Indians are by nature, subservient. Initiative and creativity is lacking in them. Perhaps because of so many centuries of oppression and brutal authority over them, they have learnt to survive by not questioning the state of things and not asking honest questions.
In our schools and factories, dissent and criticism is discouraged. Initiative is destroyed at all stages of one's life. Personal affairs are vicariously commented upon by everybody, even by one's closest friends. One is reminded everyday that it is dangerous and foolish to attract attention to oneself, to seek a new path to fulfillment, to be different.
Slowly one learns to compromise and reconcile with the state of affairs. One becomes resigned to becoming uncreative, lifeless and conformist. Only joys sanctioned by society, elders and the law remain joys. Protests are collective, individual protests seem dangerous. One is unwilling to point out to someone higher in authority that he might be wrong. There is a great fear of vindictiveness and harassment.
When punishment is a discretionary privilege in the hands of a few, it is safest to agree with their view of the world.
Teachers punish you with low grades if you ask too many questions, your promotions are stopped if you demand accountability from your superiors, a new idea invites fierce criticism and attacks from the established groups, ...
Slowly, one loses one's zest for life. One thinks it is hopeless to try to change anything.
This attitude, however, harms oneself the most. One becomes a second-hand human being, being forced to accept the point of view of others. Later, it becomes almost second-nature to not question anything and to not do anything dangerous.
One shuts one's eyes and ears to what one would have thought as wrong, one bludgeons one's mind to stop asking needless questions and one tries to fit in.
Such mediocrity leads one into accepting ugliness as a part of nature, lawlessness as the very scheme of existence and insensitivity as the only rational course of life.
No doubt one then contributes to the mess around oneself. One then becomes a part of it. Another brick is thus added to the great edifice of corruption and debasement of this world.