The story is of the Indian society.Where lucky dhaba coexists with hotel leela. Where genius motors is besides Mercedes showroom.Where we insist on keeping our homes clean and where rot accumulates on the main road of town.Where the child going to a village school learns with earnest and yet remains subordinate to the city bred boy.Where the issue of sanitation is ignored so blatantly that women folk are embarrassed repeatedly. Where we accord people the status of god and worship them in temples. Where familial bonds are so strong that we are raised in a cocoon of comfort. Where we feed our pets to the full and hungry dogs are kicked on the street.Where suave bikes swerve to avoid cattle on the road.Where Bollywood movies earn in crores,the useless ones.The ones conveying message are dismissed as artistic and bland. Where systems are meant to be bypassed and where notes are meant to be given.Where people sleep on streets and aim for a better future for their children.Where friends fight over maggi in the middle of the night.Where each day is hope and despair put together.This is what the true picture is.It will improve but for now it is a constant.
