It may be in the best of interests when the PM asked
everyone to stay put in their respective locations when the lockdown was
declared. But, things had gone astray ever since. Especially that of the
stranded migrant workers. While the rich had the privilege to fly back on the
last day, it is always the poor and underprivileged who bears the wrath of any
difficult measures being taken in the country. The recent decision by the
central govt. advising the state governments to take necessary measures to
transit the migrant workers shall be commended only for being better late than
never. Labor ministry sources indicate there could be as many as 2 million
migrant workers in the country. The government should have been more sensitive
in dealing with a crisis of this magnitude. At least 25 people have died
walking hundreds of km in the last one month alone. While some were lucky
enough to have made it to their villages, the sight of people walking all the
way in highways with constantly deteriorating health conditions shakes the
conscience of the nation. Also, we see women not able to make it to the
hospital and delivering their babies on the road. Needless to say, most of them
are migrant workers. In the name of handling a medical emergency, it is only
that we are creating more unhealthy situations as a new norm, which does not
sit well with a country boasting to have handled the ongoing crisis far
superior than its western counterparts. The widespread protests that happened
in several parts of the country especially in Delhi, UP, and Gujarat stand
testament to how severe the problem is and how the government kept ignoring
them for 40 long days. While it may not have been a solution to have offered
the migrant workers to return to their places when the lockdown was initiated,
which definitely would have put the very purpose of containing the virus in
jeopardy, what must have been done is coming up with a roadmap to deal with it
in the near future. Which in turn would have assured the migrants of a safe and
secure transit keeping them from braving crossing states by foot. However,
letting bygones be bygones, which sure is easy to say, the recent development
too doesn’t seem like a possible solution. With only 3 days to go for the
lockdown to end, it is still a mystery on how quick the respective state
governments will put their foot down and start the process. Already few states
have distanced itself saying such long distances cannot be covered by road and
only by trains which come under the central. When the lockdown is relaxed, it
is most likely major cities will be sealed off even if the economic activities
resume. In that case, how are the workers expected to return to their work? It
is as if it is not enough that they have already been ripped off of their
livelihood, but, also frustrated emotionally. This week 3 workers from
Rajasthan walked 820kms to reach their village only to be rammed by a truck
just a km away from their destination. We can only hope this does not become a
metaphorical situation for all the migrant workers trying to return home just
for peace.
One of the best books I have read is “My Father Baliah.” Baliah’s son narrates how his father raised his family through education. It is a simple book on the legacy of a father and the ordinary things our parents do that shape our lives and the people we become. I remember reading the last chapter of the book on my Kindle while on a train. The book ends with Baliah being taken to the grave, and I cried thinking about my mom. I thought to myself that someday I should write a book titled “My Mother Tamilselvi.” The thoughts reappeared when I was cooking kesari on my mom’s birthday. That is the only dish she would consistently prepare for all our birthdays. We used to tease her that she couldn't cook anything else, and she never bothered to prove us wrong. Though I may not be close to writing a book, I thought of writing down the thoughts running through my mind while stirring the kesari. People usually credit mothers for delicious meals, but to be honest, I do not remember any of he...
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