A race trends in this world; a race for money. Whatsoever place you go, whatsoever work you think to do, money speaks a lot in that. This raises corruption. This raises ill thoughts for money.
Let me explain you by connecting this issue with Prathesh. Coming from a poor family background, Prathesh earns his money for education through a shop where he works along with studying. The shop was the only contribution left by his parents when they left his world long back. He works and studies simultaneously.
Being a student with quite good amount of gray cells, he progresses in his studies and scholarships he earned adds a helping hand to reduce his struggle. Consider his misfortune or an ill fate, his shop crushes down. The shop was the only source through which he earned his bread and that too is now in ruins.
The shop has its insurance. Prathesh wastes not a second in claiming for the insurance from insurance company. He is welcomed in the world of corruption. Aha! He runs from door to door, desk to desk but all he gets is the waste of time and the loss of his energy. He notices a thing that some people throw bundles of money on the desk and they get the work readily. He understands the monopoly. He understands the corruption. He resists digesting the fact that corruption is an inseparable part of the process in order to get any work done.
He proceeds towards the police station to register a complaint. He takes a sigh of relief assuming he would get justice. But his senses gave him the wrong prediction. He smells in the air of corruption. The insurance company bribed the police and thus it led Prathesh all the way in the ocean of despair. Not even the police, who are meant to serve the public, serve him. The system is just too perplexing for him to accept.
What he now thinks is to be a cynosure so that public can be aware of how the system is polluted. He approaches the police station and again gives an attempt to convince the police too politely. Rude response and misuse of power is all that he gains in return. His saturation point is now crossed. He assaults the policeman. His assault quite acceptable is seen quietly by people. The other officers catch hold of him and put him behind the bars.
Too hidebound in his attitude, Prathesh has all the rage against the evil stuff of the society. He gets the bail with the help of his friend.
This doesn’t mean that the volcano in him is now dead. It is still rising. He thinks to leave no stone unturned to eradicate corruption.
He organizes a small campaign to spread awareness about anti-corruption in the society. But it is universal fact that if any person has some pure intentions to spread on the society, there are millions who raise their voices against him as this fact hit him too. He is called upon by the local politicians over there and the police blaming him for setting up a campaign which is worthless and spreading wrong messages against the politicians. What those rebellions receive is an attack from Prathesh. He now enters the trap of no escape. He is again put in jail. This time no bail for him as he also abuses the police verbally. A case is filed against him.
He puts his head in his hands, “Is this all I get for doing something that is right?” he contemplates.
When he is presented in the court, he loses the cases. Well, it is not in his field of awareness but even the judge was bribed. Hell lot of corruption, isn’t it? Prathesh now takes it as the limit of insanity. He realizes that goodness will lead him to nowhere. The matter is now word of a mouth in the society. People pay sympathy for him sitting behind the electronic box but none raised a voice in support of him.
Here, Prathesh is on the verge on giving up. A boy from a poor family, nothing in his backup is fighting against the powerful, rich officers. He sees the path as the path with no end.
He loses everything. Even the bit of hope he had. Where will he go and complain as every person in his eyes was now a corrupt! He gives up. He gives up his future, he gives up his life.
Everyone out there is aware who is at guilt behind all this. The police tries to defend himself saying that he (Prathesh) realized his mistake and due to feeling of guilt, he quitted.
The voice of his noble deed echoed throughout the country. People in various cities organize candle marches. Yeah. This is the cycle. Something wrong happens, people grieve, candle marches are organized, and they gradually forget. Again, there is some news like this within few days. The cycle continues but till when.
There are people who live and get their work done easily by corruption. Those who stand against corruption are suppressed upon by the power of money. Sitting down there on cushion and repenting, feeling sorry is just piffle. The worst part is that the youth who can bring the revolutionary change in the entire nation is going with the flow of corruption. Nothing is going to happen sitting there and just feel sorry. When there is something wrong, we need to speak. I know it is true in our nation that if a man stands alone, he doesn’t stand for much time. We know the fact very well, but if someone dares to stands, it is the duty of the society of people to support him.
We watch many movies which focus on anti-corruption and we give good reviews of those movies saying that it had very good concept but what then?
Even my anecdotes! You all may like it as it carries a message, a goodness. But later, we dump all the goodness we receive from that movie in dustbin. It is to be accepted that we all are corrupt at some or the other level. We all live in the same hell but different levels, dealing with same sin but different devils.
All now left to say is, “Kya yeh corruption kuch le de k khatam nahi ho sakta?”
