Home Land Securuty for India? What is that? A candy?

I was at the airport of one of the big cities in India, landed at night and was waiting for the baggage to arrive. I was a little bit sleepy and was watching people. Many times it is a good time pass.

I was waiting in the belt for a long time and got little bit irritated. I was seeing few bags have been marked with a chalk with a "v" sign. I do not know what that means, but I presume that the customs officials mark it when they find something fishy on the scanner. I was thinking to myself, we are very good in marking these things in customs and we must have a good idea about what is coming in.

Before I continue my story, I must confess that I am not very clear about the formalities of the customs department. Are they responsible only for the items that are brought in which has a higher commercial value or they are also responsible for any security matters. But here I assume that they are responsible for both.

Ok, now back to the story. The man standing next to me was a foreigner, and beside him was my fellow Indian who was also impatiently waiting for his baggage. He seemed to be well educated and probably living in another country, I can say this because all these kind of people have a look on their face when they look at the fellow countrymen (May be I am judgmental here) for the sake of the story I will call him Mr. India

Well, the foreignere's bag arrived with a "v" sign on it; he took his bag put it on his trolley and started rubbing the mark away. He was looking sheepishly at both of us while he was doing it. Then suddenly Mr. India exclaimed, "Yes, do it well and make sure that you rub it away completely" encouraged by this comment the foreigner had now become bold in doing it.

Then Mr. India spoke again in an understanding manner "I hope you know what that mark is, I suppose you have been here before" for which the foreigner was giving an acknowledging smile.

I could see Mr. India was so proud; he looked at me and nodded his head understandingly. He was so pleased that he gained some brownies with an unknown foreigner; I think he felt like a good soldier who protected his King.

I was having many questions on my mind
1. Why are we so infatuated with pleasing foreigners?
2. What if that bag marked had something which could be detrimental to the security of this nation, do we have a concept of “Homeland Security”. If we are so gullible in pleasing others and make ourselves so vulnerable where are we going with all this? When will we change?
3. In the times of techonological advances why are we still using chalk as a marker? are we that poor?
4. Is education systems in India strongly promotes a worker mentality than social responsibility? or is it education or minset change that we need.

Life

Genesis:

In the beginning who knows what happened. No one gives a damn.

We all care only about the instances we could remember.

You:

As you grow, you look at the things around you and see scattered dots, you try to connect them randomly, all of a sudden a picture unravels in front of you. The picture may not be pleasant to others but it is still a picture you wanted to see. You nurture the picture trying to add few more pieces and covet it, because it is yours.

How many picture frames you have so far? How many patterns? Do we have pictures that aren't pleasant even to us?

Others:

Some times we fail to connect the dots, the picture is ever eluding but someone else comes up with the suggestion on connecting the dots, you have a choice to see it the way it was suggested or you choose to inspire from the suggestion.

Present:

Then you enter in to a never ending debate in you: which one is right? The suggestion or the outcome of your inspiration?

Past:

Sometimes you drop the pictures you have worked hard to connect because it wasn't pleasant anymore, but the suggestion was.

Future:

Some pictures are yet to be unraveled, you wonder does these dots mean anything, you run around look at various pictures of others and try to inspire from them, but you chase the dream of coming up with your own dots, and patterns and finally a picture so original to you.

Then the game is on and it is called "life"

Life:

Some play the game for the sake of it collecting others pictures and forgetting the dots. Some lost in the search of the dots.

Some succeed in creating the picture.

Then you spend time and effort to showcase your picture until a challenging suggestion emerges, then you evaluate and adapt, change.

The picture becomes perfect ever, and you bask in the thought that you are reaching the point of creating your own and ultimate picture.


Death:

It finally hits you that there is no constancy in your pictures and finds that the some part of the pictures are not pleasant, but you do not see the dots or suggestions anymore. You lose the command over the picture the colors are fading.

Then you wonder why the picture is ever changing, it dawns on you that the dots were not on a canvas, but it was on space and time.

In a distance you see a new suggestion, a new picture and all together new set of dots.