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Coronavirus Diaries #1 Helplessness


                It may be particularly distressing to realize that the lockdown is not the most difficult thing to achieve for the government. The system, however debilitated, exists. One has to issue the instructions. There definitely are the issues of the incapacity of the police and the huge population size. But then, there is the big problem of the economic consequences, not at the macro level but at the micro level, for that is where the immediate distress lies. The success of a government is not to be measured in terms of the good intentions of its policies, but in how well these policies are able to achieve those intentions. The lockdown is a necessary evil, and the Prime Minister has repeatedly mentioned this over various fora. However, the responsibility of the government doesn’t end with accepting that it is an evil, but it is equally responsible for curtailing the bad effects of its decision.
I read today that the home quarantine is a luxury. It indeed is for a section of us. The post, by a journalist from NDTV, Sohit Mishra, elaborated upon the hardships that the unfavoured sections of our society are facing amid the lockdown. We all live in our bubbles, be it the extroverts or the introverts, both facultative and obligate. Even as we venture about in the world around us, be it physically or digitally, we make friends and companions who match our opinions and fit in our worldview. I particularly find it extremely challenging to connect emotionally to any person or group that is obtuse to my understanding of the world. People lining up at State borders is exactly the opposite of what the government had in mind. It is absolutely contrary to the well-being of these people. However, this is a desperate attempt by a desperate people who used to earn a hand-to-mouth living even when the economy was in full swing and are now left with zero savings.
The pandemic comes to India in the midst of an economic downturn when there was already widespread unemployment. Add to this the living costs in an urban area like Delhi or Ahmedabad when the supply lines are being throttled due to misadministration, leading to potential inflation.
This is a very apt critique of the unfettered capitalist society. Over the last few days, one of my neighbours’ aged father fell ill. He had been down with tuberculosis with some time and suddenly, there had come up a build-up of fluid in his lungs. The 80-year old didn’t eat anything for days and ended up with flesh hanging from his thin bones like rags drying over a wire. The couple have only one daughter and she too is disabled to some degree. None of the neighbours showed up to help the three. When the daughter, a friend of my mother, asked us for help, her pleas were petty but monstrous in the situation of a lockdown. The hospital where she routinely got her father checked had all beds filled. Other hospitals were too costly for her, and often, the facilities under Ayushman Bharat were suspended. On contacting the 108 Ambulance service to finally resort to the public healthcare system, the ambulance declined to help. Apparently, in preparation for a blow-up of COVID-19 cases and possibly to prevent infection with the virus, the ambulance and the hospitals had stopped admitting senior citizens above the age of 80.
Desperate, she asked me if there was any way out. The public healthcare system had failed her. The independence of the country had failed her. Taking her father from hospital to hospital for two days, she lost three thousand rupees just in engaging private ambulances, which weren’t able to provide even the necessary oxygen gas supply owing to the lack of supply. It was only for the lucky availability of a vacant bed in her regular hospital that she was able to put her father there.
It is the poor who bears the brunt of any extreme situation. Not only is the poor on the receiving end of the fallout, but it is often him who is considered responsible. There might be lakhs in the country using all sorts of language for those who want to go back to their villages. This is but a result of limited thinking which itself materializes in the bubbles that we live in. However much we may sympathize with the poor or patronize the rich, we tend to see everyone with the lens of solidified stereotypes. We have stereotypes for the rich and the poor. The rants of the celebrities about “If I can stay home, why can’t you?” equates them with the rest of the public. It is not the same.
I have been told at least three times since the lockdown started, that my primary focus should be spreading awareness regarding the need for the lockdown, instead of criticizing the government for its inability. However, in such a condition, it is very much essential that the government be brought to senses. Criticism is necessary in the best of the times as well as the worst of the times.   

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