Dear India, What Kind of An Idea Are You?

A Poem by Aruni kashyap

Aruni Kashyap

Aruni Kashyap (born 9 June 1984) is an Indian English writer, from Assam.

He grew up in Guwahati and studied at St. Stephen’s College, Delhi. He works as the Assistant Editor of Yaatra.

Poem Courtesy: Sunday Guardian

Dear India, what kind of an idea are you?
Do you bend at all?
Do you sway at all, trimming your bluish shades? Why are you proud of a 50 year old shame?

Dear India, please do not forget the sweaters women in Assam had knitted,
the ornaments they had donated and do not forget,
that James Bond has killed 150 men and has slept with 44 women since the first movie came out in 1962. That is also an important matter.

Dear India, there were few boats that night,
when people were fleeing Tezpur, feeling betrayed after they’d heard Nehru’s speech.

Dear India, please wake up.
Have some strong Assam tea (Korongoni will do but
I love Golaghat Tea too – you can get it in small
250 gram packets if you don’t want to spend a lot)
and stop glorifying 1962 as it is not the only story.

(Above) A woman cries out as firemen try to save her house following riots in Kokrajhar. (Below) Children in Majuli cross a badly flooded region in a ferry. (Majuli was the worst-affected district in Assam) Photo: UB Photos

Dear India, have you read A Single Man?
Christopher Isherwood’s novel set in November 1962, about a gay man in LA? Have you heard of the book? About the Cuban Missile Crisis? You know, I am a great fan of Lata Mangeshkar. I think she is super cool.

Dear India, In 1962, An American Airlines Boeing 707 crashed on takeoff at New York International Airport after a rudder malfunction caused an uncontrolled roll, resulted in the loss of control of the aircraft and the lossof all life on board
– there are other stories, please read some at least, India.

Dear India : go f*** yourself with your atom bomb,
with your commonwealth games
with your T-3 airport.Dear India, you need an education.

Dear India, why do you make me feel ashamed so often? As if seizing the virginities of fourteen-year olds by Indian soldiers in 90s wasn’t enough.

Dear India, please pack
your bags, and go to school. It is getting late, your Assam tea
will not remain hot forever. Dear India, you might
just miss the bus – have you done your homework? Madam
will make you kneel down in front of the class if it is incomplete. Please do not stick your arms and legs out of the windows of the bus and better
finish your tiffin today: including the bananas.