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Farmers' suicide

Times of India's article says that in Bundelkhand there have been 510 suicides in the five months of 2011 in seven districts. Most of these are farmers who are unable to bear the burden of loans. We hear it year after year from all parts of the country. Are we bothered? Why should we be? The dead and yet to die are not our relatives. We will never be in their shoes. We are not at the mercy of monsoon or yield . We get our salaries the begining of the month always. Thank God for that. 
Even the media are not concerned about them. They don't bring any TRP. The news,  the discussions all these things do not have any place for these farmers. Who would like to hear about heated arguments about farmers in some remote village?
How does it matter that with every farmer dead, his family with aged parents and little children will lose their only support? How does it matter that the ones which somehow stay away from ropes and river beds, will work as coolies in cities? How does it matter that the one who grows our grain will have to survive with one meal a day?
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