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Mere Desh ki Dharti (The Soil Of My Land)

Mere Desh ki dharti sona ughle,
Ughle hirae-moti,
Mere Desh ki Dharti...

So goes the famous patriotic song of India.

Just imagine if the soil of my land did overflow with gold and jewels, how would life be back in India?


THE NEW YORK TIMES
India, 2012:
Reports suggest that India's stock exchange will soon shut shop. This news came as a shock not only to United States but also to the rest of the world.
However, sources in India suggest that this is in the best interest of the Indian industrialists, as they now wish to employ their capital assets in purchase and sale of gem stones and gold, reportedly found unclaimed in many parts of rural India.



Within months after the surprising discovery of precious gems and jewels on Indian soil, graphs showing rural development would appear like steep mountains from its valley.

People would be paid with gold coins, pearls in oysters and diamonds embedded in platinum rings.

Our parliament house in Delhi would become our new Taj Mahal with fine jewels glittering in the Summer's sunshine. The Taj Mahal hotel of Mumbai would continue being the Taj; however it's guests would be greeted with jewellery sets.

All metropolitan cities, of this day, would become abodes of international trade. But what would we trade the jewels for? Oil? Technology? We wouldn't need that anymore.

In such a scenario, we would have to trade jewels for clothes, spices, food grains and building material. What an unfair deal that would be!

However we would resort to this option; to feed hungry stomachs, to shelter roofless heads and to cover bare bodies.



If the soil of my land would overflow with precious jewels, we all would have sacks full of money, but no means, good enough, to spend it.

If the soil of my land would overflow with gold and diamonds, the face of my nation would definitely change, not for the better but for the worse.

If the soil of my nation would overflow with pearls, I would lose the nation I'd always known.
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  1. Beyond HorizonDecember 1, 2010 at 5:40 PM

    Thoughtful post...
    if d song wud b true in dis era then poverty ratio wud b really low...unlike now wer only few pockets r overflowing...

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