In medieval times

While the artefacts albeit covered in a thick layer of dust gave a peek into the hedonistic life of the maharajas 8212; custom-made cars, weaponry, clothes, hunting trophies, and narcissistic photographs 8212; there was nothing to showcase any effort, let alone achievement, they might have made for the welfare of their subjects.

At the entrance to each room sat a caretaker: malnourished, old and haggard. While some managed to sit, others could not garner even that much strength, and were lying on their backs, as decrepit fans whirred lethargically overhead. They looked like mummies from a horror film.

With some prodding, I managed to get one of them to talk to me. Sensing a sympathetic ear, the hapless fellow confided in a whisper that 8220;no payments were being made to any of the attendants, who have served the maharaja for generations on end8221;. On being asked about what prevented them from leaving the place, the man tearfully confessed that they 8220;don8217;t have the option to leave8221;. His eyes, however, told a tragic story of far greater poignancy, helplessness and decay than his feeble words could convey.

As I handed a 10-rupee note to him before leaving, a sense of guilt overwhelmed me as to whether our celebration of India8217;s economic miracle is a bit premature, particularly when a section of our populace still languishes in the middle ages where its material well-being is concerned.