I stood on the dry, parched land and laughed. I shouldnt have, because here in drought-prone Saurashtra and Kutch, the soil had this mournful look of a sick mother unable to nourish her children. But I laughed because I had this sudden improbable vision-of lush green fields and full water tanks, plump cattle and smiling faces of children. I chided myself for dreaming something that was not to be. The upstream dam on the Narmada cant come up-the resettlement problem is too huge. There are 60,000-70,000 people involved, railway lines, towns...