Toughening foreign investors . . !
MAKE in India! We cry zealously from our rooftops and WhatsApp groups as national leaders spend precious time and tax payers money going from country to country wooing their industrialists to open their factories, offices and make huge investments here in our country. What they find when they do arrive are narrow, pothole filled roads, filthy streets lined with un-lifted garbage, sprawling slums and pollution.
“Is there some sinister master plan you are following?” I asked a spokesman from the government, “How is it you call these foreign companies, then give them such terrible facilities?” “For their own good my friend, for their own good!” said the smiling spokesman who seemed to be all ready to go somewhere with his bags in tow, “We want to build them up in our country!”
“By giving them filth, rubbish and potholes?” “It worked for you and me didn’t it? Did you grow up in hygienic conditions and sanitized settings?” “No,” I admitted. “There you are, I told you!” “Told me what?” I asked, confused. “It was the pot holes and dirt that shaped you!” “Really?”
“It toughened you. You don’t go about with a hanky to your nose like those Americans and Germans and Britishers. You don’t get sick when you drink tap water and pick up a cough from vehicle fumes! See you even have dirt on the seat of your pants.” “That’s because I slipped on some muck outside.” “You are a tough Indian, because of the very muck you slipped on today. Now do you understand?”
“That the muck, the pot holes and dirt shaped me?” “Yes! And we want to do the same to these white collared, suited booted men and women in their swanky designer outfits, Mercedes Benzes and Cadillacs.” “You want to give them dirt and grime?” “To make them world beaters like we Indians are. Guess what happens when their fancy cars hit the first pothole? They get a broken shoulder, ha, ha, ha.”
“They then fly off to Shanghai or Hong Kong and open their companies there.” “We don’t want those.” “You don’t want them?” “No they are the weak. We are looking for those who can fight our hurdles and obstacles and come out winners. We want to make men out of boys. Legends out of heroes! We want the world to think of our country as a ‘strength and character building’ destination! We have plans for other exercises!”
“Planning more potholes?” “Let’s go farther, no roads at all! No dustbins. Just garbage all over. No buildings, only slums!” “It’s already becoming like that,” I whispered. “Aha, our master plan is at work. Goodbye!” “Where are you going?” I asked. “Abroad,” smiled spokesman, “to woo those weak foreign investors to come to India..!”
