This will touch your heart and if it doesn't then you dont deserve to be an Indian, I daresay. This is the speech by a well known actor Rahul Bose who is the founder of the NGO Foundation which aims to remove all kinds of discrimination is also on the board of Citizens for Justice and Peace, a Global Ambassador for the American India Foundation and a World Youth Ambassador for the World Youth Peace Movement
I have a Dream “That the 26/11 attack on Mumbai will spur civil society to unite and present a force that government will never again ignore.
That in time we will have the maturity to reflect on the mistakes India might have made to incite such hatred.
That our new generation of political leaders will truly look beyond party lines and do what astonishingly few leaders in post-independent India have done – their duty.
That Hemant Karkare’s work on the Malegaon case will not lose momentum or integrity.”
I have a dream “That one day, the next time women are thrashed anywhere in a pub in India, the entire country’s women will march half to Mangalore, stopping the entire city for months, the other half to the Prime Minister’s – stopping the government for months.
That 100 million Indian Children will not go to bed hungry every night. 100 million is two United Kingdoms.
That pregnant women will never again have their wombs slit, their living fetuses torn out and dashed to death while they were set on fire – Gujarat 2002. That there will not be a rape every 23 minutes in this country. Or a dowry death every 33 minutes.”
I have a dream “That small farmers will never again have to apologise to their children and then commit suicide.
That Article 377 making homosexuality a crime will be abolished.
That when a girl goes to her mother and says her uncle or her father has molested her, she will not be asked – Are you sure? And she will not be told – Don’t be silly – you’re imagining things. That Muslims who fled Bombay in 1992, will return to their homes and M F Husain will return to his.”
I have a dream “Of a time when we will cheer a Younis Khan sixer as we cheer a Yuvraj Singh one.
Of a time when no girl child will ever have to walk the 3 KM average to fetch water everyday - instead she will spend that time in a school.
That we will allow people with AIDS to work with us, eat with us, live with us – with dignity. Where God is not a Setu, a pandal blocking the street or the reason for jihad, but is linked with our hopes, our hearts, our homes.”
I have a dream “That one day I will be six inches taller. Have a full head of hair. Look nineteen forever....... And always have the right, witty answer when face to face with a beautiful woman.”
But I also have a dream “That I will never ever be scared to speak the truth.
That one day I will have the means, the time, the heart to gather all the street children in this country, put them on a train and take them to a land where they can heal. Where they can play, laugh, eat, do nothing.
That we realize that – slum dwellers – are not the cockroaches of the world......... They are fathers forced out of their villages through poverty, now struggling to make money pushed and abused by the police.......... They are mothers working as Kaamwalis in three houses a day so that their children can do what they didn’t – go to school......... They are children, who have like all children an equal dose of delight and tears in them, not dirty, lice – ridden creatures shivering in the rain holding today’s papers in a plastic bag.”
I have a dream “Where every Indian plays a sport, any game, for at least an hour a day.
Where no hockey player will ever again have to sell his medals to feed himself.
Where we win twenty Olympic gold medals in London 2012 – [if we do things right, its possible.] Where the Indian Rugby team wins the World Cup – [We are ranked 83 rd now – I will cheer from my wheelchair.”]
That in time we will have the maturity to reflect on the mistakes India might have made to incite such hatred.
That our new generation of political leaders will truly look beyond party lines and do what astonishingly few leaders in post-independent India have done – their duty.
That Hemant Karkare’s work on the Malegaon case will not lose momentum or integrity.”
I have a dream “That one day, the next time women are thrashed anywhere in a pub in India, the entire country’s women will march half to Mangalore, stopping the entire city for months, the other half to the Prime Minister’s – stopping the government for months.
That 100 million Indian Children will not go to bed hungry every night. 100 million is two United Kingdoms.
That pregnant women will never again have their wombs slit, their living fetuses torn out and dashed to death while they were set on fire – Gujarat 2002. That there will not be a rape every 23 minutes in this country. Or a dowry death every 33 minutes.”
I have a dream “That small farmers will never again have to apologise to their children and then commit suicide.
That Article 377 making homosexuality a crime will be abolished.
That when a girl goes to her mother and says her uncle or her father has molested her, she will not be asked – Are you sure? And she will not be told – Don’t be silly – you’re imagining things. That Muslims who fled Bombay in 1992, will return to their homes and M F Husain will return to his.”
I have a dream “Of a time when we will cheer a Younis Khan sixer as we cheer a Yuvraj Singh one.
Of a time when no girl child will ever have to walk the 3 KM average to fetch water everyday - instead she will spend that time in a school.
That we will allow people with AIDS to work with us, eat with us, live with us – with dignity. Where God is not a Setu, a pandal blocking the street or the reason for jihad, but is linked with our hopes, our hearts, our homes.”
I have a dream “That one day I will be six inches taller. Have a full head of hair. Look nineteen forever....... And always have the right, witty answer when face to face with a beautiful woman.”
But I also have a dream “That I will never ever be scared to speak the truth.
That one day I will have the means, the time, the heart to gather all the street children in this country, put them on a train and take them to a land where they can heal. Where they can play, laugh, eat, do nothing.
That we realize that – slum dwellers – are not the cockroaches of the world......... They are fathers forced out of their villages through poverty, now struggling to make money pushed and abused by the police.......... They are mothers working as Kaamwalis in three houses a day so that their children can do what they didn’t – go to school......... They are children, who have like all children an equal dose of delight and tears in them, not dirty, lice – ridden creatures shivering in the rain holding today’s papers in a plastic bag.”
I have a dream “Where every Indian plays a sport, any game, for at least an hour a day.
Where no hockey player will ever again have to sell his medals to feed himself.
Where we win twenty Olympic gold medals in London 2012 – [if we do things right, its possible.] Where the Indian Rugby team wins the World Cup – [We are ranked 83 rd now – I will cheer from my wheelchair.”]
I have dream “That one day we will all stop what we’re doing.......... working on laptops, tending to hundreds of patients, sweating it out at cricket practice, running our homeopathy clinic, trying to balance the books at your non-profit organization, begging our child to have buus one more bite, commuting in a local train, closing that complex merger .….....
We will stop everything what we’re doing and suddenly realize, all of us together, at the same, precise moment,.......... that we are all Indians and that there is no one like us on this planet – we are unique.
Because we fight with words all the time, with fists sometimes, we talk loudly on our phones, laugh loudest at our own jokes, we are sexist, smelly, love sweets, swear we will exercise tomorrow and don’t believe in queues.
But that we are also moved by tears by a sad film song, we fight to pay the bill in a restaurant, you cannot leave our home without at least a cup of tea (and thepla and vadai and shingada and matthi ….),
.........we feel guilty when we don’t stand up if someone elderly walks into the room, we don’t shake hands – we hug, we are all first cricket selectors, then bankers, lawyers, bad actors ….,
we stand up and cheer during the climax of Chak De, we all watch terrible soaps on television and swear we don’t and we all love Sachin Tendulkar.
And at that moment,........ that moment when we realize we are all the same, the choice will be ours – to turn to the stranger on our side and say – we are 1.2 Billion. The world is six billion. That’s one Indian for every four non-Indians. Sounds Good - Let’s do it.”
