The tiger is the national animal of India. Needless to say, almost all the attention in the country is diverted to the ostentatious news channels that blare a tiger’s death out loud when it happens. But after a week, its forgotten.
The tiger is only a symbol for many precious things in my country, things that deserve the attention not because it is endangered but because it is not worth endangering. There is a difference.
As the country competes feverishly with others around the globe to “develop” itself to meet the standards of other nations, it is bound to forget some things. It cannot change itself to be on top – development is a different kind of change. Other countries which are at the top of the tech-tree now knew what to forget and what not to. I agree, all of this is bound to happen, but someone outside of the governments is susceptible to the after-effects of abrupt change.
This blog is my way of documenting the change.
I am Mukundh Vasudevan, a mechanical engineer currently resident in Dubai, originally from Chennai in south India. I’m 21 years old, and very fond of writing. I used to write to think out loud, and it’s become a habit I’ve cultivated without restraint.
