your own, Amrita Devi and her villagers stood up for my trees I have decided then that truly greatness and  still lies in every one of you. You have produced so many great characters who stood up and fought for others now I am convinced that you are worth it. There is so much of goodness in you, it just requires a choice to care, I have plenty for everyone there is abundance in my forests, in the rivers and fields to feed every one of you. 

Please take care of me and I promise you the abundance is all yours and yours only. My name is India and this is my story.

“When your blood and bones return to the ground then you will realize that you do not own me neither do I but we are one”