I was planning to write something about the problem aroused in Kerala a few months ago. It was a murder of a man for taking something from a store because of his hunger. The incident was so much celebrated in the social media all were enjoying by putting comments and sending that poor man’s photo to others and likewise, he became so famous. Here I am not trying to defend any party or anything else rather I just wanted to share one of my experience in my life.
Three years ago I was working in one of the villages of the Arunachal Pradesh (India). The people of that village belong to the tribe of Wancho. I had so many beautiful experiences from their day to day lives. Since the man who has been accused of stealing and killed was from a tribal culture (Madhu) I need to share my experience here.
Some days of my village experience I used to stay in some of the houses of the people. Very Often I wonder because these people never close their houses. One day I said the owner of the house why you are not closing the house, you should close your house, it is necessary for your safety. But the man replied me “this is our village and we are sure that there are no thieves here and we are not closing the house because if someone comes from far away village and he/she wants to take rest in the night they can do it in our house. It is a tradition we got from our ancestors.” Later, I recognized so many such traditions in that village like cooking food for two or three people extra if someone comes hungry he/she can be feed by them. So as Gandhi said the heart of India lies in villages. It is in these villages we find the real heartbeat because they knew the dignity of human person.
Now, the condition of Kerala is that the people from the town are occupying the tribal land and they have no land to lay their heads. If they have their villages Madhu will never come to do such things God will provide him with his daily needs. And those people who occupied his land became his murderers as well. That is the culture of the city. I am remembered of Jean Valjean in the Novel Les Misérables (Wretched) who struggled with his life because he has stolen some bread. This is repeating every day…