My hunger had gotten the best of me and amidst unobtrusive and almost dead streets; I swerved my car to the nearest Subway, where upon entering, I saw, what looked like a well-educated man in shorts; ranting away to glory about how the staff had charged him extra for 2 pieces of turkey slices and blabbered on about how he had been coming over to Subway for 8 years, but nobody had dared charge him extra for 2 slices!! His screaming, disgracefully insulting the staff reminded me of this simple fact:

“If we, as civilized humans, cannot treat another human with the same basic respect, what expectation can we keep with ourselves to run our country? Who do we blame if not ourselves?”

This incident happened with me today.

Satyamev Jayate came on air some odd 8-9 weeks back and awakened the ME in myself.

Like every other emotionally drained Indian, I had a lot of expectations with the show, with Aamir Khan.

I could hear whispers …. Silent musings and often ignorant comments:

“Salman bhi aaya, Shahrukh bhi , ab Aamir toh aayega hi na.”


“Another TRP Hungry show!!”


“ Isko kya deshbhakti ka bhoot chad gaya .”


Everybody was talking. Curiosity killed the cat and it ate us up too.

On May 6th 2012, when it debuted on TV, with it’s baby steps on Female Foeticide, SMJI , had managed to subtly but bluntly crush my conscience . It had done nothing new, nothing novel. The show was just showing me a different angle of what news channels had stuffed down my throat from the past I-don’t-know-how-many-decades.

Female Foeticide!

Untouchability .

Old age




These issues were not new ….these problems didn’t germinate today and neither did their victims. They were there…always there. Just not exposed. Never spoken about or rather, spoken to

Our holy books talk about Untouchability.

Our culture still thrives on the fact that it is the Son who carries the family forward. The daughter is just to be passed on from one to the other.

No matter how modern we say we are, but “HUM AAJ BHI BETIYO KO KHAALI HAATH VIDA NAHI KARTAY.” If that’s not dowry, what is!! 

 I, as an Indian, was sick of it. I, as an Indian, was handicapped. I, as an Indian, felt that what I, alone could do.

Satyamev Jayate entered as the perfect guru in my life. It taught me that like every   country that had problems, within those concerns, were people who may look miniscule to the outside world, but they, had made gigantic contributions to the society around them.

For them, the paparazzi didn’t count. They did not need any blah news channel to  propagate them to finish their task.

Satyamev Jayate was the epic saga of those individuals who believed that if one has ONLY determination to change, they could.

SMJI made me realise I could do that too.

For some, the show became a Daily Sunday morning ritual. For me, it was my Sunday night prime time. A 1.5 hour long reality show, where reality was shown as it is. No editing or tweaking promos & no over-the –top “Maine tumhari chaddiyaan tak dhoyi hain .” Excellent research supported with current figures, a heart-warming chat session and extracting what was missing within us. AWARENESS.

Yes, I agree that the show dwelled on what is most dear to us Indians, our emotions. Aamir Khan knew the quintessential manner to manipulate them and he did. I thank him.

We needed this jerk. We needed a brain teaser to actually shake us up and tell us,


“If Dasrath Manjhi can single-handedly carve a 360-foot-long (110 m), 25-foot-high (7.6 m) and 30-foot-wide (9.1 m) road by cutting a mountain of Gehlour Hills with a hammer, chisel and nails working day and night for 22 years from 1960 to 1982, reducing the distance between Atri and Wazirganj blocks of Gaya District from 70 km to just 7 km, all for his wife. I can do it too”

“If one little girl can tell her mother, what her uncles did to her. You or I can too.” 

The problem with SMJI was just one. It forced me to think. Made us realise, sitting in our sofas or bean bags that there are people who may not have the comforts we have, but surely, have a more meaningful life than us.

The problem with SMJI was just one. It made me understand that no matter how many issues we have, how many different troubles surround us; a small step can bring about a huge change.

Take the case of that 70 year old lady rifle shooter. Her old age gave her a new hobby. I am only 27, and sometimes I am already bored of my surroundings.

For many journalists , SMJI came as a shocker. Aamir Khan was doing what they failed to achieve. He was digging out the dirt that many Sagarika Ghosh’s or even Deepak Chaurasia’s couldn’t do in these years… His whole planogram was just to wake up the India – emotionally or physically, that was just whiling away their time munching on caramelised popcorn in those multiplexes!

I can writhe my frustration through my words…somebody else can through music…Aamir did it through our inner nerves.

Let’s not wait for a time when the only “I” we can relate to is our “i” Phone!!!



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