Story of the 'life' called Native

I
Since my school days the stories and the incidents of voyages, travels, moving around the globe by different specieses used to facinate me a lot. It used to make me feel sad even some times that I am not among those handful human beings in this earth who first moved from Asia Minor to different destinations of civilization. Hardly I used to feel bad for them with the thought that they had to leave their homeland not by choice but for the adversity causing by the nature.
In the same way when every year around the winter my city, Kolkata used to host thousands of pinkish, brownish guests in the watertland of the zoo and others; I used to feel so unfortunate for not being able to fly over so many miles as they do from Siberia to this tropical Kolkata, the thought of compassion for these poor birds ever got suppressed with the thrill of the travel these birds do make every year.
So on the school books of history and the other sources taught me how every day every moment the civilization is sprawlling around the knowing and unknowing with the commoners around.
II
During my course of growing up my grandma, my Didu was a source of soroow in sub-concious ever, whom I never could overcome. My didu left her country with her five children alone during a fierce riot over her motherland. Her language her behaviour ressemble all of Bangladesh those are quite different from it's counter part in India where she had to migrate, notably didu never said Bangladesh to refer her motherland but she says Purba Pakistan(East Pakistan). Her invisible presence across territories made a permanent impression on my mind that the travels, the relocations people do'nt make out of choice in a 'natural process' rather by facing an intollerable inconvinient situation is just like getting victimised by a deep crime. The number of incidents I came to know ranging from absolute past to very recent where someone rather anyone, any species was dislocated I could listen to the lamentations deep in their heart that somehow similar to my beloved Didu and her love and longing for her country,do remind me of the lady who had to leave her land forever during a communal riot in 1963 in East Pakistan.
The way I used to curse those Khan Sena (I suppose the military troupe under someone Mr. Khan) who made that riot in Dhaka in 1963; the same way I got angry over Daddy Bush when the image of Oil-spilled seagull in the region of Gulf hit the newspaper front page.
III
Unfortunately human being grows up with their ability of understanding that makes him/her confront lot more incoceivable facts and truths. And in the due course my life in a megacity taught me to overlook lot of things those are not supposed to be of my 'interest'. My interest of 'development'. Development of the self and around who are in the same plain,aka class-interest. The concept of plain is ambiguous and confusing.
In my city there were huge number of people who had to come, work, earn and go back to some unknown stations. I knew that it is the normal procedure of civilization since the concept of city introduced. It barely had any impact on me; for me it was a normal process where they had no choice but to come and go and come in an endless loop till they upgrade to become city dweller.
My recent life to a distant city made me to think about it. Made me think that why people from adjacent states are coming to my new city and working or trying to get a work by living here in a bunker sort of an accomodation. Here I also come across people from my native state and the whole country. My new city used to be a quite hill station decade back who experienced tremendous development with unimaginable demographic change in the course of it's development. The city sky is leased to the high rises and the gardens in obliviation. The city has lost more than fifty lakes in last ten years and going to get five hundred new shopping-malls in next five years.
IV
I do answer my own question in silence to myself. Millions are coming to this city and all others to have a little share of life, a basic indignified life away from family, native and may be from 'life' itself. I get support in the issue of upgradation of 'life' through being a city dweller from the 'Home-Minister' of my sovreign country whose constitution takes the responsibility of safety and ensures prospect of life for its population across the map. In his own words Mr Chidambaram wants more than eighty percent of Indains to live in the cities.
But how? My experience over the years along the newspaper headlines reminds me of Tehry, of Narmada and of inumerable cases of urbanization, dams, industries, mines, ports, roads and all for the sake of people and especially for the sake development. My experience of meeting so many migrants from so many places to this city and my native one talks about a gradual insecurity and scarcity of life-elements in their natives, located in my country.
Unfortunately development is happening with all it's colours. And may be with a policy of 'Strategic Dislocation'.
V
The way used to hate the Khan Sena that forced my loely Didu unsettle her life in her own country, my heart urges to hate 'this' system in a same way.
 And deep within my heart as a member of a continuously migrating civilization I do hate them all who are directing my fellow neighbors in this planet to dislocate to different destinations or extincting them for the sake of nation or corporation.
Not only I, actually we all hate you all Mr Chidambaram,Mr Daddy Bush,Mr Son Bush, Mr Khan and so all.