Two days in oblivion

I made trip into oblivion recently. i didn't have to travel too far. just a couple of hours drive from Bombay and you reach Pardi. Pardi is a village on paper,living into quagmire of government schemes and non-schemes. Pardi is recognized as a village so it must have a gram panchayat, a school etc. as it turns out pardi has 20 odd homes which are quite obviously inadequate for running any meaningful institution administratively. Thus the village is now in no-man's land. actually managed by a panchayat which has no representation from the hamlet and thus no obligation towrads this small stretch of road andfew outliers.
I visited one of the better schools in the area. saw all that was there to see.
two desktops in office,
classrooms for all standards.
Jack of all trades faculty members`who have been surviving on on a salary which was revised in early nineties, that is about twenty years ago... now just think about no getting a single raise for 20 years....
kids feel embarrased speaking english. girls giggle and hide if you ask them. apparently that's an equivalent of 'acting white' .
-all the kids sleep on the classroom floor during nights , too much to afford the travel back home which are typically few kilometers away.
-as i was talking to teachers and kids i was not-too-unhappy about things.
I admire the trouble these kids and teachers are taking.
At the same time i am saddened by the chasm these kids are going to face when they come out of their school and discover that they have missed the bus that every citizen of 'superpower of 2030' is supposed to take.
i do not want to be there to face the anger and exasperation of these kids for i fear the ground is going to shake when they choose to stomp their feet. yes i am scared somewhere deep down, scared of the beast within, the savage who refuses to live by laws of brave new world....
yes the development has reached the place, in form of a Bolero(an SUV/MUV of hinterland) parked in front of hut of sarpanch of the village. an interesting study tells me a tale of the shining/poised india where villagers buy SUVs all by cash-they do not need the car loans, they prefer cash deals, there are hoards of these cash rich farmers, typically sarpanch of the village for whom india is indeed shining, with consumer comforts to be had with abandon.
this india lives within feets' distance of other india where education is luxury, where means are celebration, this india lives in spirit as it cannot afford to live in flesh...
I do not know what to make of our wonderland, maybe it isn't right to sit in an armchair and comment. but somehow it seems criminal not to even acknowledge the right of this other indian to exist, to share even a tiny part of the destiny we professed so loudly so many years ago.