Myriad opinions of India

I write it through the eyes of a young boy who used to look searchingly at the morning newspapers to read something heart-warming about India, amidst all those non-sensical political reamings, and depressing but true woeful depictions. I wondered at that point of time, will I ever be able to read about India's economic, and thus related social and political development? It remained more a wishful child's dream but suddenly, I don't know how, out of blue, news of India's emancipation started pouring in. India as a long-perceived lumbering leviathan started to run. And it grew on everyone including me that finally India may be more than just a utopia.
India has moved on since then, and even in most reasonable terms, by leaps and bounds. It has started appearing on the world's radar with everyone knowing, at least, where the signals are coming from. I too, like a gratified child turned adult, remain enchanted with every new positivity added to it. I really pinch myself then, "This isn't real !"

But then on the same note, I read the horrid tales of exploitation, corruption and injustice, reminiscent of those quondam ghastly days. I try to run, telling myself that we have come over this , but sadly, in the end, I have to admit that this is what is real. My whole exaltation dies down and again those clouds of doubt re-emerge.
This has practically been the tale of all my related euphoria ever since the seed of Indian liberation has sprout. Mediocrity has followed excellence, turpitude has garbed the achievements and things have moved on with never-to-leave shadowy degeneracy clung to it. A sense of deja-vu remains attached to every conceivable facet of Indian system, be it polity, economy, sports or business. Yes, a sense of deja-vu hidden under the realised dream of that chuffed boy. Ironically, a quivering realised dream, which he also knows.