My
first Encounter with Globalization!
27th
May, 1988, not a bright day for you, but this is the day I was born in Mumbai(at Ghatkopar, to be specific). No, I don’t of
course remember it, it is my parents who told that to me. What I can remember
are only those wonderful days and memorable experiences of my childhood. I
studied in Marathi-medium school near my residence. I wasn’t a bright student
during my schooling when it came to performance in examination and scoring
marks. My mother always kept worrying about my studies whereas my father never
saw a well educated man in me, but he never showed that he is hopeless about me.
Somehow I got through with schooling, completed my graduation with Arts. After
completing graduation I also did Masters from Mumbai University in
Communication and Journalism.
Getting
bored? Thinking why am I writing all these things?
No
you are not here to read my autobiography, but I thought I should introduce you
to ‘ME’, in case you wanted to know.
I read the word ‘Globalization’ for the first
time in some newspaper. Some workers were protesting against globalization at
their workplace. In my childhood I came across many good people but after
sometime they happened vanish somewhere. No they haven’t moved to anywhere but their
goodness seemed to be vanished suddenly and they went through a complete
modification in their behavior. A father who used to guide his son in his
studies even after having a very tiring day after work seems to be totally
changed. Now he doesn’t have time for his kids, he doesn’t even have time to
chat with the neighbors and works on Sundays and Public holidays too. Now he
doesn’t have a drink with his friends. He
doesn’t care which programs are on tv. He just works & works. He’s become a
complete workaholic. He used to smoke a cigarette after dinner, now he smokes
on dinner table. His wife screams & argues with him every night without
break. I asked this father of mine “why all this is happening, papa?” He stared
at me for a minute and asked me to concentrate on homework. My homework book
was so beautiful & clean I never wanted to ruin it, so I never write a word
in that notebook. Yes he beat with wooden scale, seeing that I had done no
homework even my mom was angry on me. I was crying silently, all alone.
I asked my teacher about
Globalization. She first looked at me and then asked me to go out of the class
& tuck the shirt into pants neatly. I did it. I asked my Sir about
Globalization, he shouted “oh, lad! I told you to not speak when I am teaching.
Leave the class now.” I was a humble student so I went out. I was dreaming of
staying out of class for this entire year, but in my sweet dream a witch from
the hell arrived, Yes “our sweet lady of love” Headmistress. She took me to her
office she asked peon to get my report card. He was so happy for that moment,
yes the peon. Headmistress asked me why was I thrown out of my class. I replied
, No I wasn’t thrown out , sir requested me. Yes, now her face was red, she looked
like devi chandika from some religious movie, my mom never miss this movie on
television. Yes, I said sorry, but it was too late as she was beating me with an
expensive ply coated wooden scale. Our school always had these kinda scales to
keep the students always ‘Motivated’. Yes, I am motivated now for next six
months & I came to know that Globalization is so bad that even if you say
this word they will punish you. Yes, Globalization is bad!