It's hard to remember we're alive for the last time

Hey so sorry for the lack of updates. Been to Ahmadabad, netrang, waghai and now dahanu since vacation. Am currently on retreat on this awesome farm which also embodies what I want in life. Okay and the following is this thing I wrote after visiting a displacement slum in Ahmedabad where the community there was complete uncertainty as to how long they would be able to live there and as to where they would go if their homes were in fact demolished. A random rant will follow this post.

You know the story already. The poor are poor. The rich are rich. The rich shit on the poor. The world spins madly on.

I on't want to write about the facts exactly. You may not know the current events of Modern India or where Ahmedabad is on a map, but you know there's injustice. You may have never visited a slum or more specifically a displaced community but you know the people. They are mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters and friends. These people, these victims, these "others" are not others at all.
A mother fighting to keep her home from being bulldozed by the Indian Government is the same woman living in Detroit. Her home has been foreclosed, the invisible fist of the American economy strikes again. The american woman may be able to pull herself up by her bootstraps. She may have the money or the know how to finance a new locale.

The Indian mother doesn't even have that option. She looks to the doorway to find 40 policemen coming to enforce the name of misguided social justice. Pleading to salvage tin scraps from the roof, she is denied. She is denied like the other families within her community. Her country is scrambling to mask their poverty in front of the other children of the global playground. And this is only one example in a sea of homogenous horrors.

Yet, the government is doing their part. They're funding to build affordable housing! Sometimes you have to give a little to get a little, right? All you have to do is prove your need. Do you have a ration card? Well, in 2008 - the Indian government cut the number of available cards by 1.7 million. The country's population is about 1.14 billion and 50% of those people are below the poverty line (BPL). You starting to get the picture? The Indian mother is struck by the swift guillotine of chance; if only she was born on God's golden shore. Better yet, the government funded affordable housing, this possible symbol of hope and security serves as scenery, a backyard, a slap in the face for every forcibly mute neighbor of binding plight.

I want to put this out there as a call to live intentionally. I don't want to tell you to move to India and devote your life to abolishing poverty. I don't want to tell you that America is evil or corporations are bad or inequality is so wrong! Ask yourself what those words even mean and form your own opinions. If you are in any way affected by reading this, then do something now. India is brimming with communities of displaced poor being constantly shuffled and bludgeoned through the system. Again, I know you already know that it's a   sick, sad world but hearing something is completely alien to the act of witness. I met that Indian mother, shit's real. If you don't know what to do...read. Yet beyond that, if there is something that keeps you up at night, something that inspires you or makes you happy - run towards it with everything you've got. Your inspiration will inspire others and collective inspiration is what will save the Indian mother at the end of the day