An imagination

A young NRI earning a lakh per month wants to invest in India. He explores his possibilities. After weighing the various possibilities, which included risking it on the stock market and investing in gold, he decides to jump into occupying the empty lands in a supposedly developing place in the outskirts of his city.

His upbringing was one that was of righteousness and imbibed within him, a love for his country. He grew up by learning about corruption and watching movies that explored various perspectives on handling corruption. He tries to apply all the “supposed” values he learnt as a kid and wants to carry out the plot buying procedure in a legal way. (Read- Completely white money.)

His parents, whom he learnt to idolise for their sincerity ever since he was a kid, warn him against it indicating threatens by goons who would not profit if there are transactions in white money. (Read- Complicated hi-tech economics, which I obviously did not understand.) His parents ask him, “When the whole world is doing it, why not you?” The NRI eventually decides to hold steadfast to his morals and decides to postpone his investments, amidst loud protests from his parents.

My thoughts: We all are hypocrites, one way or another. We talk of being against corruption, we enjoy movies, which have the “social” message about the ill effects of black money, throughout our life, we learn to love our country and think of doing anything to give back to it. However, when it comes down to each individual person’s actions, the concept of country takes a back seat. That is how the world runs, and that is how it has been running until now and that is how it will run in the future too (Read- The NRI will eventually let go off his morals and start accumulating black money.) If that is the case, why do we even learn morals, values? Is all the learning and the love for the country a waste?

-An imagination from a confused, future NRI