Tuesday 10 November 2009

My beloved State!

After its pioneering record in achieving cent-per-cent literacy, Kerala is set to emerge as a role model for the country in computer literacy and e-governance with a host of state-sponsored programmes underway in the state. Read the full article here.

The problem with Kerala is not one of knowledge, literacy, intelligence or skills. The malayalees have this in abundance. But the average Malayalee, who is much respected for his hard work when he is employed outside the State, is notorious for his attitude towards work and society when he is in Kerala. He is more aware of his entitlement than his responsibilities. He refuses to take ownership for his faults but tries to blame the Government and the Society for all the ills, forgetting that he himself is a part of the society. This is one of the major reasons, why the State, that should have taken leaps and bounds in its journey to become a knowledge economy, continues to languish, despite being ranked high in almost all socio economic parameters.
Some of the blame has to be with the coalition politics that is in vogue since independence. With every coalition pampering to the demands of pressure group of parties most of whichare based on religious or caste ideology, there is none to take leadership on issues relating to the overall development of the State. What Kerala needs today is a strong visionary, who can spell his magic amongst its people. Who can give it a major thrust in the direction it should have moved to two decades ago. It is still not too late.
There are still many like me who feel strongly for the State and would love to see it attain its rightful place in the economy,
"BHARATHAM ENNU KETTAL ABHIMANA POORITHA MAGANAM ANDHARANGAM, KERALAM ENNU KETTAL THILAKKANNAM CHORA NJARAMBUKALIL"
(Loose translation - When you hear the word 'Bharatham', you should swell with pride; but when you hear the word 'Keralam', blood should boil in your veins)

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