Living in a metro has it advantages, it opens up a plethora of opportunities, it provides you a different kind of freedom. An anonymity in the guise of which a lot of small town people get away with things they couldn’t dream of saying and doing what they wanted to.
But with this freedom also creeps in a strange kind of loneliness. Each person lives in perpetual fear, the thought of trusting a stranger is too farfetched. In fact to quite an extent each individual’s life is like an island forlorn and isolated.
The familiarity that breeds contempt in moffusil and small town India is what people sometimes yearn for in a metropolis. This deep surged loneliness strikes me more when I see the morning paper carrying stories of people committing suicide, or even grotesque stories of mentally unstable people living with dead bodies in their house and an entire neighbourhood completely oblivious to this.
I am quite for individual freedom but stories like these sometimes drive home the need of community and familial support .. I may be reacting a little too strongly but these are the thoughts that the morning paper usually stirs in me.. what do you think ?